Chapter 529

ter than anyone else when they shouldn't—what kind of person is thatConfirming that Sosen was a child from the Mo family made Ye Wei and the others clearly very happy. The Eleventh planned to take the...Chapter 529

"Fei Mo, Happy New Year," Warmth whispered in his ear. "Happy New Year."

She didn't get a chance to wish him Merry Christmas, but she managed to wish him Happy New Year. Ye Feimo was hugging her; his weight was too heavy for her, and it pressed down on her body, causing some discomfort, yet she willingly enjoyed this feeling.

This sense of fulfillment could only be given by someone special—besides Fei Mo, no one else.

She caressed his sweat-dampened body with tenderness and passion. When they were together like this, she would cherish every moment.

"Happy New Year," Ye Feimo said as he slightly lifted himself up to gaze at her face with blazing eyes. His gaze seemed to be searching for the truth behind her appearance, his long fingers gently caressing her cheeks.

Enchantment slowly filled his eyes. "You're so beautiful."

Warmth smiled and playfully blinked her eyes. "Are you satisfied with this New Year's gift"

Ye Feimo leaned down to gently peck her lips. "Very much so, if only this dream would never end."

The tenderness of his words cut Warmth deeply; it felt like a slap in the face, leaving her unprepared. Ye Feimo's eyes were clouded over with mist, making them blurry and unfocused. The phrase that came to her mind was "illusory flowers reflected on water," which described this situation aptly.

So it is.

He thought he was in a dream.

It really is an elf.

His very own elf, her alluring charm reserved only for him.

As if tomorrow were the end of days.

In a daze, he felt warmth in his heart, and to Noname: "I hope you remember me tomorrow."

When Ye Feimo woke up, it was already the second day. Mo Xiaobai's cruise ship had docked at the seaside; guests had dispersed, leaving only Mo Xiaobai and a few cleaning staff on board.

He wasn't wearing anything, with an uncanny sense of freedom that couldn't be put into words. Ye Feimo frowned slightly as he noticed his clothes lying by the side, belt thrown far away, and mirrors shattered all over the place—it was quite a sight.

He had no recollection of undressing himself.

The bright light from outside seeped through the curtains. Ye Feimo picked up his clothes and dressed.

Last night he'd been too exhausted, drinking just one cup before passing out. He slept until morning, feeling refreshed upon waking—rare indeed.

After getting dressed, he went into the cabin to freshen up. Mo Xiaobai was already waiting on the second floor dining room for breakfast. Seeing Ye Feimo enter, his face lit up like a clear summer day, bright and radiant: "Dear cousin, how did you sleep last night"

The smugness and mischief in his smile were obvious; could he not see it

Ye Feimo seemed somewhat disinterested. He sat down as breakfast was brought over. This trip to America was for business purposes. It just so happened that Mo Xiaobai was hosting a banquet, hence the visit. Mainly though, since Mo Xiaobai mentioned that Nuwan and Long Chengtian would also attend, he decided to come.

He had been longing just to see her from a distance, but unexpectedly fell asleep. Ye Feimo was in an extremely foul mood and blamed everything on Mo Baixue.

Moe Baixue felt very innocent; he had fulfilled Little Cousin's wish after all.

Only...

The method used was rather extraordinary, but if they were to drag it out, who knew when it would end It was better to take the pain and finish the job. Yet Mo Baixue decided to play a trick on Ye Feimo by not telling him.

He rarely got to watch Ye Feimo's drama as a child; it would be such a pity if he missed this opportunity.

The next time he could watch, who knew when that might be

The pill Mo Baixue gave Ye Feimo was the latest creation from the Black Hand Gang called "Spring Dream Without Trace". After one night of passion, nothing would be remembered, as if it were just a dream. The drug's efficacy was extremely impressive and worked very well.

A few people had already tried it; Mo Baixue decided to play a trick on Ye Feimo by giving him the pill. He didn't expect its effect to be so good.

Since that day at Christmas when he spoke his heart out to Wanwen, there was not a single thing weighing heavily on Ye Feimo's mind. He knew Wanwen had cried but wasn't sure what she meant by it; several days later, she still hadn't called him back.

This feeling was very uncomfortable; he didn't know if Wanwen had figured things out and whether or not she wanted to come back.

When she didn't show up, he would go, but the rare chance of meeting her ended with him falling asleep. Ye Feimo felt extremely bitter, blaming himself for wasting time and Mo Baixue, the dead brat, for not waking him up.

In the end, it was missed again.

Warm, how many times have he and she missed each other

Eating breakfast in silence without tasting his food, Ye Feimo couldn't help but wonder when Nuwan left and if she knew that he was on the cruise. Mo Xiaobai would probably tell her, right If she did know about it and didn’t wake him up, perhaps it meant she didn’t want to see him.

Even after hearing his words, she still wouldn't want to see him

"Cousin Xiao, how did you sleep last night" Mo Xiaobai asked hesitantly, with a mischievous look in his eyes that never faded away.

Slept well

Hmm, why wouldn't it be good He had such beautiful dreams all night long, wishing to stay forever lost in them and not wake up to face the harsh reality. How could this not be a beautiful thing If he had known about the reality earlier, perhaps it would have been better if he hadn’t woken up at all.

What good is waking up

He didn't answer; Mo Xiaobai saw that Ye Feimo's expression was blank and impassive and couldn't help but think that the effects of this medicine were really that excellent, leaving no trace behind at all

Eating breakfast absent-mindedly, Ye Feimo wiped his mouth with a napkin and said indifferently, "I'll leave first."

It's better not to come if he can't see the person he wanted to meet.

This New Year was very unpleasant. Mo Xiaobai didn’t insist on keeping Ye Feimo either; instead, he smiled and said, "Cousin Xiao, how many days do you plan to stay When are you leaving"led warmly but scolded him gently, knowing that she wouldn't just follow his whims; since he had already eaten, she felt at ease and urged him to return."No, I still want to stay with you a while long...