ontinue singing After all, you're just selling your art, not yourself. With your sister-in-law watching over you, you don't have to worry." Liang Xiangru also agreed with Tang Qianxi's words.Their wor...When the butler said this, Leng Zhujing felt a sudden chill in her heart, and even had an ominous premonition creeping up on her.

"Good!" Leng Zhujing replied with a slight frown, getting up as he looked at Tong Yimo beside him and said softly, "Mo Mo, wait for me here."

"Hmm!" Tong Yimo smiled and nodded.

Leng Zhujing rose from the stone bench and followed the butler away.

Tong Yi Mo supported her chin with one hand, her elbow resting on the stone table. She watched Leng Zhu's retreating figure, while her other hand rhythmically tapped on the stone table, making a dull "dong dong" sound.

Gradually, she found her rhythm and unconsciously hummed “Water Tune Song Head”: “When will the bright moon be there I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is in the Heavenly Palace tonight. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that the lofty Jade Palace, up so high, would be too cold. Dancing and playing with my shadow, what's like being in the human world.”

Her voice is beautiful, like the wind blowing across strings, like falling flowers floating on water.

Actually, the first time he heard her voice, he thought her voice was sweet.

Later, she performed at "Night Enchantment," her singing truly captivated him.

Cold Night looked at the round moon in the night sky, only then did he remember that the day after tomorrow was Mid-Autumn Festival. No wonder the moon didn't seem as round as usual.

After tonight, he and Yimo would truly be over for good.

After Tong Yimo finished singing, she instinctively looked up.

This tree is over a hundred years old camphor tree, so its branches must be very valuable!

If…

Take a few branches, then find a carpenter to polish them into a bracelet. Later, give one to her and another to Xiao Wei's child to wear as an amulet.

Tong Yimo immediately had an idea about this hundred-year-old golden silk nan tree. She got up from the stone table, took off her shoes, rubbed her palms together, and stepped back a few steps.

As she nimbly climbed the tree trunk, gripping a thick branch, she accidentally noticed a figure sitting on the branch. She was startled for a moment.

"Ah—"

Tong Yimo cried out in fright, her feet slipped, and instinctively closed her eyes as she fell.

Just when she thought she was about to be thrown to the ground and bruised, a sudden tugging pain shot through her wrist. When she opened her eyes again, she saw her feet dangling in mid-air.

Tong Yimo subconsciously looked up, a handsome face appearing in her field of vision. Under the illumination of the spotlights at the base of the tree, she saw her own reflection in the sharp and profound black eyes of the person opposite her.

"Big brother!"

Tong Yimo didn't expect that the man who grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the branch would be Big Brother Leng Yesen.

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In the cold night, Chen Chi painstakingly pulled Tong Yimo up and had her sit at the innermost position leaning against the trunk of a tree.

"Thank you!" Tong Yimo blushed and smiled.

Cold Night pretended to be calm and asked coldly, "What are you doing climbing a tree"

"I—" Tong Yimo hesitated, then unintentionally saw a few broken branches of the golden nan tree on the branch where Leng Yechen was sitting. She couldn't help but continue, "Just like Big Brother, I came to break this golden nan wood!"

"What are you going to do with this twig" Leng Ye Chen asked faintly.

"Make a protective amulet bracelet for the children my fiancé and I will have in the future!" Tong Yimo said with a smile.

"You want to" Leng Yechen stared intently at Tong Yimo, continuing with a keen interest.

"Well, I want to." Tong Yimo subconsciously responded, her gentle eyes met Leng Yechen's cold gaze.

She only felt that these black eyes gazing at her were cold and gloomy, like a whirlpool, radiating endless attraction.

Cold night's body wore a black shirt that blended with the night.

And the collar of this shirt, was buttoned only in the middle, so his divinely sculpted pecs and abs peeked through tantalizingly, radiating a sensual yet abstinent aura.

"Then I'll give it to you." Leng Yechen's sexy thin lips gently opened, his handsome face slowly leaning towards Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo listened to his words, and suddenly felt that the mood of this conversation seemed a little off.

His handsome face slowly enlarged in her field of vision, his thin lips curving into a wicked and dangerous arc, his lips almost touching hers.

Tong Yimo stared straight at Leng Yeshen, and suddenly goosebumps all over her body. Her face also stiffened slightly.

She remained motionless, and he simply leaned closer without crossing any boundaries.

The moon was very bright tonight, and the moonlight bathed her face, making her skin look as smooth as porcelain.

Her eyelashes were fine and curled, fluttering lightly as if a pair of angel's wings, flapping into his heart.

"If, without Ajing, would you fall in love with me" Leng Ye's thin lips curled up slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his body reacted subtly.

He smelled the lemon scent on her, a scent so familiar it was almost unbearable. A hint of something unreadable flickered in his deep-set eyes.

"No." Without any hesitation, Tong Yimo stated firmly.

"Ming Ming, I knew you before I met Ajing!" Leng Ye sank his voice to a low murmur, sounding miserable.

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