Mo Ye

  Just as he stepped through the gate, Mo Ze was still thinking about the strange expression of that villager from before when he suddenly heard a commotion coming from inside, with someone shouting in a shrill voice, "Young master, hey young master don't run away! Today there's a new teacher arriving, you'd best wait at home!"

  Young master? Mo Chen found it amusing, what era is this where people still call someone young master?

  There was a circular corridor around the second courtyard, and Mazi stood at the door, staring only at the center of the yard. Suddenly, she heard a teasing laugh in her ear, "Is your dad's name Ziran? Hmm, then you must be called Rou Chuanr (Meat Skewer)!"

  "What was that?!" Mo Cui hadn't seen who the newcomer was, she had just instinctively turned her head and shouted.

  When she raised her eyes and met his face, Mo Yan was stunned.

  An ancient and elegant courtyard, with green glazed tiles and white walls, a corridor supported by green balustrades, with golden paintings on the beams. In this richly colored background, a young man in a white shirt stands out. He is tall and thin, his shirt slightly too large, blown by the wind, as if surrounded by floating white clouds.

  The cicada was startled and took a deep breath.

  This face she recognized, not the strange boy seen at the small station before, who else could it be! But looking at him now, he seemed slightly different from before - the boy at the small station had hair that fell to his eyebrows, covering his eyes; but now he had combed all his hair back to the top of his head, revealing a clear forehead and... features that made one want to scream.

  Those two eyebrows flying slantingly into his temples, those eyes as clear as autumn water... Mo Ze held his breath, feeling as if he had walked out of an ancient painting. Otherwise, in this mundane world, how could such a face be born?

  But immediately, Mo Lian thought of what he had just said and quickly gathered his scattered thoughts. He gritted his teeth and retorted, "Who's the meat skewer?"

  "Hmm..." He held his arm up and down, carefully examining Mo Yan from head to toe. His thin lips suddenly curled up, and he leaned in close to Mo Yan's ear, "Your plump butt really does look like a meat skewer."

  "Ah!" Meng Chuan almost went crazy. He actually used the four words "voluptuous buttocks" to describe her, she was so angry that she couldn't calm down!

  "Hmm..." He leaned in close to her temple, taking a deep breath of her scent, his eyes closed in rapture. "Even your smell is just like grilled meat... I'm the kind of person who loves eating meat the most, and you're just delivering yourself right to my doorstep."

  "En, then beg me, eat you..."

  His words were extremely slow, almost whispering one word at a time in her ear. Along with his words, his breath also wrapped around Mochen's heart and soul in a domineering manner.

  “Stop！”

  His breath was like orchid and musk, wrapping around Mo Yan who almost fainted. Mo Yan stared at him with wide eyes, "Sir, did you forget to take your medicine?"

  As if to prove what Meng Chuan had said, a handsome young man with clear eyebrows and bright eyes came chasing after him, holding a cup of water and a medicine bottle, shouting loudly, "Young master, take your medicine first before you play!"

  "Pfft...", Mò Zhān couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  That guy was so angry he glared at the kid who came later, his face almost distorted.

  Third Uncle finally got a chance to speak, "Mò Xiān, this is that child - Mò Yě."