<<>>Chapter 1244: Naive

"Zi Yao? Is that you, Zi Yao?" Yun Qingxi was a little curious.

This was the third time she had heard this name from Ye Jiu and Ye Ziyan's mouths.

“Well,” Ye Ziyan’s expression twitched when she mentioned this person, “Mo Zijiao is the son of Uncle Mo Qianqiu, he’s several years older than me, and often teases me about being short! Aunt Ye Jiu said that if he dares to tease me again, she'll break his legs so I'd be taller than him!”

Yun Qingxi couldn't help but laugh when she heard it.

Although she had never met this person named Mo Ziyao, she felt that he must be quite interesting.

"By the way, I haven't poured you water yet. What would you like to drink?" Yun Qingxi asked.

Ye Ziyan thought for a moment: "How about some mango juice? Dad had someone send over a batch of mangoes from the tropics. Juice made from them would definitely be delicious."

Yúnqíng nodded slightly, then turned and left the studio to instruct the maid downstairs to make mango juice.

As soon as Cloudsky left, a tiny *bang bang* sound started coming from outside the window.

Ye Ziyan walked over in surprise and saw that a small stone had hit the glass.

She pushed open the glass and looked down. A person was standing in the snow.

Who else could that be besides Mo Ziyao, whom I just spent the last few minutes complaining about?

"Brother ZiYao, how did you get here?" she asked, her eyes wide with suspicion.

Mo Ziyao stood in the snow, shivering a little from the cold, looking just like a bamboo pole in winter.

Thin and elegant, eighteen years old, with the unique breath of youthfulness.

"Shh," he raised a finger and hushed Yun Qingxi, "I'm here to bring you roasted sweet potatoes. Open the window wider, and I'll climb up."

Ye Ziyan: "...Naive!"

This person, even though they are older than her, why are they more childish?

Although I grumbled under my breath, my hands honestly cracked open the window a bit.

Mo Ziyao looked around, seeing no bodyguards patrolling. He quickly climbed up to the third floor and crawled in through a window.

He carried the chill of the outdoors with him. The moment he stepped in, he immediately took off his snow-covered coat and pulled out a hot, steaming sweet potato from his pocket: "The roasted sweet potatoes near the shopping mall aren't good, they just look nice. This is the Chengnan roasted sweet potato that you love the most, small but sweet."

Ye Ziyan reached out and took it, pouting: "Put it in my clothes, it's all dirty."

"What's the matter with dirty clothes, just wash them!" Mo Ziyao said nonchalantly.

"I'm annoyed that you got sweet potato all over the place." Yezhiyan gave him a withering glance.

As she spoke, she washed her hands and began to peel the sweet potatoes.

Moziyao also washed his hands and helped her peel the fruit together.

"By the way, how did you get in? Didn't Aunt Ye Jiu notice you?" Night Ziyan tilted her head and asked him.

Mo Ziyao touched her head with the hand that hadn't touched sweet potatoes, raising his sword eyebrows: "What can't I do?"

"If you don't want to say it, just keep quiet." Ye Ziyan said with a sneer.

"Alright, go on then..." Mo Ziyao also gave in to her. This little girl, how could she not give him a chance to flatter her?

"Do you still remember when we used to sneak over here and pick sunflowers as children?"

"Well, I remember." Ye Ziyan nodded.

The sunflowers in this little garden always grew exceptionally beautiful. At that time, she would often covet them, wanting to pick a few to take home and put in a vase.

Moziyao told her that these sunflowers were her grandmother's treasures and couldn't be plucked openly. She could only steal them, or else her grandmother would surely be angry if she found out.

So, the little girl followed Mo Ziyao behind, climbed over the wall to steal sunflowers. Because she was small and had short legs, she sat on the wall and didn't dare jump down, afraid she would cry out loud. Mo Ziyao comforted her for a long time before persuading her to finally move down little by little. Then, he reached out from the side of the wall and caught her.

After that, he dared not climb over the wall with Ye Ziyan again. He tried every way to make a hole in the fence of the villa and took her through the hole.

Not until a month later did Ye Ziyān realize that her grandmother had no idea sunflowers were planted there, let alone considered them treasures.

This flower was planted by the villa gardener, purely for aesthetic purposes. If she opened her mouth, the gardener would pluck all the sunflowers for her.

At that time, she was furious. She was angry that Mo Ziyao had used such a method to tease her. He clearly wanted to see her embarrassed face when she climbed over the wall and crawled through the railings!

"How did you get in here? Through a hole in the railing?" she asked.

Mo Ziyao nodded: "This little thing, how hard can it be for me?"

"If my older brother and second brother found out, you'd be in deep trouble." Ye Ziyan said this with a threatening tone, but she didn't intend to tell her two brothers about it.

She didn't understand why her two older brothers disliked Mo Ziyao so much. Although Mo Ziyao was annoying and often bullied her, he did buy her her favorite roasted sweet potatoes after all. And whenever someone else bullied her, he was always the first to stand up for her.

In her heart, she considered Mo Ziyuan as a good friend.

Like two older brothers, we are best friends.

Even better.

"Eat your baked sweet potato, no one will know if you don't say anything." Mo Ziyao stuffed the peeled sweet potato into her hand.

The little girl's hands were small, her fingers soft and tinged with a delicate pinkish hue.

Holding a large, roasted sweet potato, he took big bites and ate it. After just a few bites, he let out a satisfied burp.

"I'm full, I'm full. I just ate one and I can't eat anymore..."

"Well then, I won't eat." Mo Ziyao spoke.

"Isn't this a waste?" Ye Ziyan looked at the half-eaten roasted sweet potato in her hand with distress.

Mo Ziyao thought for a moment, then took the roasted sweet potato from her hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ye Ziyan widened her eyes, looking at him in astonishment.

Moe Ziyao chomped on the entire sweet potato with no grace whatsoever, then washed his hands. "What are you looking at? Is that how good-looking I am?"

Although it was utterly featureless, the face was still quite pleasing to look at.

He had a wildness unlike that of ordinary young masters.

Ye Ziyan stared at him blankly for a few seconds before she belatedly shifted her gaze away, pretending nonchalance: "You... you're not good-looking. I just think you should participate in the eating competition. With your wolfish appetite, no one could beat you."

"Do you think I want to gobble it down? Your sister-in-law will be coming upstairs soon, if she catches us, there's no good ending for me." Mo Ziyao said righteously, putting on his coat and opening the window, "Next time you want to eat roasted sweet potato, just tell me, I'll buy it for you."

Ye Ziyan stared at the smudge of red on his lips, nodding dumbly.

She suddenly remembered that this was what she had eaten, so... Mo Ziyao just now ate all the things she had eaten?

"You're such an idiot, little girl," Mo Ziyuan sneered. "It hasn't even been that long since we last met, and your intelligence seems to have dropped a few notches."

Yè Zǐyān couldn't help but puff up in anger: "Mò Zǐyáo, you—"

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