Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Ye Mo didn’t get angry at Liu Duo, who refused to respond to him. Instead, he held onto her and flipped her around in such a way that their positions were reversed.
“Liu Duo, if you’re pretending to be a blockhead, then don’t mind if I do this!” Ye Mo punished her by pinching her tall and compact, little nose.
The quiet Liu Duo wasn’t interesting. He would prefer the stubborn one, who would talk back to him.
“…” Yes, I’m ignoring you! And how dare you touch me? Yang, Liuzi, please come back quick…
Liu Duo stayed still, not reacting to whatever he was doing. Ye Mo was not about to release the fingers pinching her nose, wondering how long she could resist.
One, two, three minutes passed, and when Liu Duo couldn’t do it anymore, she opened her eyes and hit his hand, “Little Mo, now you’ve done it! When Yang and Liuzi come back, let’s see how I have them deal with you!”
“Liu Duo, why are you so immature? Are you really going to bring that up?” The corners of his lips curled up when she finally responded, as though he had won.
“Try me!” She tilted her head, not looking at him.
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare to go against you. After all, you are our fortune master after all – our almighty leader. We are but your humble servants who tremble when you rage!” Ye Mo buttered her up as much as he could.
Pffft, Liu Duo couldn’t hold her laughter. Suddenly, she found Ye Mo had this funny side to him. It was no wonder why he seemed almost like Liuzi’s twin.
Seeing her smile, finally, Ye Mo couldn’t control his hands as they stroked the fair skin on Liu Duo’s legs. Shocked by the sudden touch, her leg shot up, eliciting an instant howl from Ye Mo.
“Ah…”
Again Ye Ling was frightened by the sound and poked himself with the needle once more. He found it strange. This was the third time that day. So he kept his unfinished insoles and decided he would continue with his needlework another day.
He went knocking on the door, “Mo, Duo Er, open up. Is it alright in there? Why is Mo screaming?”
It was then that Ye Yang and Ye Liu returned and saw him outside the room, urging the ones inside to open up.
The two brothers went to wash off the mud by the well. They washed their faces too before going to ask what happened.
“Ling, what’s this about?” Ye Liu asked.
“Nothing. Mo was teaching Duo Er how to write, and he shouted just now. So I came to check up on things, but they have barricaded the door, and I couldn’t go in,” Ye Ling replied honestly.
Hearing that, Ye Yang showed no hint of expression whereas Ye Liu furrowed his brow. What were the two of them up to in there?
“Mo, Little Duo, open up,” Ye Yang knocked on the door, his deep voice especially soothing.
As it turned out, there was no response from inside. No one said anything. Ye Liu knocked again, “Little Mo, Little Duo, you two better open the door. Why do you have to lock it for a writing lesson? Are you up to something in there?”
Inside the room, Liu Duo heard them. Her lips twitched, but she ignored the sounds from outside. She whispered to Ye Mo, tapping him on the shoulder, “Little Mo, how is it? Is it still painful?”
“Nonsense!” Ye Mo bent low, clutching his groin. That kick of hers should not be taken lightly.
Seeing him crouching like that, he looked like curled-up shrimp fried in oil. Liu Duo couldn’t hold back her laughter.
“What’s there to laugh about? If you killed it, then have fun living as a widow!” Ye Mo glared at her.
Liu Duo, still chuckling, went to his side and said, “Who said you could touch me like that? I won’t be a widow, because I still have Yang, Liuzi, and Ling, hehe…”
Hearing that, Ye Mo felt utterly defeated. Damn, this woman would be his downfall! So heartless.