"Ding-dong" sound, this is the sound made by the porcelain spoon hitting the porcelain bowl.
Wei Yang put down the spoon in her hand and looked at Yan Gui, saying softly: "It's just a set of clothes."
Yan Gui frowned and asked, "Anything else?"
"Too much." Wei Yang kicked the hem of her skirt with her foot. The skirt was indeed beautiful.
"explain."
Wei Yang stood up from the chair, moving step by step, and the hem of her pomegranate red skirt rippled like water. With every step she took, it seemed as if flowers could bloom from the corners of her skirt.
Yan Gui stared at her skirt, which was shining and spreading like ripples, and his eyes became increasingly cold.
She came for him, for he had entered her boudoir last night, and this morning she had caught him and punished him for his fault.
She was telling him, this is your person, not mine.
Suddenly she felt distant from him? Did this little girl meet her family yesterday and want to make trouble today
"Everyone, get out." Yan Gui said, and Konggu and Youlan quickly retreated. Weiyang, who had already taken a few steps, took two more steps back, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Yan Gui provocatively.
The inky black hair fell to one side, her slender waist was tied, and her pomegranate red skirt was spread out casually. As Yan Gui approached, it floated slightly.
Yan Gui stretched out his hand, and the belt around Wei Yang's waist had been torn off by him, and her pomegranate skirt fell to the ground and piled up. He stretched out his hand again, and the buttons on her jacket broke. When she reacted, her jacket had been thrown to the ground, revealing her snow-white underwear. Wei Yang took a step back with her hands on her chest, looking at him warily, and fear gradually rose in her heart.
Before she could think of anything, Yan Gui pulled her over and sat down. Wei Yang felt dizzy, and when she came to her senses, she was already lying on Yan Gui's knees.
Yan Gui raised his hand and slapped her on the butt. Just as she screamed, the second slap came down. When Yan Gui finished the third slap, Wei Yang's tears finally found a hole and fell down due to the shock and pain.
"Does it hurt?"
Wei Yang, lying on Yan Gui’s knees, cried so hard that she couldn’t speak, and remained stubborn and silent.
"Speak." Yan Gui's voice rose slightly, and Wei Yang was so startled that she slipped off his lap and fell on the carpet. She looked up at Yan Gui and shook her head aggrievedly. Then she realized something was wrong and nodded again.
"Su Weiyang, do you know that you have been so willful today?" Yan Gui lowered his head to look at the little girl who was sitting diagonally on the ground. He must have really hurt her. She was sitting in an awkward position, as if she was afraid of the pain but was forcing herself to endure it.
Yes, she has always been like this, always on guard in front of him and unable to truly let go.
The little girl's eyes were full of vigilance. She looked into his eyes with tears in her eyes and nodded slightly.
"The dead are gone, and the living are like this. Weiyang, you don't have to be angry with your uncle and humiliate yourself with your deceased relatives. Tell me, why are you angry?"
Yan Gui's voice slowed down and returned to its usual softness, which gave Wei Yang an illusion that it wasn't him who was fierce just now, and it wasn't him who hit people just now.
"I want Doukou and Chanyi. They... they are my maids. They won't let outsiders enter and leave my room casually." After saying that, Weiyang covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.
She had never felt so wronged as today. She had cried before, but she was careful not to make people think she was being willful. But she just wanted to be willful, so why couldn't she cry
Knowing that this was all, Yan Gui held his forehead helplessly, squatted down, held her in his arms, and gently patted her back like he was coaxing a baby.