Chapter 243: This Young Master must be a fake
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As he lowered his handsome face and advanced toward her, his warm breath gushed over her face. He went closer and closer to her.
His thin lips stopped in front of the tip of her nose—it looked like he was about to kiss her.
Nian Xiaomu froze all of a sudden.
She had no time to attend to Chen Zixin anymore. Her eyes enlarged as Yu Yuehan, who seemed to have an unknown motive, hovered right in front of her face.
“Young Master, give me some s.p.a.ce. I can’t breathe like this…” Nian Xiaomu wanted to subconsciously retreat backward, but Xiao Liuliu was standing behind her—she would b.u.mp into Xiao Liuliu if she moved backward.
“Unable to breathe? Let me take a look.” The corner of Yu Yuehan’s lips curled in a devilish manner, and he took one more step forward.
Both of them were on the verge of sticking to each other. The overbearing aura from his body hit her face directly, carrying along Yu Yuehan’s unfathomable state of mind—n.o.body knew what he was thinking.
Reaching out hurriedly, Nian Xiaomu blocked his chest and shouted anxiously, “Don’t come near me anymore. Otherwise, I might step on Xiao Liuliu!”
“…”
When Yu Yuehan heard that, he did not advance forward, but he also did not retreat backward. Instead, he stood still where he was and maintained the distance between the both of them.
A tinge of huskiness permeated his magnetic voice. “Are you still unable to breathe? Do you need any help with that?”
Nian Xiaomu: “…”
Why did she feel that this sentence had other meanings to it?
Was he going to do CPR on her if she said that she was unable to breathe?
When Nian Xiaomu thought of this, she suddenly swallowed her saliva and no longer dared to stare at his thin lips directly…
She felt that he was flirting her. What should she do?
Flirt back?
“Hooligan!” How could he say such shameful words in front of Xiao Liuliu?
Surprisingly, Yu Yuehan wasn’t angry at all even though he was scolded. Raising his eyebrows, he narrowed his gaze and stared at her. When he realized that she had already hung up the phone call, a pleased look appeared in his eyes, and he said, “I wanted to help you call a doctor. What were you thinking?”
Nian Xiaomu: “…”
“Nian Xiaomu, you must maintain a pure mind. Do not pollute it.”
Nian Xiaomu: “…!!”
The ring tone that rang again interrupted their conversation.
Nian Xiaomu lowered her head and took a glance. When she realized that it was another call from Chen Zixin, she picked up the call immediately.
“President Chen Jr., I am at home…” Yu Yuehan’s face darkened in an instant the moment Nian Xiaomu spoke.
The atmosphere that was eased just a moment ago seemed to have dropped to the freezing point at that very moment.
A cramped and narrow breath seemed to be indistinctly permeating.
His chilly eyes stared firmly at Nian Xiaomu, who seemed to have totally disregarded him and was concentrating on the phone conversation.
“Yeah, everything is alright now…” With the phone in hand, Nian Xiaomu walked away to the side as she spoke on the phone.
Just when she was about to apologize to Chen Zixin, she heard him ask if they could still get together to have a meal.
“Now? But it’s a little late now. Also, I…” Before Nian Xiaomu could finish her sentence, a noise sounded from behind her.
When she turned around, she saw Xiao Liuliu lying flat on the sofa—she seemed to have fallen down just now. Nian Xiaomu tightened her grip on her phone.
Following which, she said without hesitation, “Sorry, but I cannot make it today. I really have something else going on.”
Then, she hung up the call and ran to the sofa at lightning speed. Reaching out, she carried Xiao Liuliu’s soft and squishy body up and asked, “Did you fall down? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“…”
With a dazed look, Xiao Liuliu lifted her tender and delicate face.
Question marks filled her entire face.
Who am I? Where am I? What happened just now?
Standing by the side, the butler witnessed as Yu Yuehan personally carried Xiao Liuliu to the sofa and staged the act of her falling down.
At this point in time, the butler could only turn around silently and pretend that he had not seen anything…
This wasn’t real.
This Young Master must be a fake.
He was blind—he didn’t see anything just now!