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An Qian followed Mo Yelan to the cloakroom.

She wondered why Mo Yanxue had brought her here so late at night. What made her even more suspicious was that there was another woman here. He was dressed in formal attire and had a very respectful expression on his face.

The man opened the beautiful box and placed it on the table. "Change into this set of clothes. She'll make you make makeup later."

"Huh?" An Qian was stunned by his actions.

The clothes inside the exquisite box seemed to be a light blue long skirt. The silk curtain was exquisite and elegant, and one could tell that it was quite expensive. Besides, there was also a set of jewelry on the cloth.

Pale blue jewelry earrings and a string of pale blue jewelry necklaces. An Qian was originally a jewelry designer. With one glance, she could tell that this light blue lake-like piece of jewelry was worth at least a million yuan.

What kind of wind did Mo Yeyue draw at night …

After saying this, Mo Ye Han no longer looked at her and turned to leave.

"Ai …" "Hold on." "But why did you stop him?" What do you mean? "

Mo Ye coldly took a step, turned his head, and said, "Do as I say, no need to ask."

"But …" An Qian still wanted to say something, but the man had already left the room. She could only sigh helplessly.

Who exactly was that mysterious and beautiful woman? Why was he so frightened when he saw her? Also, Mo Yeyan's expression and emotions didn't seem to be right today.

An Qian speculated that it must be related to that girl. Just as he was thinking this, the stylist's voice rang in his ears, "Young mistress, can we start now?"

"Ah …" An Qian was at a loss for a moment.

That person smiled and said, "Eldest Young Mistress, my name is Xiao Lu. "I work in the villa, and am responsible for taking care of the appearance, clothing, and collocation of the eldest young master and second young master."

So that's how it was! An Qian was curious as to why she knew of her status here.

About ten minutes later, An Qian raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe his eyes.

The person in the mirror, thin powder slightly applied, dignified and noble, pure and amazing.

She touched her face in disbelief. If she didn't believe that there was magic in this world, she really wouldn't believe that the person in the mirror was herself.

There was also admiration in Xiao Lu's eyes, but it was more of a surprise.

An Qian walked out of the cloakroom awkwardly while holding her skirt. A servant was waiting outside. "Eldest young mistress, the second young master is waiting for you in the bedroom."

Bedroom? Waiting for her? What the hell was going on!?

Could it be that he wanted to … Pah pah! How could that be possible? His identity was so noble, and his personality was so solitary and proud, so how could he want this broken body of hers?

When she thought about this, An Qian's brow slightly creased.

Xiao Lu reminded her, "Eldest young mistress, this is the dress you are wearing. It is probably the first time you have tried this kind of clothing, so you aren't used to it. You don't have to hold it with your hands. Just let it fall down naturally. On the contrary, it would give people the feeling that a fairy has fallen into the dust. "

An shallowly smiled shyly, nodded, and walked towards Mo Yeyue's bedroom.

Standing at the door, she took a deep breath, raised her hand, and knocked on the door.

No matter what Mo Yeyan wanted to do, since there was an agreement between them, she had to abide by it. As long as it wasn't too much, she could bear it.

A man's cold voice came from inside. An Qian took another deep breath before she gently opened the door and walked in.

The first thing he saw was Mo Ye Han. He was still dressed in the same clothes, and even his hair posture had not changed. Even so, he still looked so charming.

He was standing by the sofa with his back to the french window.

Outside the window was a gorgeous and enchanting starry sky. However, it unwittingly gave An Shuang the illusion that this man was actually very lonely, very lonely, and very sad.

"Second Young Master." An shallowly called out.

Mo Ye Han slowly turned his body, and at this moment, he felt like he was looking at a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world. What he did not know was that after this moment, the single glimpse was forever frozen in his mind.

A few years later, a dozen years later, for the rest of his life, he would never forget …

The woman was slender and exquisite, with a refined and elegant face. Her beautiful eyes were like the limpid autumn waters, looking forward to love, yet innocent and moving. Her skin was like the snow on a long white mountain. The gentle breeze made it seem as if it was about to break.

Her lips, like cherries in the early summer, were bright and alluring. It was slightly open, and two pure white teeth could be vaguely seen inside.

The light blue dress she wore was completely tailored for her.

Mo Eversnow noticed that she was wearing the sapphire necklace on her neck. Her neck was white and slim, and her skin was fragile from the wind. She was like a beautiful swan.

And around her, not in his room. Behind her, there were mountains, water, trees, flowers, birds, and streams. Lotus flowers covered the surface of the gurgling river, competing to be the first to bloom.

After a long while, Mo Ye Han opened his lips like he was drunk and said, "You are so beautiful."

An Qian had never been stared at so closely by a man before. Her face went from white to scarlet. The reserved and bashful nature of a young girl, as well as her innate talent, forced her to raise her eyes and meet his gaze. She then replied, "Thank you."

Perhaps it was precisely because she had spoken that she was able to pull the deeply intoxicated man back to his senses.

He found it unbelievable that this woman was poisonous and could use witchcraft. Otherwise, why would he be staring at her like an idiot for such a long time?

Mo Ye Han curled his lips. His clear and cold eyes slightly narrowed as the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile.

Now it would seem that her appearance was only mediocre. No matter how ugly a woman was, she would turn into a goddess in this outfit. Seeing how proud she was of herself, did she really think of herself as a pure beauty?

The loathing in the man's eyes just happened to fall into her own. She had also recovered her rationality from the praise just now.

"Second Young Master, what did you call me here for?"

Mo Ye Han retracted his gaze and coldly said, "Don't ask so much, just do what you have to do when the time comes."

When the time comes? Do as you say? What do you mean? What was she supposed to do?

Could it be that she was serving him with that beautiful and mysterious woman from before?

Oh my god! Two women serving together? It was disgusting enough just to think about it.

Thinking of this, An Qian's expression suddenly darkened. It had to be like this, otherwise why would he spend so much effort to dress himself up? It was actually to satisfy his perverted desires.