The eldest princess loves the five princes as her own flesh and blood, almost to the point of obedience.

The arrogance of Ye Mushen is understandable, but it is not tyrannical.

Before Ayan's arrival, he didn't lose his temper very often.

For those stupid, clumsy, and wooden companions in the past, most of the night ginseng just mocked a few words and stopped paying attention to it.

But Ayan, this person, made the young Ye Mushen anxious for no reason.

No. Anxiety certainly has a reason.

If you can't see Ayan, Ye Mushen will want to see him.

When he sees Ayan, he will still want to be close to him and want to plunge into his arms......

I want him to take care of and pamper himself like Ye Mujing.

— and not meekly and humbly obey orders like a servant.

Ye Mushen wants Ayan to be so loyal to himself alone.

He also wants Ayan to have no reservations about himself.

— instead of being so cringe-inducing, not mentioning a word about one's past, and teaching people to be unpredictable.

But even that wasn't enough.

Far from enough.

What is satisfied, Ye Mushen himself doesn't know.

But at this moment, Ye Mushen knew that Ayan was a possession that he did not want to share with anyone.

Even if he has all kinds of dislike and suspicion of him, Ye Mushen doesn't want Ah Yan to accept other people's kindness, let alone see him respectful and obedient to others.

Ye Mushen leaned over slightly, reached out and plucked twice in the pond, clearing his hand.

"Come here," Ye Mushen turned his head to look at Ayan.

He was clearly half a head shorter than Ayan, but he still exuded a condescending momentum.

Ayan slowly approached the edge of the pond.

The pond is surrounded by a circle of gray-white rocks, reaching to the knees of the night ginseng.

Ye Mushen sat on the rock, making a splash with one hand, and pulling Ayan to sit beside him with the other.

Ayan leaned sideways, with his back to the pond, and sat next to Ye Mushen.

His body trembled slightly.

Ayan, who is smarter than Ye Mu Ginseng, can more or less guess what his "master" will do.

He was afraid of water. Very afraid.

"Ayan, Ayan......" Ye Mushen muttered his name, his eyes cold, "you are so dirty." ”

A sour feeling welled up in Ayan's chest.

He blinked his reddened eyes and pursed his lips.

The next moment, Ye Mushen turned over and sat on top of him.

He straddled his legs and knelt on the uneven rock, his wet hands caressing his face, which was no longer white.

"Dirty. It's dirty and ugly. Still stupid. Stupid. ”

Ye Mushen gritted his teeth and counted Ayan's no.

Ayan raised his hands, trying to wrap himself around the young boy from behind.

But he didn't dare to offend anymore, and his hand trembled slightly in mid-air, very lonely.

He carefully inhaled deeply, cautiously preparing for what might happen next.

Sure enough, Ye Mushen pressed his shoulders with both hands and pressed him into the pool.

Ayan leaned back with his face at Ye Mushen.

The water was behind his ears and his line of sight.

The twilight scent of pond water invaded his nostrils and forced him to swallow a few mouthfuls of water.

The headband in which he was tied was snatched away by a curious koi, and his long hair was scattered in the water like black algae.

Ayan clapped his hands in fear, wanting to hold Ye Mushen's arms, but he didn't dare.

"I hate you!" Ye Mu was angry, repeating over and over again.

He looked at Ye Mushen's angry expression through the pond water, and clenched his fists helplessly.

He remembered that not long ago, Ye Mushen asked himself what would happen if he was allowed to die.

Silly Ama, ...... What else could he do?