Ye Liu kicked off the conversation again. “Yang, you know your younger brother–and I mean myself–is irresistible, so quit looking at me like that.”
Ye Mo gave the narcissistic Ye Liu a sideways glance, his jaw twitching.
He thought, Liu thinks too highly of himself!
Ever the stoic one, Ye Yang showed no reaction to Liu’s statement. “Can you earn a living with that?”
In other words, I need to know if your handsome features can bring in money. If you can, we can save a lot of expenses on food every day.
Pffft…
Ye Liu burst out laughing. Was their big brother fooling around with him?
This was a once-in-a-lifetime miracle!
Li Wazi, confused by Ye Liu’s delight, wondered if what Yang said was really that funny.
“Every wrong deed deserves a punishment. You two, deal with it yourselves!” Ye Yang ignored Ye Liu’s laughter. He focused on Li Wazi and Ye Mo, both of whom were drenched in cold sweat, and spoke at a steady pace.
Li Wazi, still perplexed, asked, “Yang, what did they do wrong that you have to punish them?”
The whole lot had gone upstairs after lunch just now. Did something happen that he did not know about?
“Not a big deal,” Ye Yang replied. Then he went to the well to continue sharpening his sickle.
Ye Liu stared at Yang’s tall and sturdy figure as he left, and said to Ye Mo, “Mo, I guess we’ll be feeding the mosquitoes outside tonight!”
He had been mentally prepared for this. Ye Yang might have been slightly partial towards them when he did not immediately demand they revert Liu Duo’s bed to its original form, but a punishment should go without saying.
“Whatever, it’s not that hard anyway!” Ye Mo could not care less.
One night of mosquito feeding in exchange for a chance of romping around on Liu Duo’s large bed seemed worth it!
“True. Mo, you have rougher skin and thicker flesh. It’d be difficult for the mosquitoes to get to you. Why don’t you take my share of the punishment too? Saves me from going.” Ye Liu snickered mischievously, practically asking to be punched.
Ye Mo was so relaxed about it, Ye Liu just had to ruffle his feathers.
Ye Mo squinted at him.
With a smug look on his face he responded, “Geez, I dare you to go against Yang’s orders!”
Li Wazi listened to them going back and forth in unfamiliar tongues. He really wanted to know what was going on so he asked, “Liu, what did you guys do?”
“Nothing. It’s no big deal.” Ye Liu told him exactly what Ye Yang had said.
Seeing how they did not intend to let him in on it, Li Wazi eventually shut up. As though in a fit of pique, when Ye Mo later spoke to him, Li Wazi disregarded him too.
Ye Mo was about to give him a piece of his mind when Ye Ling came down.
“Ling, come here, come here.” Ye Mo waved at him. “Is our wife asleep? How did she react after we left? Is she in a rush to revert her bed?”
He fixed his eyes on Ye Ling, urging him to answer.
Ye Liu had not said anything, but he listened attentively for an answer.
Steadily, Ye Ling answered his impatient brother. “Yes, she’s asleep. After you two left, she requested that Yang make sure you two revert the bed to what it once was. You’ll know when she wakes up.”
He conveyed to them what Liu Duo had said just now, word for word, including his confession to her.
It was then that Li Wazi finally made sense of why Ye Yang wanted to punish those two.
