Her Black Moonlight

"Hey?" Yue Yu stood up straight, took off his blindfold with one hand, and shook his black hair, wanting to ask, 'What's the best way to touch your legs? ’.

When the words came to her mouth, she swallowed hard again, glanced over the skirt that Xin Rong put down, and said, "Okay, if you want to touch it, feel free to touch it."

She generously bent over and rolled up her trousers, revealing a snow-white calf.

The normal aesthetics of human beings are fat and thin, and the flesh and bones stop evenly, but her legs are thin into bamboo poles, as thin as chopsticks that break when they are broken.

But Xin Rong likes it.

She stretched out her hand, her fingertips were like feathers, floating on Yue Yu's skin, and she muttered to herself without blinking: "It's so beautiful..."

She was clearly praising her softly, but for some reason, Yue Yu's inexplicable hairs stood up, her back became cold, and a ridiculous delusion flashed in her mind-Xin Rong longed for her legs, longed to cut her limbs, and moved them to herself. body.

In the next instant, Xin Rong lowered his eyelashes and retracted his fingers calmly.

Yue Yu also came back to his senses, the hallucination was broken like foam in the empty air, leaving no traces.

Nearly two o'clock.

Xin Rong, who stayed in the room, reluctantly said goodbye to Yue Yu: "I should go back and read."

Yue Yu said thoughtfully, "I'll push you over."

Xin Rong quietly retracted his hand to drive the wheelchair, nodded obediently and said, "Thank you, sister."

After sending Xin Rong to her bedroom, Yue Yu gently closed the door, and when she turned around, she unexpectedly saw Ning Su appearing at the entrance of the stairs, and waved to her with a smile.

Yue Yu ran over suspiciously, only to hear the other person say gently, "Do you want Xiao Yu to eat the dessert made by her mother?"

to be frank……

I don't really want to eat.

She ate lunch and was fed snacks by Xin Rong, which would fill her stomach and have no interest in desserts.

but--

The four words "made by mother" have too much influence on orphans.

In order not to collapse, Yue Yu had no choice at all, he could only nod in tears, and was led to the kitchen by Ning Su.

"200 grams of whipped cream."

"Pure milk 200 grams."

"Cherry... caster sugar... condensed milk..."

Ning Su said that she wanted to eat it for Yue Yu, so she really explained the raw materials used in detail in front of her, and made the finished product little by little.

Yue Yu was wearing a lace-trimmed apron and a small white chef hat on his head. He looked at him blankly and ignorantly, suspecting that Ning Su was teaching himself how to be a maid in disguise in the name of cooking for himself. Make small desserts.

But she took a closer look at Ningsu's gentle smile, and felt that she was thinking too much - what evil could her adoptive mother have? She just wanted to make her feel a mother's love.

A month and a half passed.

Under the influence of mother's love, Yue Yu stepped on a small stool and successfully made fresh milk jelly.

Ning Su patted her head happily, smiled and asked her to bring the dessert to the third floor to share her debut work with Xin Rong.

Yue Yu thought about it, cut a piece for Ning Su, and then went upstairs with the plate.

Xin Rong is practicing calligraphy in the room.

In the past, she liked to copy her grandfather's calligraphy. After returning from the hospital, her calligraphy improved by leaps and bounds, and her style was faintly visible in the wandering strokes. Write something else.

When Yue Yu knocked on the door, Xin Rong had just finished writing the word 'fishing'. When Yue Yu entered the house, the copybook was quietly placed under the table, overlapping with the rest of the words 'fishing'.

"Writing is hard." Yue Yu briskly ran to the table and put the plate on it: "Come and try the jelly I made."

Xin Rong was stunned: "You...did it?"

Yue Yu nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, it's still hot when it's freshly baked. You can taste it and see how it tastes."

Xin Rong snorted, did not start immediately, but took out the wet towel and carefully wiped his fingers before picking up the small spoon in the plate and scooping a spoonful into his mouth.

Yue Yu was still a little confident in his craftsmanship and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

Xin Rong swallowed the smooth and sweet milk jelly, and his eyes lit up: "It's delicious."

It seems that these two words are not enough to describe the degree of liking, and she added with emphasis: "It's delicious."

Yue Yu was amused by her, took two sips, and then put down the spoon: "I also made black tea, I don't know if it's okay, you eat it first, I'll go down and see."

Xin Rong's eyes were glued to the jelly, and he nodded obediently.

Yue Yu left the room and walked to the stairs when he heard a muffled sound.

She couldn't tell whether it was coming from upstairs or downstairs, hesitated for two seconds, and stepped into the kitchen faster.

Ning Su and the others stood in a good manner, and when they saw her come in, she smiled and said, "The black tea will take a while, and when it's ready, Mom will bring it to you."

Yue Yu was thinking about the sound, and hurried back to the third floor after answering.

As soon as the door opened, she was startled.

The plate that was still on the table just now fell to the ground and was torn apart. The unfinished yogurt jelly rolled a few times, and the milky white skin was already covered with dust.

Not far from the milk jelly, the standing wheelchair also fell to the ground. Xin Rong, who was holding his back straight when writing, was embarrassedly propping up his upper body, as if he wanted to stand up.

However, her legs were unresponsive, folded in a strange position, making her scalp tingle at a glance.

The bad premonition in Yue Yu's heart came true, and she hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the wheelchair, but when she wanted to pick up Xin Rong, Xin Rong seemed stressed, and her voice suddenly topped: "Don't touch me!"

Yue Yu was shocked by her call, stunned in place, looked at her helplessly, lowered her head, used her hands as her legs, and crawled forward little by little.

She dragged her two legs, climbed to the edge of the milk jelly, and picked up the dusty milk jelly silently.

Yue Yu suddenly understood the reason why she fell - probably accidentally dropped the plate, then tried to bend over to pick it up, but overturned the wheelchair too.

It's just a plate of dessert, do you care so much?

Even knowing that waste is shameful, this question still pops out of Yue Yu's mind.

No one answered her doubts. After Xin Rong picked up the milk jelly, he lowered his head and wiped the dust on the milk jelly a little.

Yue Yu saw the horror: [...Help, she doesn't want to eat after cleaning it, right? 】

System: [Compared to you, I feel that the heroine came out of the orphanage. 】

Yue Yu tugged at the corners of his lips, but before he could fight back, he saw Xin Rong wiping, tears suddenly rolling down his cheeks, and the tears gathered at the pointy chin, and finally fell overwhelmed on the milk jelly, scratching out A clear trace.

Yue Yu couldn't stand anymore, walked over to grab her milk jelly, and threw them all into the trash: "Don't eat this anymore, I'll make you other desserts in the future."

She looked at Xin Rong and assured her in a serious tone, "No matter what you want to eat and when you want to eat it, I will cook it for you."

Xin Rong didn't raise his head and let the tears hit the ground. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Don't do it... I don't deserve it. I'll just overturn the plate and stain your heart..."

Yue Yu thoughtfully said, "It's not your fault—"

"It's my fault!" Xin Rong burst out suddenly, crying hysterically, "I'm disabled! I'm a burden to my parents! I'll depend on others for the rest of my life and be a shameless blood-sucking worm!"

System: [Hey, why is the heroine so precocious? 】

Yue Yu didn't listen to the system. When she saw Xin Rong's collapse, her heart was inexplicably uncomfortable. She squatted down involuntarily. She held Xin Rong's hand and comforted her awkwardly: "You are Mrs. Xin and Xin. How can they think you're a burden, sir's only child?"

"They don't think so now..." Xin Rong said with a trembling voice, crying and laughing: "After my younger brother is born, will I gradually feel annoyed by me?"

"Brother?" Yue Yu was stunned, and immediately said: "Did you listen to what others said? Don't believe those nonsense words! Your parents love you so much, they will never abandon your baby brother!"

——In the plot of the original novel, when Mrs. Xin adopted the original owner, she deliberately put it under Ning Su's name, for fear of making Xin Rong misunderstood. After the plot ended, the Xin family did not have a second child. Obviously, the Xin family's parents loved their daughter deeply and had no plans to have another child at all.

"No one told me this." Xin Rong's tone was light, and he was no longer as excited as before: "I guessed it myself. Dad's company needs an heir, and grandfather and mother also want to raise a good child..."

The system interjected: [No, no matter how smart the heroine is, she can't possibly think of this, right? 】

Yue Yu disliked it, and flicked the word 'shut up', then took a deep breath and put both hands on Xin Rong's shoulders: "It's too early for you to think about this now, maybe in the eyes of your parents, these are all It's not important to you."

Xin Rong said softly, "Ah...is that so..."

She didn't cry anymore, but she was like a hollow bamboo, without the usual spirit, even if she listened to Yue Yu's words, she couldn't listen to her heart, she just agreed with her mouth.

Yue Yu's hand clenching her shoulder couldn't help but tighten, all kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind, and finally he opened his mouth and asked an irrelevant question: "Miss, I'm your maid, right?"

Xin Rong was stunned, shook his head and said, "No, you are my... sister."

"That's just your personal name, I'm Ning Su's adopted daughter, and we have no blood relationship." Yue Yu quickly dismissed her words, seeing her pale face, and said without pause, "From a work perspective, I would be Your maid, your maid."

Xin Rong grabbed the hem of her clothes unconsciously, with tears in his eyes: "Sister, don't say that... I don't like hearing you say this, don't you want me?"

Yue Yu didn't answer, but instead asked, "What is a maid to you?"

Confusion flashed across Xin Rong's eyes, she opened her mouth and answered tentatively, "It's a friend..."

"I don't think so." Yue Yu said seriously: "Or, not quite."

Xin Rongxin's hair tightened, and he asked anxiously, "What do you mean?"

Yue Yu smiled and pulled her back to the wheelchair: "You think you are a burden to the Xin family, and you think they have no obligation to take care of you for the rest of your life, but I am different. Since I live and eat at your house and take your salary, then I help you protect you...is it a matter of course?"

"You can refuse everyone's help, but don't refuse mine."

Yue Yu put Xin Rong's legs away, covered her with a plain flower blanket again, raised his face, and said gently, "Because I'm your maid."

"It's your second pair of legs for the rest of your life."