m, I'm going to set up a milk bath for you. Come over and soak in it later." Leng Yechen's voice was so sweet that it could make your ears pregnant, drifting in from outside the door.Tong Yimo was stu...He is a man!

"Let me go! Who are you Help!" The next second, Tong Yimo realized the danger and cried for help in a panic.

Because she struggled, she broke free with one hand and reached towards the bedside. She angrily slammed whatever she touched into the back of the man pressing down on her.

With a "click," the ceiling light inside suddenly turned on.

Tong Yimò hadn't even had time to see clearly the man who was bullying her before he left her body.

Upon closer inspection, I saw a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, holding a black gun to the back of Eight Ye's head.

"A-Shi, what do you mean by this" Eighth Master stood by the bed, unable to move or speak as he pulled at his lips.

Tong Yimo stared blankly at the Tenth Master, whom she hadn't seen in three years. Besides the gold-rimmed fake glasses on his face, which she remembered vividly, she couldn't recall much about this man.

She is Ying Ning's sister, you touch her, you touch me. Tenth Master rebuked coldly.

"Hmph" The Eighth Master scoffed. "I told you so! It's no surprise that all of you from the 'Cold' family have a taste for this sort of thing! All this time, it turns out you're sisters!"

"She's not a woman of Leng Yechen, she is the wife of Leng Yecheng, Leng Yechen's younger brother. You threatening her won't get to Leng Yechen." Shiye continued, his face expressionless.

"How is that possible! She already married Leng Yechen!" Eight Master questioned suspiciously.

Shi Ye immediately glared at Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo sat on the edge of the bed, her mind replaying what Ji Yasha had reminded her. She quickly denied it: "I didn't marry Leng Yeshen."

"Who is that" Eighth Master narrowed his eyes, staring straight at Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo's eyes rolled, and she calmly said: "It was another woman who looked exactly like me."

"Who was that woman" Eight Master pressed, unwilling to let it go.

Tong Yimo unconsciously glanced at the Tenth Lord. Seeing his sword eyebrows slightly furrowed, she was intimidated and swallowed nervously, weakly replying: "Her name is Su Manxue, she's a popular actress now, you can check it online if you don't believe me."

"Eight Grandpa hurriedly took out his phone and searched for 'Su Manxue' on the browser. After Su Manxue's photo came up, he sighed again: "I told you, I felt so familiar! It turns out you really look just like that actress Su Manxue! I said, you people with the surname 'Leng', you really have a penchant for this type of woman! Three men married three women who practically look alike! Hmph, hmph, it's definitely a result of an inherited chromosome!"

Actually, in Baguye's heart, there was some doubt about this woman's identity. Because, from this morning to now, Leng Yeshen's side hadn't made a single move.

Isn't this strange

"Are you done babbling" Ten Ye snapped impatiently.

"Well then, I'll just give this woman back to Ah Shi!" Eight Master put away his phone and put on a nonchalant expression.

Then, Ten Ye swiftly retracted the gun from his hand and holstered it at his waist.

After letting out a sigh of relief, Eight Master spread his hands and shrugged as he walked towards the attic door, reminding, "Ah-Shi, if you want to let this woman go, remember to erase her memories. Otherwise, our identities will be exposed, bringing disaster upon us."

After the Eighth Master left, the Tenth Master fixed his sharp gaze on Tong Yimo, his face stern. "I will send you back," he said solemnly, "on one condition: You must remain silent about everything that happened here. If you dare to reveal it, it won't just be me who dies, but also Yashen. Think carefully about this"

"I understand." Tong Yimo nodded, her brow furrowed.

Then, Master Shi from his pocket took out a pocket watch. He hooked the chain onto his middle finger and held it before Tong Yimo's eyes.

"Look at this watch," he commanded.

Tong Yimo instinctively stared at the pocket watch in front of her. As the pocket watch swung in the air, she unconsciously yawned repeatedly.

"Forget everything that happened here..."

This sound was originally just echoing in my ear, slowly it became an echo in my mind.

Forgot

How could I possibly forget!

When she was little, her grandmother told her that there was a kind of sorcery in the world called "illusion magic." To protect herself from "illusion magic," all she had to do was quiet her mind and go to bed early without distractions.

...A clear mind...

Tong Yimo slowly closed her eyes.

Just as her body was falling back, Ten Ye hurriedly retracted his pocket watch and strode forward, grabbing her in a tight embrace.

Ten Ye slowly laid Tong Yi Mo down on the bed, then pulled over a blanket from the side and gently covered her.

Ji Yashan just happened to walk past the attic door and saw this scene. She suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy, but she quickly dismissed it. She raised her hand and leaned against the door frame, asking, "A Shi, is Yi Mo alright"

"Tonight, I will send her out." Ten Ye turned around and continued.

Ji Yaxian nodded with satisfaction.

"Yasmin."

"Hmm"

"If you wish to leave, I shall send you and Yimo away together." Ten Ye said solemnly.

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