C2 The One Who Accompanied Him to Hell

The cool moonlight shone into the villa, shining on the smooth wooden floor, giving off a silvery glow. On the bright window glass, a tall figure was reflected.

Yem Luochen was wearing a white robe, revealing his thin bones. His flaxen hair was still dripping water, covering his dark green eyes. The dark green was a strange color.

"Young master." A clear voice that was as clear as water came from behind. Mo Yitong held her hands in front of her body and her posture was respectful, but there was an unnoticeable nervousness in her words.

Yem Luochen turned his head when he heard her and saw that it was her. The corner of his mouth slightly pursed like a smile but it was not obvious. Yitong, who had her head lowered, obviously did not see it.

"What is it?" The cold voice that came out of the mouth was like the cold moonlight, without a trace of warmth.

Yitong's body instantly tensed up, and every cell unconsciously trembled. Every time she saw him, she felt as if she had died once. Her fear of him had become so obvious from who knows when.

"It's time for you to rest" But even so, it still couldn't escape the fact that she was his maid, her responsibility was to protect him.

"Rest?" With a mocking smile, Yem Luochen approached Yitong step by step. He pinched her chin with his fingers and looked at her playfully. "Then what should you do?"

Yitong's fear was no longer concealed. Her brown eyes were filled with fear. She knew that there was definitely no good thing for him to get close to her, but she could not move a single step. Because it was her duty to listen to orders. She trembled as she closed her eyes and slowly stood on her tiptoes. She kissed Yem Luochen on the side of his face. It was a kiss as light as a dragonfly touching the surface of the water, without any hint of lust. Until now, she still did not know why Yem Luochen did this. The only thing she knew was that he hated her. But he refused to let her go.

Yem Luochen grabbed Yitong and forced her to the corner of the wall. He put one hand on top of her shoulder and his posture was ambiguous. His dark green pupils made it hard for others to guess what he was thinking.

"You are afraid of me." It was not a question, but a statement. No one could hear the sadness and joy.

Yitong was terrified and apologized repeatedly, "Sorry, Young Master, I am just..." But she could not explain it, because it was true that she was afraid.

"Enough, go out." Yem Luochen seemed to have lost all interest. He turned around and returned to the window and fell into deep thought.

Yitong whispered, "Master, you should rest early." She left as if she was running away.

After closing the door, Yitong leaned against the door and broke out in cold sweat. She took a deep breath and her tears fell unconsciously. She felt wronged. It was a nightmare for her to see Yem Luochen every night. She had no idea how he treated her. He only knew that torturing her was his fun. She had followed him for six years, but she still could not understand his temperament.

Yitong wiped the tears on her face and tidied her clothes. She walked back to her room. Unknowingly, it had been six years. Counting this, it had been six years since her parents left her. In these six years, it was the Yem family that allowed her to eat and wear without worry. They even let her go to school in exchange. She learned karate and Taekwondo to protect the only son of the Yem family - Yem Luochen.

Her father, Mo Chengbang, was the driver of Yem family. He had always been loyal to his duty, but when Yitong was 13 years old, for some reason... He suddenly got drunk and drove, causing a car accident and dying on the spot. On the same day, her mother disappeared with her brother for no reason and left her alone to face the cruel reality. That year, the only son of the Yem family, Yem Luochen, was kidnapped. His whereabouts were unknown. ... Yem Tianrong's heart was burning with anxiety, but at the same time, his sympathy was overflowing. He took Yitong in. He let her be Yem Luochen's bodyguard in the future, because he firmly believed that... His son would definitely come back.

Two years later, Yitong would be fifteen years old, and Yem Luochen would return to the Yem family. His kidnapping case had always been a mystery. In the end, no one mentioned it, as long as he came back safe and sound. The Yem's was such a big company, they could not have no successors.

When Yem Luochen was escorted in, Yitong was cleaning the courtyard. That was the first time she saw Yem Luochen. At that time, she felt that this boy was definitely a source of trouble. She had never seen a boy who could look as pretty as him. The slender frame was unique to youths, unlike those hedonistic sons who mingled with women and branded goods every day. It had an annoying and arrogant aura. His eyes were dark green, and his gaze was deep. It was like a lush forest, and one could not see the depths of it. The outline of a seventeen year old was already very distinct. His eyebrows, which were as sharp as blades, were full of heroic spirit. His eye sockets were slightly sunken, and he had a somewhat exotic style. Under his straight nose was a thin lips that even women would be jealous of. His pale and somewhat sickly skin could vaguely see his green meridians. He must have suffered a lot. But it did not affect his impression of Yitong. It was just four words - red lips, white teeth. That was the only word she could think of to describe Yem Luochen's good looks at that time.

As if he could feel Yitong's naked gaze, Yem Luochen looked at her through the crowd. Yitong seemed to have been hit by an icicle, and her whole body trembled. A chill rose in her heart for no reason. In the blink of an eye, the seventeen-year-old boy smiled gently at others. It was as if that sneer had never existed. After that, she realized that her feelings at that time were not wrong.

Yitong sighed. Forget it. Speaking of which, he did not do many malicious things. It was just that sometimes it made her feel helpless. Yitong laughed self-deprecatingly. She did not have high expectations of life. As long as she could live, that was good. At that time, she had the mentality of giving it a try to find Yem Luochen. She wanted him to agree to her request to enter university. She had thought that he would definitely not agree. Unexpectedly, in the end... She actually went straight to the University Department of Shang De. Just this point, she had always been grateful.

Lying on the bed, Yitong tiredly closed her eyes. There were many things to do in the school, and she was also the president of the student union. She was so tired that she almost laid down. Besides, there was still Yem Luochen at home waiting to torture her. Therefore, sleeping was a luxury for her. She had to grasp it well.

After Yitong left, Yem Luochen slightly lowered his eyes. Her fear made him inexplicably uncomfortable. But thinking about it, this was also what he should do, right? His bullying towards her had already reached such a degree. How could he hope that she would have a different feeling towards him?

When he was seventeen, he saw her cleaning up in the courtyard. She was wearing simple work clothes, and her petite body couldn't even support her large clothes. However, she dared to stare directly at him without hiding anything. The energy contained in those brown eyes made him tremble, as if he had never seen darkness before. Those eyes were always bright and clear. At the age of fifteen, she was like a rose that had yet to fully bloom, emitting a faint fragrance. Girls of the same age were already discussing what perfume was the best and what clothes were the best to show off their exquisite figure. She was still wearing a wide T-shirt and blue jeans. She shuttled back and forth like a human in Noble High School. At that time, her appearance was not outstanding, and could even be described as plain. However, her pair of brown eyes remained clear and bright, like a pool of spring water.

Yem Luochen did not expect that the person who had been casually thrown into the crowd would now be like an ugly duckling that had turned into a white swan. It became dazzling. He did not know why he wanted to bully Yitong so badly. He would feel happy when he saw her flustered. Perhaps it was because he hated everything that had something to do with sunlight. That humiliating history had covered his heart with a thick layer of dust. So, he also wanted to find someone to accompany him to hell.

And that person was Yitong.