The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 721 - 721: Marquis, You Mustn ‘t!

Chapter 721 - 721: Marquis, You Mustn ‘t!

Chapter 721: Marquis, You Mustn ‘t!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Kongjue waited outside the door for a while in the rain.

Only then was the wooden door pulled open with a creak.

Ye Siming was wearing black inner clothes.

His eyes were as cold as the clouds on this cold night.

There was a hint of displeasure in them.

Kongjue looked at him from head to toe. “Why did you take off your clothes?”

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked, “You don’t take off your clothes when you sleep?”

Sleep?!

He was sleeping with Sister Nuo’er?

Kongjue’s eyes widened.

He looked inside.

Ye Siming immediately blocked his gaze.

The youth was a little impatient. “Bald monk, what exactly are you doing here?” Kongjue pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist proclamation.

“Marquis, let me see the princess.”

“She’s asleep. Don’t disturb her.”

As expected, Kongjue was rejected.

Kongjue pursed his lips and said after a long time, “But I’m afraid it’s not good for the Marquis and the princess to be in the same room.”

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“Although Her Highness is still young, there’s still a difference between genders.”

“Then what do you want?”

Kongjue blinked calmly. “Let this poor monk stay in the room. With the three of us together, no one will misunderstand and there won’t be any gossip about Her Highness.”

Ye Siming sneered. “I’ll cut off the tongue of whoever dares to spread gossip.

There’s no need for you to stay.”

He was about to close the door when Kongjue hurriedly pressed down on the door frame. “Marquis!”

“Mmm…” The child lying on the bed inside immediately turned over.

She looked like she was about to wake up.

Ye Siming gritted his teeth, impatience rising in his indifferent eyes.

He lowered his voice and threatened Kongjue, “I can let you in, but there’s nowhere for you to sleep.”

“It’s fine.

What was more important than his sister’s innocence?

Why did Marquis Yongye not know etiquette? He should have found a room for the princess to rest in alone.

Ye Siming said coldly, “She had a tough day today. I don’t want to wake her up from her rest. Otherwise, I’d have beaten you up until you’re looking for your teeth on the ground.”

Faced with his terrifying words, Kongjue tried his best to remain calm and pressed his palms together. “Cultivating the heart is about cultivating one’s character.”

Ye Siming frowned even more.

What is with all those round-about talk? He was as long-winded as that old bald donkey back then.

He moved to the side. “Come in, cut the c.r.a.p.”

Kongjue took the initiative to enter and patted off the raindrops on his body at the door.

His movements were careful and light, afraid that he would wake up the little figure sleeping on the bed.

The child’s fair face was lying on her side on the soft pillow with her soft black hair by her ear. A docile shadow was formed.

It made the child’s sleeping face look even more pure and cute.

Kongjue smiled.

Before he could take a closer look, a cold-faced youth stood in front of him. Ye Siming stared at him. “What are you looking at?”

Kongjue quickly lowered his gaze and pressed his palms together. “Ami…”

“What a?” Ye Siming pushed him and scolded in a low voice, “Go over there and sleep.”

He pointed to a small bamboo couch in the corner.

Kongjue walked over silently.

Just as he sat down, he realized that Ye Siming had put on his clothes and was lying beside Gu Nuo’er!

Kongjue immediately stood up. “Marquis, you mustn’t!”

Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Gu Nuo’er, who was on the bed, still frowned.

Ye Siming felt like gunpowder was exploding in his mind.

Why didn’t he kill this troublesome bald monk during the day?

In order not to wake Gu Nuo’er up, he had no choice but to sit on the footrest and put on a purple fur cloak.

A pair of extremely cold and murderous eyes looked at Kongjue. “Are you satisfied now?”

Kongjue nodded and sat back on the bamboo couch. “Amitabha.”

Ye Siming gritted his teeth.

All the monks in the world were unbearable to wolves..