The embroiderer looked at it for a while.

"Master...Master...don't leave...don't leave this slave behind..."

Not long after, the white-haired maid murmured between her lips, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes rolled under her eyelids, as if she was having a strange dream.

The white-haired maid turned slightly sideways, with her back to the embroiderer, and hugged Ouyang Rong's arm.

It’s the standard gesture of wiping saliva again.

After looking at the master and servant on the bed silently for a while, Xiu Niang withdrew her gaze, turned and left the bed.

Not long after, there was a slight "click" sound from the direction of the door, followed immediately by another "squeak" sound, as if it was closed again.

Silence returned to the house.

Only the faint scent of sandalwood lingers around the bed.

I don't know how much time passed.

The air inside the house is still quiet.

It's like no one has ever been here.

There were only two regular breathing sounds of a young man and a girl inside the bed.

until……

"Huh~ It's so dangerous... so dangerous."

There was an inaudible sound of relief beside the bed that he tried to suppress.

I saw that Ye Weilai, who was holding Ouyang Rong's arm sideways, with his back to the door, had opened his eyes at some point.

Ye Weila's mouth and nose poked out from under the quilt.

Just like a blue whale that has just returned from the deep sea and poked its head out of the sea, breathing heavily.

However, while she was breathing, she was still trying to suppress the frequency, as if she was afraid of disturbing a distant being back.

And if you look closely at this moment, you can clearly see that the girl's pink lips, nose and other places have a sheen of water stains, which is a bit wet.

The field of view moves further down.

I saw a small hand holding a pile of crumpled wet towels under the quilt.

Sure enough!

Ye Weilai frowned, her nose moved slightly, and she took a few breaths of the sandalwood in the air. When she regained her breath, she quickly covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel.

The intuition is correct!

In the darkness, Ye Weilai covered her mouth with a wet towel, sat up, and opened her blue eyes wide. She couldn't help but turn her head and look in the direction of the door she had left, shouting in her heart.

In fact, Ye Weilai had noticed something was wrong a long time ago. Every day when she went to bed with her master, she would always find something strange when she got up. In the past, she didn't think anything of it once or twice.

But ever since she returned from overseas and returned from a surprise attack in the middle of the night, she had clearly discovered signs that outsiders had been there.

He should be the owner of that strange long hair.

There was also the faint remnant of sandalwood that I smelled in the air before.

In the past few days, the more Ye Weilai thought about it, the more she felt that this was most likely an intoxicating fragrance that made people sleepy.

So tonight she specially prepared wet towels and other items, placed them under the quilt to cover her mouth and nose, and stayed up late at night.

As a result, just when Ye Weilai was about to fight, she finally heard the strange sandalwood and the movement of the stranger.

At this moment, looking at the quietly closed door outside, Ye Weilai breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat on her white forehead with the back of her little hand.

The dark shadow in front of the bed just stared at her for a long time, almost seeing through her.

At that moment, Ye Weilai felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she almost couldn't hold on and opened her eyes.

Fortunately, she had an idea at that time and used the dead horse as a living horse doctor, and finally got through...

On the bed in the darkness, the white-haired maid's crumpled nightgown was heaving violently, and her small breasts, which had first appeared in spring, were gradually calming down.

Her little hand under the quilt reached towards the sheets beside her and touched something cold.

That little lady Xie’s skirt knife.

Ye Weilai felt a little more at ease, turned her head and looked at the young man who was still sleeping in the bed next to her.

There was some hesitation on the girl's face.

He seems to be thinking about how to deal with the next thing.

The reason why she chose to verify it on her own after she had doubts before, instead of telling the owner immediately.

It's because Ye Weilai didn't expect that the truth was even more outrageous than she imagined.

To be honest, Ye Weilai originally thought...this might be the master having a tryst with a special woman late at night or something. The woman has a special status and it is not convenient for her to know. Or, the master and the others have some special hobbies and tastes. Mixiang is

Used on her.

So, if it is really the master's secret, what can she, the personal maid, do?

Of course, it's not convenient to take the initiative to break it, so you can just pretend to be stupid. It's just that she is a little disappointed that the owner doesn't let her play with her, and she can't help but be curious like a cat.

But now it seems that she was wrong and the master was also kept in the dark.

Just what is this late night visitor doing?

Sent by the master's enemies?

But the Liu family is almost bankrupt, and Mr. Liu is dead, so where is the opponent?

Besides, from the looks of it, this late-night visitor doesn't seem to want to harm them.

Otherwise, there have been so many opportunities before, why not take advantage?

Who he is, I wish I had known who he was just by taking a quick look...

Ye Weilai covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel and took another deep breath. The bangs on her forehead hung low. She thought for a while, and the hesitation on her face gradually disappeared.

Ye Weilai reached out her hand towards Ouyang Rong, who was sleeping. At this time, as if she had a tacit understanding, she suddenly turned back and immediately met a complicated gaze.

Ye Weilai's expression was as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

"ah!"

Her eyes widened and she saw a woman standing quietly in front of the bed, only three meters away, staring at her.

He went and came back again.

Ye Weilai's eyes widened, she jumped up, immediately grabbed the left hand of the sleeping young man beside her, and stuffed the handle of the skirt knife into his warm palm.

Then, he reached out and pulled out a long silver sword from the wooden frame in front of the bed.

The sword trembled with a "zheng" sound.

"Whoever you are, are not allowed to harm my master!"

On the bed, Ye Weilai stood up from her knees, holding the hilt of the sword with her two small hands.

Her petite body stood in front of Ouyang Rong, not giving an inch, and the moonlight sword in her hand pointed directly at a slender black shadow in front of her.

The atmosphere inside and outside the bed seemed tense.

"ah……"

The slender black shadow seemed to open its mouth and wanted to say something, but only a single syllable came out.

Why does it sound a little familiar?

Ye Weilai, who raised her eyebrows and held the sword, frowned even more, but at the same time, she didn't waste a moment. She quietly pulled out a hand and reached out, grabbed Ouyang Rong's arm under the quilt and shook it.

But at this moment, the slender black shadow in front of him took the initiative to take a step back.

"Ah wu... wu..."

The white-haired girl saw that the slender black figure in front of her was waving his hands vigorously towards her, more like pleading than stopping her.

Ye Weilai's face was slightly startled, but at this time, her eyes had completely adapted to the darkness, and the position where this slender black shadow retreated was in the moonlight leaking in through the cracks in the window.

Dappled moonlight shone on her body.

Ye Weilai immediately saw clearly the pleading face of this late-night visitor.

Her face was stunned, and she stopped shaking Ouyang Rong's arm.

"Xiu...Xiu Niang?"

In the dark room, the atmosphere was silent.

The mute girl bathed in the moonlight and the white-haired maid holding a sword facing each other remained motionless and looked at each other silently.

On the bed, a certain young man whose arm was shaken not long ago seemed to mumble, turned over, and continued to sleep.

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Chapter completed!