Late night visitors,
The quiet night of Meiluyuan was not disturbed much.
Even the concierge who opened the door was only slightly surprised before going back to doze off.
Not many sleeps were disturbed.
The red cage in the corridor was fluttered by the evening breeze, and the light shone on the body of a silver-haired girl who was walking quickly.
The closer you get to the depths of Meilu Garden, the Meilin courtyard where Ouyang Rong lives.
Ye Weilai felt more at ease.
But her pace, which had been impatient, became slower and slower.
Dong Dong, Dong Dong——!
In contrast, there was a rapidly beating heart under the girl's slightly slender breasts.
In the quiet corridor, it sounded like it was magnified a hundred times, ringing in her ears.
When Ye Weilai finally arrived in front of the Meilin courtyard, her heart seemed to be about to jump out of her chest.
There was a timid and weak look on her face, as if she was even more timid when she was close to home.
Will the owner be angry?
The maid disobeyed and came back without permission?
Ye Weilai's gait, which was already crawling like a turtle, completely stopped.
The pretty figure stood in the shadow of a tree outside the courtyard gate.
It's so late, the master should have gone to bed.
Will he be angry if he wakes up?
Ye Weilai began to wander back and forth in the shadow of the mottled trees, and from time to time couldn't help but turn her head to look at the dark yard in front of her.
The dark courtyard is calm and deep.
Ye Weilai felt like the master was doing it when he lowered his eyes and said nothing in front of the desk.
At this moment, there seemed to be a high wall of air in front of her, blocking the girl.
Her feet seemed to be filled with lead and she couldn't lift them up.
Ye Weilai suddenly took out a red brocade bag hanging around her neck from her collar, held it with her five fingers, and clearly felt the hard outlines of the two copper plates in the bag.
Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion surged into the girl's heart.
Her nose felt sore and she suddenly ran forward without thinking about herself.
With a "shaking" sound, the courtyard door opened.
The silver-haired girl rushed to the main house like a swallow in the forest.
She really, really wants to stay with her master.
It's a strange environment and strange people outside.
The whole world regarded her as a freak to be avoided.
But these were never the sharp knives that really hurt her.
Since she was a child, Ye Weilai has long been treated with cold looks.
What really scares Ye Weilai is the one in ten thousand possibility of losing his master.
The journey to Nanlong is long with high mountains and long rivers.
Accidents can happen at any time on the road.
Life is impermanent, birth, old age, illness and death.
Either she or the master who stayed in Longcheng County might encounter an accident.
It makes getting together hopeless.
When they parted, they said they would be reunited in a few months.
However, in this world, how many promises of reunion left before parting can be successfully fulfilled?
On the road these days, she was always troubled by a feeling of sadness, as if she was about to say goodbye to her master forever.
Even if reason told Ye Weilai, with the master's resourcefulness and the protection of Miss Xie and others, the possibility seemed very small.
Even only one in ten thousand.
But panic and worry about a loved one never needs to be rational.
Because she couldn't bear the consequences of that one ten thousandth chance of happening.
Ye Weilai came to the main house.
The originally hurried steps suddenly slowed down.
Her movements were also gentler.
He seemed to realize that the owner might be sleeping.
In front of the door, Ye Weilai took a deep breath.
Squeak——
With a slight sound, the door of the main room opened.
Ye Weilai tiptoed into the house, turned over and closed the door gently.
Her eyes had long since adapted to the darkness, and she was extremely familiar with the house.
But maybe she was a little nervous, the girl's breathing seemed a little rapid.
There is also a heartbeat.
Ye Weilai paused in front of the door and looked back in the direction of the inner room.
She covered her chest to calm down, and then walked cautiously towards the bed.
Hey, what does this smell like?
As her breathing gradually calmed down, she couldn't help but hunch her nose in hindsight.
The room seemed to be filled with a strong sandalwood fragrance.
Ye Weilai frowned slightly.
Especially since she was outside the house just now and entered the house rashly, she was naturally particularly sensitive to the smell in the air.
But this time.
"boom--"
Suddenly there was a slight sound in the back room.
It seemed like someone had touched something.
"Owner?"
Ye Weilai was suddenly startled and blurted out.
"Are you awake?" Tentative asked.
Immediately, without waiting for the people in the back room to answer, tears burst into her eyes.
Like a little beast that had been lost for a long time and finally found its home, the silver-haired girl rushed into the back room and threw herself into the arms of the black shadow on the bed regardless.
"Master! The slave is disobedient. He did not go back to his hometown with the lady and ran back without permission. The slave is willing to be punished. You... can you spank the slave's buttocks? Master..."
Ye Weilai's words containing emotions such as sadness, grievance, and coquettishness were shaken out like beans poured from a bamboo tube.
He hugged the young man's warm and familiar chest tightly on the bed.
But very quickly.
Ye Weilai's sniffling face was stunned for a moment.
Ouyang Rong's breathing was still regular and rhythmic.
"Master...master?"
Doesn't seem to wake up.
Ye Weilai reacted, let go of his arms in a daze, and looked around.
What was that noise just now?
Ye Weilai suddenly reached out and touched the sheets under her body near the outer edge of the bed.
A strange warmth that did not belong to her flowed from the sheets into the palm of her hand.
Doesn’t the master only sleep in the bed? Why is this place warm?
Could it be that the owner just sleepwalked and slept here?
In the darkness, the silver-haired girl couldn't help but frown, let go and turned over, trying to get out of bed to light a lamp.
At this time.
"Wei...Wei Lai..."
Beside her, the young man who was being hugged by her muttered something.
Ye Weilai paused and turned around to explain, "Master, are you awake? Slave..."
But the next second, her mouth was blocked.
The sleepy Ouyang Rong rubbed his eyes, gently and lazily hugged Ye Weilai into his arms, and the two of them retreated into the warm quilt together.
Ouyang Rong muttered in his sleep: "Don't...don't kick the quilt...don't cry..."
Ye Weilai: "..."
Ouyang Rong didn't seem to wake up, he was still sleepy and even confused.
He didn't even notice that Ye Weilai had returned.
It seems...as a dream?
At this moment, Ye Weilai was enveloped by the strong and warm masculine scent of her master, and she couldn't help but gasp, a little speechless.
Ouyang Rong held her strong arms around her hips and waist domineeringly, so that she had no time to care about the strange noise just now.
But immediately, Ye Weilai's face turned red and she was startled again.
Her somewhat hot face took the initiative to rub somewhere on Ouyang Rong's chest.
Hey, why is the material of the inner shirt on the master's chest so wet? This is because the owner is drooling while sleeping, but shouldn't the drool be on the pillow? How could it end up on the chest? What sleeping position is this?
Or were they the tears she inadvertently wiped away when she rushed in and hugged her master, but did she have so many tears just now...
Ye Weilai tried to remember and think.
But gradually, being held in Ouyang Rong's arms, she felt that her eyelids were a little heavy, and her eyelids were opening and closing for a while, and they were fighting.
Consciousness is like slowly sinking into a marshmallow-like cloud.
In the light sandalwood in the house and the masculine scent of Ouyang Rong.
Ye Weilai closed her eyes in confusion.
It seemed as if he had been awakened from his deepest sleep.
The girl's last bit of consciousness was...
Well, it was so dark, how could the master know that she was crying?
In the main room, the previous silence returned.
But this moment, there were two more sounds of regular sleeping breathing.
At some point.
"Eh……"
From somewhere beside the bed in the dark room, a strange woman's sigh came faintly.
Under the moonlit bed, there were three pairs of shoes.
In addition to Ouyang Rong and Ye Weila's shoes, there is also a pair of extra embroidered shoes.
After a while, the embroidered shoes disappeared.
The night is still quiet.
But as the sky gets brighter, the sandalwood scent in the house gradually fades away.
…
early morning.
There are sounds of insects and birds chirping in the yard.
Before Ouyang Rong opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong.
What is this thing in your arms?
Subconsciously, he carefully stroked his hands up and down.
Then he opened his eyes suddenly and suddenly woke up.
Ouyang Rong opened the quilt and stared at the peacefully sleeping girl with a small face who suddenly appeared in his arms.
But when he saw the girl's silver hair and familiar appearance, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was not Ah Qing or other women.
However, Ouyang Rong's tone was still a bit strange:
"Weila? You...why are you here?"
It seemed that the snow-white skin was a little cold when exposed to the air. Ye Weilai reached behind her with sleepy eyes, trying to pull off the quilt and sleep, but failed.
The silver-haired girl who was tortured by being lifted from bed suddenly opened her sleepy eyes a lot. She raised her head and looked around, like a groundhog looking out of a hole in confusion. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and muttered:
"Master...you're awake, what...what time is it?"
Ouyang Rong was speechless for a while, and his brows gradually wrinkled seriously.
Ye Weilai's clothes in front of her were messy, with a lot of fair and dazzling skin exposed on her waist, legs and buttocks, her shoulders were extremely smooth, her pink face was red, and her starry eyes were hazy...
Seeing the pitiful and clumsy look of his white-haired maid who had just woken up from sleep, he reached out helplessly, grabbed the quilt, and covered her with it.
Ye Weilai's sudden return now also makes Ouyang Rong lose interest in doing morning exercises.
In fact, regarding the scene before me
He also vaguely guessed something in his heart.
Ouyang Rong wrapped the white-haired maid in a quilt and sat her up.
The two faced each other, Ouyang Rong was sitting on the bed, and Ye Weilai was kneeling lazily on top of him.
The blue-white quilt wrapped Ye Weilai's delicate body, revealing only a pitiful little head with scattered black hair.
However, Ye Weilai, who was woken up, gradually came back to her senses, her face became more serious, her eyes quietly rolled up, and she glanced at the owner's increasingly serious face.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Ouyang Rong asked with a straight face.
Ye Weilai shrank her head.
The courage she mustered up when she returned home last night seemed to be hiding from her, but now she couldn't find him.
"Master, this slave is wrong..."
"Don't be a good boy. Just tell me. I'm listening."
Ouyang Rong held down Ye Weile's smooth little hand that was stretched out from under him like a snake, stuffed it into the bed, straightened her little head with pitiful eyes, and said in a very gentlemanly manner.
"..."
Ye Weilai had no doubt that if the reason she told was not enough, the master would immediately carry her away with the bedding and throw her directly into the street outside.
Seeing Ouyang Rong's face darken, Ye Weilai quickly explained everything that happened to her.
In front of him, the silver-haired girl did not dare to hide anything.
Finally, she raised her little face and looked at Ouyang Rong, with a few strands of soft silver hair stuck between the two lightly parted pink lips, and did not forget to add:
"Master, I had a dream. I dreamed that when I came back from Nanlong to worship my ancestors, you disappeared. We couldn't find you..."
The girl's voice was trembling and weak.
It was like a little beast that was thrown out of the cave by its parents and whined pitifully.
Ouyang Rong listened silently, seemed to avoid her eyes, and turned to look at the empty room outside the bed.
I swallowed the harsh words I originally wanted to say.
There was no sound for a while.
Do not know why.
He was originally angry after getting up, but most of it was extinguished by Ye Weilai's pair of gray-blue eyes that were staring with tears in his eyes.
Ye Weilai stretched out her little hand from the quilt again, timidly grabbed the corner of Ouyang Rong's clothes, and said in a soft voice: "Master..."
"I'll take care of you later, get up first!"
Ouyang Rong glared at her and shook his head.
"Great!"
Ye Weilai quickly opened the quilt and got out of bed, adjusting the skirt on her slender body in front of the bed.
She skillfully took Ouyang Rong's long gown and robe, and happily helped Ouyang Rong get dressed.
Seeing the happy expression on the white-haired maid, Ouyang Rong shook his head speechlessly and got out of bed.
Ye Weilai stood in front of Ouyang Rong, very close to him. After putting a gown on him, she put her hands around his waist and tied his belt.
Ye Weilai suddenly hugged Ouyang Rong, tried to stand on tiptoes, and pecked his mouth several times with her pink lips.
"What are you doing? I didn't brush my teeth." Ouyang Rong, who was attacked by a sneak attack, leaned back speechlessly.
Ye Weilai shook her head with a stubborn face:
"Aniang said that for the person you like, you should boldly hug him and kiss him... All slaves like the smell of the master, like it very much, like it very much..."
Ouyang Rong: "..."
Sure enough, Wenwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes.
Feeling the warmth conveyed by this living person in his arms, Ouyang Rong's face flashed with hesitation for a moment.
Ouyang Rong, who was happily hugged by Ye Weilai, turned his head silently and looked out the window in the direction of Su Mansion Yilanxuan.
He thought about his junior sister again...
Perhaps it was because she had been away for a few days, but the white-haired maid was particularly clingy, like a candy.
The two of them were affectionate for a while in the morning before Shi Shiran separated.
Having been busy with Liu's affairs recently, Ouyang Rong is not in a hurry to go to Longcheng County Yamen too early today.
After washing and dressing, he turned around and went to the desk.
Ye Weilai tidied up the room in a familiar manner.
When passing by the desk, she caught a glimpse of Ouyang Rong writing at the desk with a dazed look on his face, as if he was practicing calligraphy or something.
But he kept writing the same word.
"Master, why do you keep writing the word '安'?"
Ouyang Rong didn't raise his head and said calmly: "Don't you find the word 'an' very interesting?"
"Well, what's the point?"
"If you look at 'Ann' separately, it's a house on the top and a woman on the bottom."
Ouyang Rong stopped writing and sighed sadly, with a meaningful tone: "Only when there are women in the house can men be at peace."
"Hey, it seems so."
Ye Weilai tapped her chin with her hand, a thoughtful look on her face, and asked again:
"Then, what about the word 'home'?"
"There are dolphins and pigs in the house, so it is a home where people can eat, drink and live happily. As we have said, the sages did not create the word out of thin air."
It's not a problem for him at all.
"It's really..." Ye Weilai nodded and asked curiously: "What about the word 'banquet'?"
Ouyang Rong opened his mouth and said: "Japanese in the house..."
Words get stuck.
Ye Weilai's eyes lit up again: "Well, there is also the word 'Yan'. What does the master mean? How did the sages make it?"
"..."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand with a straight face: "Go, go, do your thing, why do you care so much."
Ye Weilai stuck out her tongue and turned to make the quilt on the bed; someone also put down his pen and suddenly lost interest in writing.
At a certain moment, the movement of the back of the silver-haired girl on the bed with her butt raised suddenly stopped.
She twirled a long, beautiful black hair from the pillow with her two fingers.
It's longer than its owner's hair.
"Master, if the slave is not here, who is cleaning the room?" Ye Weilai suddenly asked.
"Ah Qing." Ouyang Rong said casually.
"Oh... Master, how is your relationship with Miss Xie now? Have you brought her to our bed before?"
"???"
Ouyang Rong said speechlessly: "What kind of question are you asking? How many times have I told you that we are a normal senior brother and sister relationship."
"knew."
Ye Weilai frowned slightly:
"Does Ah Qing have such long hair...whose hair does it belong to?"
She murmured in her heart, and then her eyelids drooped slightly as she seemed to remember something from last night.
Ouyang Rong looked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
"No...it's okay."
A white and tender hand quietly put a certain long black hair into his sleeve...
