Xia Lingge looked at him in confusion: "Can't you do it yourself?"
Sicheng was still blushing and said in a coy voice: "This skirt is too thin and tight on me, so it's a little inconvenient..."
The boy's lean body was a head taller than hers. He was wearing a light yellow fluffy dress, but the thin belt around his waist almost cut his body into a gully.
Um……
really.
Xia Lingge took a look at the data needed to make clothes and selected two or three that needed help. The rest he could measure by himself was ignored.
She took the ruler and took two steps forward to wrap it around Si Cheng's waist. This sudden move made Si Cheng's breath hitch. Xia Lingge quickly wrapped the ruler around his waist, but Si Cheng's eyelashes Still blinking wildly.
Xia Lingge didn't notice his expression and concentrated on memorizing the data, then stretched out her fingertips to touch his chest.
"Senior!"
Si Cheng couldn't help but exclaimed, his face turned as red as a ripe apple. His body was trembling and he wanted to step back, but Xia Lingge pulled him back.
"Measuring your bust, why are you running?"
Xia Lingge moved closer to his chest, stretched out her arms to wrap around him, and inadvertently traced his chest with her fingertips. Si Cheng asked Xia Lingge to measure the data for him, just because he wanted to get closer to her, and get closer to her, so that there would be no troublesome people or monsters around her.
but now……
He took a deep breath to calm down the boiling emotions in his heart, which was simply torturing himself.
The data was almost sorted, and the remaining simple ones were left to Sicheng himself.
After both of their data were marked, Si Cheng was about to hand it over to the maid to make clothes, but Xia Lingge stopped him: "Wait a moment."
Sicheng was puzzled: "What are you waiting for?"
Xia Lingge put the small book he used to record data on the table, "Wait... is there anyone else who needs to be recorded?"
Si Cheng was stunned for a moment and then understood something. He glanced at the closed door and nodded in agreement.
Xia Lingge stretched her neck and said, "Okay, there should be nothing going on today. My room...oh no, where is Rias's room?"
Sicheng was a little confused for a moment.
Xia Lingge looked around the room: "Here? What about your room?"
Sicheng still didn't speak.
Xia Lingge's left eyelid twitched: "Here too?"
Si Cheng hesitated for a long time and murmured: "After the Duke's death, Rias and Verena began to bully Cinderella. They kicked her out of her original room, but they all wanted to have the most gorgeous house. Then Mrs. Voss This room will be renovated and turned into a room shared by Rias and Verena."
Xia Lingge looked at him with hesitation: "Then you..."
"I don't!"
Afraid that she would misunderstand something, Si Cheng hurriedly shook his head in denial: "After I became 'Verena', I tried my best to avoid contact with Rias. Every night I found reasons to leave and then found an empty room to make do with, and then returned before everyone woke up. Go to the room, senior..."
Seeing his aggrieved look, Xia Lingge almost stretched out her four fingers and swore to God that he didn't do anything behind her back.
Actually, is there a possibility that she just asked casually.
The night outside the window was so deep that there were no stars at all.
Xia Lingge came to the bed and opened the cotton quilt and lay down. She reached out and loosened the delicate jewelry and small clips that bound her hair, leaving half of the bed. Then she said to Sicheng, "Remember to turn off the light."
Sicheng: "...!"
After a while, the crystal lantern on the roof quietly went out.
Xia Lingge also felt that the bed beside her was sinking slightly, but the slightly erratic breathing was far away from her, as if she was just touching the edge of the bed.
She was already very tired after a fairy tale ending, and fell asleep soon after she calmed down.
'簌簌——'
'簌簌——'
'Click—! '
A small voice came out.
Sicheng opened his eyes in an instant, and then turned sideways to find out what was going on. As soon as he could raise his head, he was suddenly pressed down by a soft hand. The skin that came into contact was as cold as water, but he suddenly became as hot as a flame. .
Against the light, Xia Lingge's eyes were still as bright as moonlight.
She put her index finger to her lips and made a 'silence' gesture.
Sicheng obediently lay back down again.
The voice was still rustling, like a kitten doing bad things, tiptoeing back and forth in the room, as if rummaging for something, and then wrote something on it, "Shuashuashua——".
After finishing everything, he left quietly.
Xia Lingge opened her eyes, took back the hand that had been pressing on Si Cheng's neck, stood up, got out of bed, took out a candle from the bed cabinet and lit it.
"Senior sister..."
"I'll take a look and come back."
The corridor outside the house was pitch black without any light.
Xia Lingge held a candle and walked down the stairs step by step, following the shadows drawn by the candlelight. The kitten-like footsteps had disappeared. She was alert to the surroundings when she suddenly heard an extremely small sound of prayer.
Close to the door on the inside of the garden, I saw Cinderella kneeling in front of a small willow branch with her hands clasped together:
"Mother, if you have a soul in heaven, please help me get my wish and be able to attend the prince's ball."
"I don't ask for the position of princess, I just want to see what the grandest ball in the capital is like. Mother, you love and protect me so much, and you will definitely protect me, right?"
"This is today's dew. I hope this seedling will carry my expectations and hopes and pass them on to you. Mother... I miss you so much..."
As she spoke, Cinderella covered her face and choked.
Xia Lingge looked at her quietly until she wiped away her tears and stood up to leave, then she looked back and returned to the house.
The light in the bedroom was only turned on a small amount.
Sicheng did not sleep, but looked at the booklet that had previously recorded the data. Seeing that she came back safely, his anxious heart immediately eased. He handed the booklet to Xia Lingge: "Senior sister, look here."
Xia Lingge looked through the light and saw that there were a few more rows of numbers under the original string of data.
"It's Cinderella."
Xia Lingge said it categorically.
"She?" Si Cheng was a little confused. "Why would she do this? In the story, Cinderella would get help from the fairy godmother and get a dress and glass slippers. Now she is making clothes secretly. There is no need at all."
"She didn't know what kind of fairy godmother she would meet." Xia Lingge closed the book. "And you have been in Cinderella's world for so long, have you experienced any magic?"
Sicheng shook his head hesitantly: "No."
Xia Lingge said: "So we should be cautious. This story is different from the fairy tales we know. If there is no so-called fairy godmother and Cinderella cannot attend the ball, this story will basically be over."
(End of chapter)
