The table on the soft couch shook, and the water in the teacup splashed out, making it cool.
The man's footsteps echoed in every corner of the dormitory, which seemed strange.
Contrary to Yu Miaomiao's guess, the voice of the visitor was that of a woman: "Ning Cai is a slave."
Her voice was rough, and the dim light that penetrated through the gap in the window reflected her body, revealing a familiar face.
The original owner's personal maid——Chunwen.
"It turns out to be Chunwen. It's so late. What's wrong?"
Haruwen has actually disappeared for a long time, and even the belongings around him were swept away. That's why the original owner had such a miserable life on weekdays. If he comes back suddenly this time, there must be nothing good for him.
So it was really unnecessary for her to ask. Every second you die too late counts as a second.
"It's been a long time since I saw you, talented person. I wonder if you still remember me, slave? You must also remember the past things." A smile appeared on Chunwen's harmless face, and the shadows on his plump cheeks looked a little strange.
She continued: "In fact, I have never dared to forget Cai Ren. Didn't I hear that Cai Ren was about to die? So I hurriedly came to see Cai Ren off. I want you to have a peaceful journey, not because of the past. Let’s worry about other people’s affairs.”
After saying this, Chunwen opened his arms and pounced. Unexpectedly, Yu Miaomiao had been prepared. Not only did she miss him, but she was also kicked in the face by an embroidered shoe, and her nose instantly started to bleed.
Chunwen covered his nose and managed to steady himself.
Although Chunwen was staggering, Yu Miaomiao couldn't get out because people were blocking the bed.
Yu Miaomiao hid in a soft corner. Seeing that Chunwen had a nosebleed, she spread her hands and explained innocently:
"I didn't mean to hit you. I didn't want to hit anyone, but you did it first."
Chunwen sneered, came up and grabbed her arm, as hard as a tiger's claw.
Yu Miaomiao's arms were instantly filled with blood, and her whole body was pulled from its limp body.
Fortunately, while she was talking just now, Yu Miaomiao touched the tea set on the table. The moment Chun Wen pulled her, Yu Miaomiao reached out and dropped the tea set.
The broken pieces of porcelain fell to the ground with a "clatter".
One of her hands was held by Chunwen, and the other hand was holding on the ground to prevent her from falling worse. She gasped and quickly recovered:
This damn girl couldn't use up all her strength. Chunwen was definitely the strongest maid Yu Miaomiao had ever seen. It was a pity to be a personal maid next to the original owner. No wonder she wanted to change jobs.
The ground was densely covered with debris, and she felt a stinging pain in her hand. She knew without looking that her hand had been scratched many times, and there were many foreign objects embedded in it.
In times of life and death, human resilience is infinite.
Yu Miaomiao endured the pain, grabbed the largest piece of broken porcelain on the ground, and slashed it hard on Chunwen's neck!
Yu Miaomiao felt a warmth flow on her arm.
Chunwen subconsciously covered his neck and let go of Yu Miaomiao.
Before Chun Wen could react, Yu Miaomiao hurriedly climbed up in embarrassment, almost tripping over her skirt, and ran out carrying her heavy dress!
She had to run for her life quickly! You should be able to save yourself once you go out to a crowded place! It’s just this ancient skirt that is really troublesome, and I can’t even escape properly, it’s like doing weight-bearing exercises.
Although she seemed to have a slight advantage now, Chunwen's physical fitness was much better than hers, and she quickly realized it.
Sure enough, after Chunwen had calmed down for a long time, he chased after him with a grin on his face: "Don't run!"
Yu Miaomiao tried her best and ran towards the door without looking back! You have to kill me. If I don’t run away, I will be your grandson!
Not long after running, she felt that her lower right abdomen had reached its limit and was about to burst! At this time, she really regretted not exercising properly. No...this was the body of the original owner.
I regret not exercising properly for the original owner⊙∀⊙......
The shadow behind her chased her faster and faster, like a dog-skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off at all. Chunwen had already grabbed the ribbon tied around her waist!
You can't kiss your daughter, you bastard!
Yu Miaomiao's hand hit the door frame. She could no longer feel the pain. She hurriedly opened the rotten wooden door, but she was caught off guard and bumped into a solid body.
Her hairpins were scattered, and her dark hair poured down like a waterfall. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a warm hand wrapped around her waist and caught her firmly.
It's over.
The person he was *couldn't be Chunwen's accomplice.
A flash of silver light flashed.
"Puff——"
This was the sound of the sword piercing flesh, and the warm blood behind her splashed onto the side of her face.
Yu Miaomiao looked up in embarrassment, and what she saw was a young man holding a sword. The moonlight was cold, and a faint frost enveloped the young man.
His face was chiseled, his brows were gentle and soft, and he was wearing a pure white cloud-patterned gown. He clearly looked like an immortal, but now he looked evil because his cuffs were stained with blood.
He slowly put the sword into its scabbard, and bright red blood flowed down his scabbard.
The sound of the sword being sheathed was very harsh.
The young man's expression was calm and calm, and killing someone didn't seem to be a big deal to him.
