Vol 22 Chapter 891: : They are numb [Guild for subscription]

"Is Miss Leng Yan awake?"

The two maids couldn't tell. Xuezhi didn't expect them. She just took this opportunity to calm down and continue to lead me forward, through the showers of the flower bed, to her bedroom. Slightly sideways, still afraid to look at me, just to make a talking gesture:

"Lengyan is sleeping here tonight, sir."

There is some noise in the room, maybe the white man heard her voice.

At this time, Xuezhi's heart had reached its limit, and his heart was a little fuzzy, in a trance, I saw me come out from behind her, opened the door and came in.

There was a low cry in the room, "Sir."

Then she was interrupted by a scream, and then the voice of struggle and pleading came from the unhidden crack in the door. The snow branch bit her lower lip, her face was red again, and her face turned white again, but her weak mind soon covered everything and broke her. Finally, the maid blinked and rushed. Holding her in the past, another person hid the door under her signal. Rao was like this, the voice came out.

This seemed to be a kind of "help", followed by shortness of breath and groans.

When I think of my former "weak country", I feel a little sober, with a trembling air in my heart, and think of some extremely evil and contemptible words:

Do you want to make up?

When I saw a good man once, it was ridiculous to think that he must meet a good man!

She instinctively stretched out her hand, "touched" the door, hung it down again, and said to the two maids with a bitter smile: "Wait here, I will spend the night in your room tonight."

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The maid dared not look up at her and answered timidly.

Snow Branch sighed, walked to the ear chamber where the maid lived, faded the soaked clothes, and didn't care about anything else. He went to bed and fell asleep dizzy.

When her heart was about to collapse, she slept very shallowly, waking up three or four times a night, trapped by her own pure repairs, and heard the sound of the house every time. At first, shame, anger and anxiety coexisted, but then they became numb and just thought:

Yes, the white clothes are still alive!

So "lost" until dawn, the rain stopped, there was a sound of rest, and she really fell asleep. But not long ago, she walked into the room quietly, sent clean clothes to the maid, and woke her up.

Xuezhi understood that he couldn't rest anymore, so under the service of the maid, he slowly got dressed and asked about the situation there.

"Neither Mr. Yu nor the cold cigarette "woman" stood up."

Upon hearing these words, Xuezhi breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, with a little makeup, at least on the surface of her "Mrs. Xue" appearance, and then went out. Last night, the upper house was in a mess. The French army was inexplicably damaged. She had to arrange her own repair work. Of course, the main purpose is to avoid the present, she will never deal with me again.

However, when she walked out the door, there was a noise, and my tall and thin figure opened the door.

The heart of learning groaned, and there was an urge to turn around immediately, but in the end he still had to move forward and salute and say hello.

At this time, the sky was slightly bleak, the color "color" was much better than last night, and the flesh and blood skin was also "full". Although it was more common and thinner, it no longer looked like a skeleton. The most important thing is that he is no longer as fierce and harsh as last night, just like falling into jail, showing a refreshing breeze on weekdays.

He is fine. Where is the white "color"? ..