At dinner, Twilight didn't speak to him, not because he upset her about what he had left behind, but because he ...... She didn't dare to say it, for fear that she would fall into his trap as she spoke.

But she wasn't originally a talker.

Maybe this has something to do with her six years of detention.

There are fewer and fewer people in contact, and naturally there are not many words.

The way she was eating with her head bored, in Zhai Nanzi's eyes, she thought she was angry that she had set up something she had left behind, and she subconsciously didn't speak.

After dinner, Twilight went upstairs, took a shower, and then lay down on the bed, continuing to read the book Sherlock Holmes.

She read the book relatively quickly, and she had almost finished reading the book in a day, and it was nearing the end.

After the last page was finished, Twilight rubbed his eye sockets tiredly.

Then I picked up my phone and looked at the time, 9:05 p.m.

When I first came to this strange environment, I didn't sleep much at dusk, and I slept late.

She got up, intending to put the book back in its original place and look for anything else.

Usually there is nothing to do here, and reading books is the only thing she can use to pass the time.

Rising from the bed, Twilight walked out of the bedroom.

She had found the book in the study at the end of the hallway, which had a lot of books on the shelves.

However, these books are brand new, and they don't seem to have been turned over much.

Walking to the door of the study, the room was quiet.

Twilight turned on the light, and then walked towards the huge bookshelf, returning the book in his hand.

Once settled, she raised her eyes and wandered around the entire bookshelves.

Suddenly, another book title caught her eye - "Sherlock Holmes Detective Collection"

It seems to be a series with the one she just watched?

However, the book was shelved at the top of the shelf, and Twilight was a meter 69 tall, but it was obviously difficult to get the top one.

After enough for a long time, she simply gave up.

Then he turned around and looked around the entire study.

Eventually, my eyes settled on the desk not far away, with a rotating chair on the inside.

There was only one chair in the entire study room that could be moved.

She walked over, pulled it to the bookshelf with the help of the pulley at the bottom of the chair, and stood up herself.

The top layer, in fact, is still clean and spotless.

Twilight took the book and didn't rush down from the swivel chair, but stood on it and flipped through it.

The protagonist in it is still Sherlock Holmes.

But the detective book in her hand seems to be the third part, which means that there is at least the first and second part?

With this in mind, she raised her eyes and continued to search the other two on the shelves.

At the same time, the corridor outside the door.

Zhai Nanci was about to enter the master bedroom with a glass of water.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the light in the study and frowned.

He had turned off the light after his work just now, and now the light in the study was not only on, but the door was also open.

Twisting his eyebrows, he walked slowly to the door of the study.

The curtain is a scene of twilight stepping on a rotating chair to find a book.

The emaciated figure was wrapped in a light pink silk nightdress, revealing a pair of slender jade legs, white as jade.

Twilight was so engrossed in her search for a book that she didn't notice the man standing in the doorway.

Suddenly, a bright red suddenly caught my eye.

Zhai Nanci's gaze froze, and it landed on the lower end of her nightdress, a touch of red.