Late at night,

It didn't disturb much of the silent night of Merlot Park.

Even the porter who opened the door was only slightly surprised, and went back to dozing.

Not much sleep was disturbed.

The red cage in the corridor was blown by the evening breeze, and the halo of light that shone on a silver-haired girl who was walking quickly.

The closer it is to the depths of Merlot Garden, the small courtyard of Meilin where Ouyang Rong lives.

Ye Weilai felt more at ease.

But she couldn't wait to hurry, but she walked slower and slower.

Knock knock, knock knock——!

On the other hand, there is a fast-beating heart under the slightly sized chest of the girl.

On the quiet corridor, it was as if it had been magnified a hundredfold, and it resounded in her ears.

When Ye Weilai finally came to the front of Meilin's small courtyard, her heart seemed to be about to jump out of her chest.

There was a timid and weak look on her face, some of which seemed to be more timid in her hometown.

Will the owner be angry?

The maid returned without permission if she was disobedient?

Ye Weilai's steps like a turtle crawling completely stopped.

The pretty figure stood in the shadow of a tree outside the courtyard gate.

It's so late, the owner should have already slept.

Wake him up, will he be angry.

Ye Weilai began to wander back and forth in the mottled shadows of the trees, and from time to time couldn't help but turn her head to look at the darkly lit courtyard in front of her.

The pitch-black courtyard is calm and deep.

Ye Weilai felt like when the master was in front of the desk and didn't speak.

At this moment, there seemed to be a high wall of air in front of her, blocking the girl.

She couldn't lift her feet as if they were filled with lead.

Ye Weilan suddenly took out a red brocade bag with a neck hanging from the neckline, held it with five fingers, and clearly felt the hard outline of the two copper plates in the bag.

Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion surged into the girl's heart.

Her nose was sore, and she suddenly ran forward.

With a "dangling", the courtyard door was pushed open.

The silver-haired girl rushed to the main house like a forest.

She really, really wanted to stay with her owner.

Outside is a strange environment, strange people.

The whole world looks at her like a freak to avoid.

However, these were never the quick knives that really hurt her.

Because since she was a child, Ye Weilai has long suffered from the cold eyes.

What really scared Ye Weilai was the 1 in 10,000 chance of losing his master.

This goes to Nanlong, the mountains are high and the water is long, and the road is long.

Accidents can happen at any time on the road.

Life is impermanent, birth, old age, sickness and death.

Whether it is her, or the owner who stayed in Longcheng County, there is a possibility that an accident will be.

Resulting in a hopeless reunion.

When they were separated, they said they would be reunited in a few months.

However, in this world, how many promises of reunion left before separation can be successfully fulfilled?

On the road these days, she is always cared for by a sense of melancholy that seems to be about to say goodbye to her master forever.

Even if reason tells Ye Weilai that with the master's resourcefulness and the protection of Miss Xie and others, this possibility seems very small.

It's even only one in 10,000.

However, worrying about a loved one's heart never requires rationality.

Because she can't bear the 1 in 10,000 possible consequences.

Ye Weilai came to the front of the main house.

The originally hurried pace suddenly slowed down.

Her movements were the same, lighter

Seems to realize that the owner may be asleep.

In front of the door, Ye Weilai took a deep breath.

Squeak –

With a slight thud, the door to the main house was pushed open.

Ye Weilai tiptoed into the house, turned over and gently closed the door.

Her eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, and she was even more familiar with the house.

But maybe there was some nervousness, and the girl's breathing seemed a little short.

And the sound of a heartbeat.

Ye Weilai's footsteps in front of the door paused, and looked back at the direction of the upper room.

She covered her chest to calm her mood a little, and then walked cautiously towards the bed.

Huh, what does it smell like?

As her breathing gradually stabilized, she couldn't help but shrug her nose in hindsight.

There seemed to be a strong sandalwood fragrance in the room.

Ye Weilai frowned slightly.

Especially when she was still outside the house just now, she rushed into the house, and naturally she was particularly sensitive to the smell in the air.

But at this time.

"Bang-"

In the back room, there was a sudden slight noise.

Someone seems to have touched something.

"Master?"

Ye Weilai was stunned for a moment and blurted out.

"Are you awake?" Tentatively asked.

Immediately, she didn't wait for the person in the back room to answer, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Like a little beast that had been lost for a long time and finally found a home, the silver-haired girl rushed into the back room and threw herself into the arms of the dark shadow on the bed.

"The hosts! It's the slave who is disobedient, didn't go back to his hometown with the eldest lady, and ran back without permission, and the slave is willing to be punished, do you ...... Is it good for you to hit the slave's buttocks, master......"

Ye Weilai's words containing emotions such as sadness, grievance, and coquettishness shook out like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

hugged the warm and familiar chest of the young man on the bed tightly.

Can be fast.

Ye Weilai's sniffing little face was stunned for a moment.

Ouyang Rong's breathing was still regular and rhythmic.

"Lord...... Master? ”

Doesn't seem to be awake.

Ye Weilai reacted, let go of her arms in a daze, and looked left and right.

It was just a sound.

Ye Weilan suddenly reached out and touched the sheet under her near the outer edge of the bed.

An unfamiliar warm current that did not belong to her poured from the sheets into the palm of her hand.

Didn't the master only sleep in the bed, how could this place be warm?

Could it be that the owner has just sleepwalked and turned over and slept here?

In the darkness, the silver-haired girl couldn't help frowning, let go and turned over, wanting to get out of bed and light the lamp.

Then.

"Wei ...... Wei Lai ......"

Beside her, the wrapped young man who was being held by her muttered.

Ye Wei was stunned and turned around to explain, "Is the master awake?" Slave ......"

But in the next second, her mouth was gagged.

The sleepy-eyed Ouyang Rong rubbed his eyes, gently and lazily hugged Ye Weilai into his arms, and the two shrank into the warm quilt together.

Ouyang Rong was confused: "Don't ...... Don't kick the quilt...... Don't cry......"

Ye Weilai: "......"

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to be awake, still sleepy, and even confused.

didn't even react when Ye Weilai returned.

Plausible...... As a dream?

Ye Weilai was wrapped in the master's strong and warm manly aura at the moment, and couldn't help but sigh, a little speechless.

Ouyang Rong domineeringly hugged the strong arm in her hip and waist area, so that she didn't have the heart to pay attention to the strange sound just now for a while.

But immediately, Ye Weilai's face flushed and was stunned again.

Her somewhat hot face took the initiative to rub against Ouyang Rong's chest somewhere.

Hey, why is the lining on the master's chest damp? This is the owner drooling while sleeping, but shouldn't the drooling flow on the pillow, how can it flow to the chest? What is this sleeping position?

Or was it the tears that she inadvertently wiped when she rushed in to hug her master, but did she have so many tears just now......

Ye Weilai tried to remember, tried to think.

But gradually, she felt a little heavy in her eyelids when she was hugged by Ouyang Rong, her eyelids opened and closed for a while, and there was some fighting.

It was as if consciousness was slowly sinking into a marshmallow-like cloud.

In the faint sandalwood in the house and the manly breath on Ouyang Rong's body.

Ye Weilai closed her eyes in a daze.

It seems to have been hooked out of the deepest sleep.

The last bit of consciousness of the girl is......

Well, it's pitch black, how does the master know that she's crying?

Inside the main house, the silence returned to before.

It's just that at this moment, there were two more regular sleeping breaths.

Sometime.

"......"

On the side of the bed in the dark room, I don't know which place, there was a faint sigh of a strange woman.

And under the moonlit bed, there are faintly three pairs of shoes.

In addition to Ouyang Rong and Ye Weilai's shoes, there is also a pair of extra embroidered shoes.

After a while, one of the embroidered shoes disappeared.

The night was still quiet.

It's just that as the sky is about to brighten, the sandalwood in the house gradually fades.

……

Early morning.

There were insects chirping and birds chirping in the yard.

Before Ouyang Rong could open his eyes, he noticed that something was wrong.

What's this thing in your arms?

Subconsciously, he carefully stroked up and down his hands.

Then he opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly came to his senses.

Ouyang Rong lifted the quilt and stared at the sleeping girl with a small face who suddenly appeared in his arms.

However, after seeing the girl's silver hair and familiar appearance, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't Ah Qing and other women.

However, Ouyang Rong's tone was still a little unbelievable:

"Vilai? You...... Why are you here? ”

It seemed that the snow-white skin was a little cool when exposed to the air, Ye Weilai reached out behind her sleepily and wanted to pull the futon and sleep, but failed.

The silver-haired girl who was tortured by lifting the quilt suddenly opened a lot of sleepy eyes, and she looked up and looked around, like a groundhog probing from a hole in a daze, rubbing her sleepy eyes and muttering:

"The host...... You're awake, what...... What time has it been? ”

Ouyang Rong was speechless for a while, and his brows gradually furrowed seriously.

Ye Weilai in front of her was disheveled, with a lot of fair and dazzling skin on her waist, legs, and buttocks, her old shoulders were hugely smooth, her pink face was red, and her starry eyes were hazy......

Seeing the clumsy appearance of the white-haired maid who had just woken up from sleep, he had no choice but to reach out, pull the quilt, and cover her.

At present, Ye Weilai's sudden return also made Ouyang Rong lose his interest in doing morning exercises to exercise his body.

In fact, for the scene in front of you

He also vaguely guessed something in his heart.

Ouyang Rong wrapped the white-haired maid in the quilt and sat up.

The two faced each other, Ouyang Rong sat on the bed, and Ye Weilai knelt lazily on him.

The blue-white futon wrapped Ye Weilai's delicate body, revealing only a pitiful little head with scattered green silk.

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 gradually serious face.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Ouyang Rong asked with a straight face.

Ye Weilai shrank her head.

The courage to go out when she returned last night seemed to be hiding with her, and now she couldn't find it.

"Master, slave is wrong......"

"Don't be obedient, just say it, I'm listening."

Ouyang Rong pressed Ye Wei's smooth little hand that seemed to stretch out under him, stuffed it into the quilt, and straightened her pitiful little head, he said very uprightly.

“……”

Ye Weilai had no doubt that if the reason she told was not good, the master would immediately carry her away with the futon and throw it directly on the street outside.

Seeing Ouyang Rong's face gradually sank, Ye Weilai hurriedly explained all the things she had done along the way.

In front of him, the silver-haired girl did not dare to hide anything at all.

At the end, she looked up at Ouyang Rong with her little face up, and a few strands of silver-white soft hair stuck between the two lightly opened pink lips, and did not forget to add:

"Master, the slave had a dream, and when the slave and the eldest lady Nanlong came back to worship the ancestors, you disappeared, and we couldn't find you......"

The girl's voice trembled and weakened.

It's like a little beast that has been thrown out of a hole by its parents and is wailing pitifully.

Ouyang Rong listened silently, as if avoiding her eyes, and turned his head to look at the empty room outside the bed.

I wanted to be harsh and swallowed it quietly.

There was no sound for a while.

I don't know why.

Most of the anger in his stomach after getting up was extinguished by Ye Weilai's gray-blue eyes with faint tears.

Ye Weilai's little hand stretched out from the quilt again, timidly grabbed the corner of Ouyang Rong's clothes, and her voice was soft and soft: "Master......"

"Go back and clean up and get up first!"

Ouyang Rong glared at her and shook his head.

"Yay!"

Ye Weilai hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and straightened the skirt on her slender and delicate body in front of the bed.

She skillfully took Ouyang Rong's robe and waited for Ouyang Rong to dress.

Seeing the white-haired maid's happy face, Ouyang Rong shook his head speechlessly, and also turned over and got out of bed.

Ye Weilai stood in front of Ouyang Rong, very close, and after putting on his long robe, she wrapped her hands around her waist and tied her belt.

Ye Weilai suddenly hugged Ouyang Rong, tried to stand on tiptoe, and pecked his pink lips on his mouth several times.

"What are you doing? I didn't brush my teeth. Ouyang Rong, who was sneak attacked, leaned back speechlessly.

Ye Weilai shook her head, her little face stubborn:

A-Niang said that for the person you like, you should boldly hug him and kiss him...... The taste of the master, the slaves all like it, so fond of it, so fond of it......"

Ouyang Rong: "......"

Sure enough, Gentle Township is a hero's mound.

Feeling the temperature transmitted by the living person in his arms, Ouyang Rong's face flashed with a moment of hesitation and hesitation.

Ouyang Rong, who was happily hugged by Ye Weilai, turned his head silently and looked in the direction of Yilanxuan in Sufu outside the window.

He remembered the matter of the little junior sister again......

Maybe it's because after a few days of absence, the white-haired maid is particularly sticky, like a kraft candy.

The two of them in the early morning were warm for a while before Shi Shiran separated.

Recently, he has been busy with the affairs of the Liu family, and today Ouyang Rong is not in a hurry to go to Longcheng County too early to be on duty.

After washing and dressing, he turned and went to his desk.

Ye Weilai cleaned up the room familiarly.

When passing by the desk, she caught a glimpse of Ouyang Rong writing on the desk, his face was distracted, as if he was practicing calligraphy or something.

But he kept writing the same word.

"Master, what are you doing all the time writing the word 'An'?"

Ouyang Rong didn't raise his head, and said lightly: "Didn't you find this word 'An', it's very interesting?" ”

"Hmm, what's the point?"

"You look at 'Ann' separately, there is a house on the top and a woman on the bottom."

Ouyang Rong stopped his pen and sighed abruptly, his tone meaningful: "There are women in the house, and men are safe." ”

"Hey, it seems to be."

Ye Weilan tapped her chin with her forehand, a little thoughtful look appeared on her little face, and asked:

"So, what about the word 'home'?"

"There are dolphins in the house, so it's a home for eating, drinking, and being happy. It has been said that the sages made words, and it is not groundless. ”

It didn't bother him at all.

"It's really ......" Ye Weilai nodded, and asked curiously with a small face: "What about the word 'banquet'?" ”

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth and came: "...... in the house"

The words are stuck.

Ye Weilai's eyes lit up again: "Hmm, there is also the word 'Yan', what does the master understand?" 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 Weilan stuck out her little tongue, turned her head and went to the bed to make the bed and fold the quilt; Someone also put down the pen, and suddenly there was no interest in writing.

At a certain moment, the back movement of the silver-haired girl with her hips crossed on the bed suddenly stopped.

She pulled a long black hair from the pillow with two fingers.

Longer than the owner's hair.

"Master, the slave is not there, who is cleaning up the room." Ye Weilai asked suddenly.

"Ah Qing." Ouyang Rong said casually.

"Oh...... Master, how is your relationship with Little Lady Xie now, have you brought her to our bed before? ”

“？？？”

Ouyang Rong was speechless and said, "What kind of question are you asking?" How many times have I said it, we are a normal brother and sister relationship. ”

"Got it."

Ye Weilai frowned slightly:

"Does A-Qing have such long hair...... Who is this for? ”

She murmured in her heart, and then, as if she remembered something from last night, her eyelids drooped slightly.

Ouyang Rong looked at him curiously: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay. ”

A small white hand quietly tucked a long black and shiny hair into his sleeve......