When I woke up again, it was already two days later.
Xiaoxiao didn't know how she could sleep for so long. She sat up and moved her sore body. When she looked up, she saw the man standing by the window.
The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire room with an ambiguous atmosphere red, and also lengthening and extending his lonely back. He was still wearing an old robe, with no belt around his waist, and he was so detached that he didn't look like a mortal.
"Why am I here?" Xiaoxiao shook her dizzy head, and then she realized that she was actually wearing a new shirt. She reacted slowly and was surprised, "Who helped me change my clothes?!"
In an instant, all the images before she lost consciousness were poured into her mind. She was kidnapped, and then she met three beggars who wanted to rape her in a ruined temple. At the critical moment, Zi Fei appeared in front of her and took action.
Saved her...
After this, she has zero memory.
Xiaoxiao beat her head, "Strange, why can't I remember anything?" She looked around and asked curiously, "Where is this?"
The person standing in front of the window turned around, his calm eyes swept over her indifferently, "It's time to go back."
There was no explanation or answer. Just "go back" made Xiaoxiao completely confused. "Hey, will you die if you say more words?" His expression really drove her crazy.
"However, you should tell me who changed these clothes, right?" Xiaoxiao was still struggling with this issue. Even if he was her savior, she didn't want to be naked by him.
"...the maid here."
"Where is this?"
"..."
"Hey, hey, why aren't you talking again?"
"... Nanfeng Pavilion."
"Nanfeng Pavilion?" Xiaoxiao suddenly thought of something and screamed in surprise, "Brothel? Or... male prostitute?!"
Duan Zifei lowered his eyes and did not want to say anything more.
"Haha!" The sudden terrifying laughter made him startled slightly.
"I didn't expect that I was so lucky. As soon as I came here, I was lucky enough to visit the ancient hutsman's house!"
Xiaoxiao is very happy.
It was impossible to guess where her inexplicable excitement came from, but it was not difficult to see the strange look on Duan Zifei's handsome face.
Xiaoxiao is an optimist. Sad things never stay overnight. She always packs them carefully and sends them to a corner in her heart. She will never let unpleasant memories disturb her happiness.
Stepping out of the room, Xiaoxiao stretched out and did not notice at all the men passing by her, all looking at her strangely. Indeed, it was quite unexpected to see a woman in such a place.
Suddenly, a long gown was thrown over her head, covering her from head to toe.
"Hey! What are you doing? I can't see the road clearly!" Xiaoxiao protested, but her hand was gently held by someone.
She was startled and lowered her head to look at the pale and cold hand.
Duan Zifei held her hand a little stiffly, and deliberately slowed down when walking downstairs. As soon as he walked out of the door, he immediately let go of her hand.
Xiaoxiao took off her long gown, smiled awkwardly, and complained softly, pretending not to care, "It's not easy to come to such a fascinating place, why are you leaving in such a hurry, and I won't let anyone visit."
Duan Zifei ignored her, but at this moment, a snow-white horse came leisurely and stopped in front of him, nuzzling him with its head affectionately.
"Wow! Is this your horse? It's so cute!" Xiaoxiao liked it and wanted to touch it. The white horse glanced at her and turned its head in disgust.