Yang Yumo's words stopped abruptly, and I didn't think about what he wanted to say. It was probably because he was worried. When will I, a maid, be able to make a big shot like him worry about me?
"Just now, this slave was walking on the road and got lost. When he was about to come back, he met an assassin. Uh, by the way, that's a woman's body. I wonder if it's someone I know. When I thought I was doomed, there was an assassin.
The handsome man came out and rescued the slave. He sent his benefactor away, and the slave came back." I recounted my experience truthfully, and seeing Yang Yumo's disbelief on his face, I knew he thought I was talking nonsense.
"I'm fine, slave. I'm a little tired and want to go to bed." After saying that, I broke free from his hand and walked towards the bungalow.
Yang Yumo quickly stood in front of me again and asked dubiously: "Really?"
If he believed me, he wouldn't ask if it was true. If he couldn't believe me, why would he ask me if it was true?
Smiling, I replied: "Fake."
After saying that, I walked around him and headed towards the bungalow. I don't know why, but I was still disappointed, very disappointed.
Yang Yumo's eyes seemed to stay on me. Even if I didn't look back, I still felt it. I don't know what he was thinking. Maybe he was still considering the authenticity of what I just said.
Under everyone's attention, I walked into the house and fell asleep on my bed. I was really tired. Too many things happened in one day, which made me exhausted both physically and mentally.
At this time, I no longer worry that Chun Yuxiao will come looking for me and seek bad luck for me.
The next morning, I woke up early in the morning. After waking up, I was confused for a moment, and I didn't even know where I was. After thinking about it, I quickly jumped out of bed and went to Yumoxuan.
When people have energy, they have hope of survival. I really don’t understand what kind of leopard bile I ate last night to dare to go back to the bungalow and sleep alone.
After all, Chun Yuxiao is a lunatic. If he does something worse than a beast, it is completely normal.
"Compensate—" As soon as I reached the door of Yumoxuan, Wu'er blocked my way.
"My name is Pei Qian, not to compensate." I straightened my expression and corrected her "slip of the tongue." As expected, like a master, like a maid, they actually called me "compensating," which made me feel depressed.
"I like asking you to pay for it. You were so proud last night, do you know?" Wu'er hit me with a pink fist. The force of the blow was not light, and my chest felt faintly painful.