This has been his nature since childhood. Even when he grows up, it has been ingrained in his bones and cannot be changed.
When Lin Feiwan woke up, it was already the morning of the fifth day
After stroking her groggy brain, some vague things began to fade away from Lin Feiwan's brain.
A woman in plain clothes came in and saw Lin Feiwan waking up, so she came in to help Lin Feiwan get up.
Lin Feiwan took a look at the furnishings in the room and remembered that this place seemed to be a dark palace. She didn't know when she fell asleep here.
Thinking of this, Lin Feiwan subconsciously checked her clothes and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that she was neatly dressed.
Why are you relieved when you see that your clothes are intact? Xiao Che said, they are husband and wife, and skin-to-skin contact seems to be the most normal thing.
What's wrong with me? Why do I feel that my behavior and actions cannot be coordinated?
"Who are you……"
Lin Feiwan was sure that she had never seen the maid in front of her before. She was tall and tall, but she kept her head lowered for some reason.
The woman did not speak, but spread out Lin Feiwan's palm and gently wrote two words on it
mute slave
It turns out she is a mute girl
Lin Feiwan stretched out her hand to lift her face, and was suddenly stunned for a moment.
Her eyebrows are indigo, her makeup is as smooth as water, especially her big, watery eyes, she is really beautiful
It’s just that she is used to covering her face with long bangs to cover up her inner inferiority.
Lin Feiwan didn't know whether she was really mute or fake, so she asked, "What time is it now?"
The mute slave still didn't answer, but gently took her hand and wrote two more words
Sishi
Okay, let’s just believe that you are a mute girl, but why is there suddenly such a mute girl around you? Didn’t you have two maids around you before?
After thinking about it, Lin Feiwan still had no clue, so she took the mute slave's hand and wrote two words on it.
Xian'er
The mute slave understood what Lin Feiwan meant and immediately knelt down to thank him.
Lin Feiwan pulled her up and said, "Xian'er, there's no need to be polite. I really think this name really admires you. Do you like it?"
The mute slave couldn't speak, so he held Lin Feiwan's hand and nodded vigorously.
After reaching a simple consensus, Lin Feiwan sat in front of the dressing table, feeling relieved as the mute slave combed her hair into a bun.