Xiaoxuan didn't know how to look at Han Yi'er. She was kind-hearted and walked to Han Yi'er's bed. After a moment of silence, Xiaoxuan spoke: "Yi'er, does your throat hurt?"
Stop caring about yourself so much. Didn't Xiaoxuan see that the conflict between herself and Yun Aotian had intensified? Why did she still get close to him? It was very likely that he would kill her!!
How much did Han Yi'er want to act coquettishly with Xiaoxuan? She told Xiaoxuan that her throat hurt and it was burning, but she had to suppress her inner desire. She shook her head indifferently and turned her back to Xiaoxuan.
The other two maids in the dormitory were furious when they saw Han Yi'er's attitude: "Newcomer, you hurt Xiaoxuan, and now she doesn't blame you, why are you still showing off?"
"Yes, she really deserves to be fed pepper water by the young master. It's better to ask the young master to beat her to death!"
"She took care of me on the first day she came here. No one else was even allowed to enter my room. I really don't know what she is capable of!"
The two maids ridiculed Han Yi'er one by one, but she turned a deaf ear to them all. Only one sentence made her resentful.
Isn't anyone else allowed to enter Master Yun's room? Yun Aotian, who has always hated himself, made it clear when he signed the contract that his first priority was to take care of Master Yun.
What does this mean?
A big question mark formed in Han Yi'er's mind, but she would not ask anyone...
Now she doesn't want to care about anything in this mansion. She just needs to do what she needs to do and live every day indifferently. But...
Oh, would Yun Aotian tell her to live a normal life so easily?
"Stop talking about Yi'er, we are all colleagues, why should we have conflicts?" Xiaoxuan discouraged the two maids from gossiping.
"You're always like this Xiaoxuan!" A maid was a little unwilling. She glanced at Han Yi'er and found that she was writing. The maid smiled evilly and reached out to turn on the light: "Sleep."
Suddenly the room was pitch dark, let alone writing, it seemed difficult to even get out of bed and find something.
After groping her way out of bed and walking towards her luggage, Han Yi'er took out a flashlight.
In order not to disturb others' rest, she covered her head with a quilt...
Suddenly, she seemed to be in another world, where there was no insult or bullying, only her creation, her fantasy world...