"To be honest, the master of the house has been in seclusion for the past few days and told me not to disturb him."
"Oh." Ming Xixuan nodded lightly, then stopped talking nonsense and turned to leave.
"Master, stay!"
Ying Zhuyue's voice arrived before anyone else arrived. As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the three people blurred, and Ying Zhuyue appeared.
Her long hair was draped casually behind her back. Although it was a bit messy, it had a different kind of beauty. She was wearing a peach green gown with a belt tied around her waist casually, yet revealing a little charm. Dressed like this,
It looks very much like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.
The two servants respectfully called the family master, then retreated to the sides, lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Ying Zhuyue. They were afraid that they would be obsessed with it after just one glance, which would be too rude.
Ming Xixuan turned around, and his eyes lit up when he saw Ying Zhuyue being so casually equipped. When he saw her yesterday, she was dressed in formal clothes, and her coolness revealed a feeling of being a thousand miles away.
An ice lotus blooms on the top of the snow-capped mountains. Although it is beautiful, no one dares to reach out to pick it. Although they are dressed casually today, it is like a lotus blooming in summer, making people feel like reaching out to pick it.
"Master, come with me." Ying Zhuyue knew that he didn't like to talk and didn't talk nonsense, so he directly invited him into the inner house.
People in the clan saw Ying Zhuyue and Ming Xixuan walking together, and they were walking side by side. The man had an extraordinary, cold and domineering demeanor, while the woman had a beautiful face and a heroic figure. They were a match made in heaven!
There were countless voices of admiration and jealousy from behind. They all speculated about the origin of Ming Xixuan and searched their memories, but they seemed to have never seen such a person before.
Ying Zhuyue ignored everyone's comments and took Ming Xixuan straight to his boudoir.
"The head of the house actually brought that man into the boudoir? Isn't that her forbidden area? How can outsiders be allowed in and out? What is the relationship between this man and the head of the house?"
"It's definitely not ordinary. For a fairy like the head of the family, I think this man is the only one who can match her."
"I have been in love with the master of the family for a long time, but it seems there is no hope..."
"Sister is so partial. She won't let me enter her room on weekdays, but today she actually brought a strange man in..." Ying Qinglan said with some jealousy.
After entering Ying Zhuyue's boudoir, Ming Xixuan's tense face relaxed. He had been disguising outside the door just now. Now there was only Ying Zhuyue around, so he took off his mask and showed the fatigue on his face.
, I found a chair and sat down to adjust my breath and calm down.
"Are you injured?" Ying Zhuyue felt that his steps were shaky when he was outside the door, so he took him into the room without saying anything nonsense.
Ming Xixuan nodded and said softly: "It doesn't matter."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but cover his chest with a look of pain on his face.
"Take off your clothes and let me see."
Ming Xixuan shook his head and said: "It's not a problem, it's just a minor injury."
Ying Zhuyue said nothing, walked up to him, and stretched out his hand to unbutton his clothes domineeringly.
Ming Xixuan paused for a moment, and when he realized what he was doing, Ying Zhuyue had already taken off his clothes. He was a little dazed because he didn't expect Ying Zhuyue to be so domineering.
"How can everything be okay? If you were intact, I wouldn't be able to get close to you. Sit still and let me take a look."
After saying that, he took off all of Ming Xixuan's shirt without giving him a chance to speak. He was wearing a white blouse underneath, but it was stained red with blood and was already close to his body.
Ying Zhuyue carefully took off his blouse. Ming Xixuan had a look of pain on his face, but he still held it back and did not make a sound. However, sweat was pouring from his forehead, which showed how much pain he had endured before.