"Young master, what's wrong with me?" Mu Yunhan frowned. He's been waiting for her like this. What's the matter?
Gu Fenglin nodded, glanced at her chest, pointed to the room, and asked her inquiringly if he could go in.
It stands to reason that since she is unmarried and he is unmarried, they are alone and alone in the middle of the night, so of course it is not possible to let him in.
But she is his maid, and they often spend time alone together.
Mrs. Mu also said that in public. Everyone had already regarded her and Gu Fenglin as a couple. Mu Yunhan had no intention of getting married again, so he smiled sweetly: "Of course."
Gu Fenglin looked at the room quietly.
The earthen walls were not painted with white ash, and the dark yellow earth was exposed. The light did not reflect when shining on it, and the whole room looked very dark.
The furniture was very simple and crude, including a narrow bed three feet wide that could only accommodate one person, with a clean, starched coarse cloth quilt spread on top.
A very old wooden box, locked, and I don't know what's inside.
A dilapidated Eight Immortals table, with one leg lame and a brick underneath, but the tabletop was covered with a clean and comfortable old floral cloth.
A clay pot with wild flowers and branches placed on the table, next to it was a rattan box bought from the county town. The rattan box was half open, and the exquisite tea sets inside could be seen.
There are two very old books pressed under an old bronze mirror. Next to them are a charcoal stick and a stack of straw paper. On the top piece of paper, there are a few words written on the charcoal stick.
This liveliness diluted the darkness and gloominess in the room.
"Master, please sit down. I'll get you some water." Mu Yunhan handed over the only stool in the room and walked out quickly to get some water.
Gu Fenglin pulled her sleeve and said no, and asked her to sit down as he had something to say.
His expression was serious, his lips were pursed tightly because of anger, and his eyes were rarely sharp. Mu Yunhan was inexplicably nervous.
She wiped her hands and stood politely: "Do you have any orders?"
Gu Fenglin frowned and was silent for a moment, then picked up a charcoal stick and wrote on the straw paper: "Who told you to do this?"
Mu Yunhan smiled: "No one, they want to harm us, and I can't just sit back and wait for death. I can't defeat them for the time being, and I want to get a good reputation, so I have to use some extraordinary means. Thank you for helping me. If it weren't for you today, this would be impossible."
I'm afraid things haven't been cleared up yet."
Gu Fenglin pursed his lips, full of displeasure.
Mu Yunhan bit his lip and said softly: "I'm sorry, I caused you trouble again. I won't do this again next time."
Gu Fenglin sighed and wrote: "Who allows you to hurt your body?"
Mu Yunhan raised his eyes from the straw paper and then fell on Gu Fenglin's face.
The handsome and beautiful young man sat quietly under the dim light, with a cold and unhappy look on his face, his eyes as deep as ink abyss, his slightly thin lips tightly pursed, and his brows furrowed.
He looks unhappy, but his concern and disapproval are genuine.
The corners of Mu Yunhan's lips curled up, and she smiled: "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt very much. Really, I know my own body well."
Gu Fenglin stiffly wrote on the paper one stroke at a time: "You don't have any say over your body, she belongs to me!"
Because he was making a misfire, he used so much force that he broke the charcoal bars.
Mu Yunhan was stunned and looked at him in surprise.
What do you mean her body doesn't matter, she belongs to him?
Doesn't this make sense?
Gu Fenglin glanced at her lightly and continued to write: "You have collected my family's salary for five years, and you must work for these five years without any injury or pain." (To be continued)