Shen Weixi also imitated Yun Ran’s actions, carefully studying the wall up and down for a while.
The wall was made of glazed tiles with a frosted texture, clearly reflecting the room’s scenes, and when pressed against it, what one saw was their own reflection.
"There’s nothing unusual, just an ordinary wall. Yue’er, are you cold because you’re wearing too little?"
Yun Ran’s beautiful, fair fingers tapped the wall in front, feeling puzzled; it truly was just an ordinary wall, but the feeling was clear and intense.
Why was that?
"It’s so strange..."
A robe with a faint sandalwood fragrance was draped over her shoulders, Yun Ran looked up, eting Yan Zichu’s gentle and jade-like gaze.
"Ayue, you have always been frail, don’t catch a cold."
"Cousin, I’m not cold."
Yun Ran wanted to take off the robe and return it to him, but Shen Weixi held her hand down, "Yue’er, just wear it, have you forgotten that last year you almost lost half your life from catching a cold? Moreover, it’s colder outside later!"
Yun Ran: "..."
Lin Wanyue’s body was indeed fragile, just a small cold had kept her bedridden for over two months...
In the end, unable to resist their persuasion, Yun Ran wore the robe.
However, the feeling of chilling wind beca even more intense.
Yun Ran slightly tilted her head, once again fixing her gaze on that wall.
The wall reflected her figure, with bright eyes and white teeth, her expression confused.
Yet her mind involuntarily conjured Nangong Mo’s image: a devilishly charming face, a hint of a haunting and cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
Yun Ran: "..."
What a madness!
Why is she thinking of him at this mont?
Just as she was speechless, Shen Weixi poured a cup of Peach Blossom Brew and handed it to her, "Yue’er, your favorite Peach Blossom Brew, co on, tonight we won’t stop until we’re drunk!"
"Alright! Isn’t there plenty of romantic gossip about Nangong Mo? Tell more, let’s talk while we drink."
"Sure! Whatever Yue’er wants to hear, just say it."
Here, with good wine and food, joyful laughter and chatter, beyond the wall... dark clouds looming, chilling winds blowing, as if countless ghostly souls floated in the air.
Feng Xuan stood at the corner of the wall, gazing at his master’s back, trying hard to control his breath, pretending to be invisible.
How could the princess suspect the master likes n?
Although the master previously did not like won, he didn’t like n either.
Moreover, why does the princess care so much about Young Master Mu, even concerned if he’s married? What does that an?
Just now when she said those words, he was almost frozen by the coldness exuded from his master!
Also, how could the princess wear Young Master Yan’s clothes? Although he felt this seed fine, just now, his master nearly broke through the wall to kill Yan Zichu and silence him!
Feng Xuan silently looked up at the ceiling: Please, don’t let any more trouble arise from the other side! Otherwise, who knows what actions his master might take...
As the night deepened, already past dinner ti, Feng Xuan risked his life to suggest, "Master, are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I can order sothing."
Nangong Mo curled his lips coldly, his dark eyes deep and focused on the wall in front of him, "Master. doesn’t. eat."
Right now, he just wants to eat people!
To take that wretched girl, bite by bite, tear, eat, and swallow!
While drinking Peach Blossom Brew, Yun Ran suddenly shivered, followed by two sneezes.
"Yue’er, you haven’t caught a cold, have you?" Shen Weixi was a bit worried, her hand already touched Yun Ran’s forehead, though not hot, she was still concerned.
"The winter night’s chill is strong, we need to eat quickly and return to the manor, Yue’er, are you still not considering? Are you really not coming with ?"
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