Chapter 67: Chapter 67: He Encounters a Humiliating Scene
Bvlgari diamond stud earrings.
By the craftsmanship and materials, they’re no less than six figures.
They must have fallen off Gu Fuzhen.
A Little Maid like her could afford such expensive earrings?
Gu Siting held the earrings in his palm, stretched his long legs, and walked downstairs.
After Ming Yao received the clothes Gu Siting had changed out of, she imdiately returned to the servant room.
Sitting on the bed, she hugged his shirt and took a whiff.
The crisp and pleasant scent of the fir relieved her throbbing temples to so extent.
What sort of crap was this, she could only fall asleep slling that bastard man’s scent?
Wasn’t she going to be tied to him for life?
No, no, she must develop a dicine that closely replicated his scent.
That way, she could fall asleep slling the dicine in the future.
Ming Yao buried her face in the man’s shirt, closed her eyes, and concentrated with bated breath on analyzing the scent on his body, what could replace it?
Ming Yao didn’t notice the man gradually approaching the servant room.
Gu Siting stood at the door of the servant room, he knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.
Little Snowball heard the noise, and with a whoosh, jumped onto the window sill.
Through the slightly ajar window, Little Snowball owed at Gu Siting.
“Daddy, look, mommy loves you so much, she keeps slling your shirt.”
Gu Siting pushed Little Snowball aside, peered through the crack in the window, and gazed into the room.
Seeing the woman on the bed hugging his shirt and burying her face in it, his eyebrows furrowed instantly.
What the, heck, is she doing?
Does she have so special fetish?
Thinking that all his clothes might have been sniffed by her like this, he felt goosebumps all over his body.
His gaze towards Ming Yao shifted several tis.
Little Snowball, noticing the man’s expression was off, jumped back onto the bed and owed a couple of tis at the mistress still slling the master’s shirt.
Ming Yao snapped back to reality from her deep thoughts.
“What are you—” She didn’t get to finish her question when she sensed sothing amiss and abruptly raised her head.
She t a pair of unfathomably dark eyes.
Ming Yao’s blood rushed to her head in an instant.
Her heartbeat sped up uncontrollably, and a chill seeped up her spine.
In the mont her eyes locked with the man’s, she froze, her mind almost going blank.
She had not anticipated Gu Siting appearing in the servant room at all!
Aunt Zhong had said that Gu Siting never set foot in the servants’ quarters!
Why the hell was he here?
Ah ah ah!
Ming Yao felt like she was going to die!
Was she going to be thrown into the Asura Field this quickly?
Had he seen the scene where she buried her face in his shirt just now?
Would he think she was a pervert?
If she saw him hugging her clothes and burying his face in them one day, she would certainly think he was sick!
In a state of extre panic, Ming Yao swallowed hard and, under the man’s oppressive and somber gaze, she timidly spoke up, “Fo, Fourth Master?”
Her voice carried a slight tremble, this ti she was genuinely a bit flustered.
Of course, there was also embarrassnt, awkwardness, and sha!
Gu Siting pushed open the door of the servant room and strode in.
Ming Yao placed the shirt on the bed, stood up, and hung her head, looking like she had done sothing wrong.
Gu Siting’s jawline was tense, his features handso yet sharp, his gaze fixated on Ming Yao like a sharp sword, as if he intended to see through her soul, “You’d better give a reasonable explanation.”
Ming Yao’s scalp tingled, and her head felt like it was about to explode.
This really was damn hard to explain.
“If you can’t explain, leave Imperial Garden now. I don’t need a Little Maid with a special fetish around .”
In extre panic, a thought suddenly struck Ming Yao.
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