On the other side of the garden, Gu Nanpei and Sheng Ziyuan were arranged to hide with the guards and "wait for the rabbit".

As for the room covered with jewelry, Wen churan and Sheng Ziyuan are guarding it.

Wen churan personally selected a cabinet, which was just big enough to hold three people, and could see the outside through the gap. It was perfect.

It was inexplicably embarrassing to be sandwiched between two men. In this narrow space, there were two men's breathing and heartbeat, let alone moving. Wen churan didn't even dare to glance at his eyes.

I don't know if it's because it's too crowded. She just feels hot and dry.

Just then, his sweaty forehead suddenly cooled.

Wen churan was surprised. She turned her head along her arm and found that Sheng Ziyuan had covered her forehead with his palm.

In the dark, he said in her ear, "you're sweating. Are you too nervous?"

Before she could answer, another handkerchief suddenly flew into her arms.

She looked in the direction of the handkerchief and saw Sheng Shimo's side face.

Deep outline and beautiful lines.

Is that his handkerchief?

Wen churan lowered his head and looked at the handkerchief in his arms. It seemed that there was still a faint fragrance on the man.

After hesitating for a moment, she tilted her head to Sheng Shimo and whispered, "thank you."

The man's eyes hidden in the dark didn't have the slightest emotion floating, just like he didn't hear her voice at all.

Even so, Wen churan thinks it doesn't matter.

It was enough for her to be happy that he could pass her a handkerchief.

Wen churan was about to wipe his sweat with a handkerchief, but Sheng Ziyuan grabbed the handkerchief in her hand and said with an evil smile, "I'll wipe it for you."

She was slightly stunned and looked at Sheng Ziyuan's hand stretched out towards her forehead. She subconsciously tilted her head and hid for a while.

"Well... I'll do it myself."

She wanted to take back the handkerchief in Sheng Ziyuan's hand, but Sheng Ziyuan directly intercepted her hand in the air. Her look became a little dark and her tone was a little cold.

"Why don't you let me wipe it for you?"

"I... I just think it's better to wipe it myself."

Why not let Sheng Ziyuan wipe her sweat? Because ink is around when it is in full bloom.

She didn't want to be too close to any man in front of him.

Sheng Ziyuan seemed to see through her mind and asked with a sneer, "are you sure it's just this reason?"

"I..."

"Can you shut up!" Seems to be unbearable, Sheng Shimo on the other side suddenly yelled.

Wen churan and Sheng Ziyuan looked at him at the same time. In the dark, they saw that his expression became particularly focused and dignified. They stared at the door of the cabinet, deliberately lowered their voice and said, "listen, it's coming..."

It?

Wen churan immediately listened carefully. Sure enough, he heard the sound of the door handle being unscrewed.

With a creak, the door was opened, and the footsteps sounded from outside to inside. It sounded very fast, like a ghost floating in the dark night.

Through the crevice of the cabinet, Wen churan sees a figure in the bedroom, which is the memory beast transformed into the servant Xiao Nuo.

He was squatting, grabbing the jewelry on the ground and stuffing it into his pocket.

Such a good opportunity, no sneak attack, when?

After Wen churan and the two men around him confirmed with their eyes, they carefully and silently pushed open the cabinet door.

Seeing that the memory beast didn't notice at all, she came out of the cabinet and crept close to it behind it. Because she had already been prepared and didn't wear shoes, her footsteps on the ground didn't make a sound.

So, silent step by step, the distance is getting closer and closer.