Very light, very light voice. If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it at all. However, in such a quiet night, it seems to be magnified several times, slightly weak, but particularly clear. In the castle, the sound of footsteps continued. There was a ring in the corridor on the third floor, and then it was transferred to other floors, followed by rotating stairs, living room and underground wine cellar?? The people in the kitchen didn't seem to notice, and the slight breathing sound was not affected at all. Outside the kitchen, footsteps seemed to lean slowly towards this side. In the corner of the kitchen, a slender figure curled up and sat with his knees in his arms. His head lightly pillowed the next cabinet door. His randomly scattered hair covered his face. His gently drooping head showed that the owner didn't seem to be affected by the noise outside. On the cooking table, the porridge in the pot is still boiling. The expanding steam impacts the transparent top of the pot, which seems to be in danger of being washed off at any time. The footsteps outside the room are still approaching this way. Near the door, the sound slowed down. In the room, the woman in the corner was still sleeping. She seemed to be aware of it. However, her eyelids moved slightly, but she didn't open them. This is the second week when she came to Qing's house. After more than ten days, the housekeeper arranged many tasks for her every day. She worked day and night for two weeks. Xixi was really tired. The footsteps outside the door were still approaching the room. The sound of utterance, utterance, utterance became clearer and clearer. Finally, it disappeared at the door. The woman in the corner seemed to be sleeping soundly and didn't pay any attention. Qingmu Chen stood at the door. His tall body cast a shadow behind him. His cold eyes looked for the breathing sound and swept to the woman in the corner. He looked at it quietly, his eyes narrowed very tightly. As soon as he came out, he didn't say a word, but the surrounding temperature seemed to be suddenly cold for several degrees, and the air pressure in the whole room also decreased. The woman in her sleep was inexplicably afraid of the cold. Her body shrank into the corner, and her hand reflexively groped for her clothes and pulled. She was wearing Qingjia's standard maid's clothes. Her simple skirt was matched with a plain apron. There was no special design. It was no more ordinary. She could wear it on her -- Qingmu Chen's eyes fell on her recklessly, slowly down her exposed side inch by inch, and swam past her slender white neck, She stopped for a while at the neckline where some of her chest beauty / muscles were slightly exposed, followed by a weak waist, and then a large area of beauty / legs inadvertently exposed because of holding her knees. His eyes stayed on her for a long time, and his cold eyes seemed to heat up a lot with the transfer of his eyes. Sisi didn't seem to be aware of the her current situation. She hung her head and was still sleeping. Qingmu Chen looked her back and forth several times without looking away. His angle can look at her very well. Looking down, you can even see some black lace looming under her skirt - an ordinary maid's dress, which is made / dressed / seduced / confused by her! This woman is a goblin! This is the conclusion that Qingmu Chen came to again after the first meeting between the two on the last cruise ship. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.