The skirt automatically shrunk up, and it didn't cover many legs, but also exposed some of them.

Behind the man's eyes, obviously dark a lot.

Xi Xi didn't look back, knelt on the ground, absorbed in wiping the mess she had made.

She works very devoted, eyes fall on their own hands, did not look at his direction.

Even when I bent over, I didn't notice the part of my chest showing.

Qingmuchen's eyes slowly swam along her high Tun to her chest, the lace looming under chiffon. In the dark ink pupil, a cluster of flames seemed to meet the fire of the wind on the grassland in the dark. After rubbing, the dark ink pupil suddenly became hot.

Xi Xi grew up in a different environment from ordinary people, and her alertness is much higher than that of ordinary people.

The action of wiping congee slows down, and the corner of her eyes looks towards him. Her clear eyes collide with him. Looking at the flame in his eyes, her body is stiff.

"I'll change the mop!" He calmed down his face, pulled his skirt quietly, stood up, bowed his head, and wanted to walk away from the man beside him as if nothing had happened. As soon as his legs opened, his wrist was suddenly pulled by a strong force.

Xi Xi's back froze and her steps stopped.

The vision rigid turns to him, she asks calmly, "young master, what's up?"

Qingmuchen's vision inch by inch swept from her face. Her eyes were twisted by her familiar eyes. Looking at her eyes, it was like a fierce wind. When it blew on Xixi's face, it made her skin ache.

His eyes, in fact, are very penetrating.

Obviously, it's not frightening, but it's oppressive.

It takes courage to look at him.

Xixi's back was straight, and her eyes were calm and didn't flinch.

Two people, looking at each other for several minutes.

When Xixi was ready to find an excuse to leave, suddenly, the man around her said, "you just seduced me?"

He speaks slowly.

Word by word, like many small bombs, roaring in the ear, the West West West deep fried.

"Where did the young master come to this conclusion?" His face didn't fluctuate because of his words. Xixi gently raised her beautiful chin and asked coldly.

"Who allowed you to dress like this in the kitchen?" Qing Mu Chen's vision sweeps to the skirt that is too short on her body, the look in her eyes is full of nitpicking.

"This is the uniform Maid Dress of Qingjia. You told the housekeeper a few days ago about the kitchen work." Sisi calmly argued for herself.

"Does Qing's maid need to work on her knees?" Qingmuchen's eyes are fixed on her skirt, which just covers her legs / roots. Word by word, it seems that she is being convicted.

All the expressions on Xixi's face suddenly solidified and corrected. Instead of refuting his words, she just calmly refuted, "the young master told me, if you don't kneel down with a rag, how can you wipe the floor?"

Qingmuchen's face was slightly stiff, his eyes moved down 45 degrees, and he looked down at her proud face. His eyes reflected a touch of cold light, "show off your color, look reasonable?"

You can kneel when you wipe the floor, but how many people kneel like her?

Xi Xi's calm face sank almost every second.

Is he trying to convict her?

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