The moon and stars are sparse, and the night dew is silent.
Zhu Ping'an, who was on night duty, thought he would have trouble falling asleep, but he fell asleep unknowingly after counting more than a hundred buns.
“Huff… Lu…Huff… Lu…”
The snoring sounded rhythmically, echoing with the chirping of crickets outside the window, playing an endless nocturne.
The chubby little maid lying on the bed in the master bedroom had a confused mind and her chubby face was wrinkled even more like a chubby. She tossed and turned, staring at the curtains in a daze, then at the wall in a daze, and then buried her head in the pillow in a daze... ...
My head is a mess and my heart is in a mess.
Tossing and turning.
With a pair of small hands hugging the shoulders, the child rolled to the east side of the bed, then to the west side. However, no matter where he rolled, the thin blanket on his body was always wrapped tightly.
Because the thin blanket was put on me by my brother-in-law.
"I may not be able to sleep tonight..."
As the chubby little maid stared at the curtain in a daze, she thought so.
Just as the little maid Baozi was thinking this, the rhythmic snoring of Zhu Ping'an, who was on duty at night, came over.
Hu... ... Lu... ... Hu... ... Lu... ...
The little maidservant couldn't help but prick up her ears, and her cherry-like mouth slightly opened. It turned out that her son-in-law could snore too...
So strange
Why do I feel so safe listening to my brother-in-law's snoring
I don’t think about anything in my head, and I don’t think about anything in my heart. My mind is no longer confused, and my heart is no longer confused.
Before, it was like a small boat tottering in a stormy sea.
After the brother-in-law's snoring sounded, the stormy sea seemed to be calm all of a sudden. The originally shaky boat was now sailing quietly in the vast ocean. The soft moonlight shone on the boat and the sea, dyeing the boat and the sea with a clear glow.
No more tossing and turning.
The wrinkled face also relaxed.
The chubby little maid lay on her side facing the night watchman, like a baby, with her hands and feet wrapped around a thin blanket. Amid the incessant snoring, she closed her eyes peacefully, her long eyelashes lying flat and quiet, and gradually fell asleep.
Fell asleep quickly.
I don’t know what I dreamed about.
The chubby face blossomed like a flower, revealing two cute dimples. The corners of the mouth also raised a beautiful arc, and even the long black hair seemed to bloom on the pillow like a flower.
"Sir, be gentle..."
In the quiet bedroom, a young girl mumbled incoherently in her sleep, destined to be heard by no one.
The next morning, it was Yin time, which was around four or five o'clock.
Zhu Ping'an's biological clock came into play, and he opened his eyes on time from a deep dream. The night outside the window gradually faded away, and only a faint light came in, allowing him to see things vaguely. The world seemed like a light black ink painting, and everything looked like he had just woken up. Outside, he could faintly hear the sounds of maids washing and sweeping the yard.
After opening his eyes, Zhu Ping'an stretched out his hands, stretched lazily, rubbed his eyes, lifted the thin blanket, and slowly sat up.
After sitting up, Zhu Ping'an realized that what he was covering himself with was not a thin blanket, but a piece of clothing.
I was also shirtless, with only a pair of shorts on my lower body.
The clothes of the ancients were relatively loose and used much more fabric than modern clothes. It was also hot in the summer nights. In order to keep cool, Zhu Ping'an took off his pajamas and was left with only a pair of shorts. In order to avoid catching a cold, he casually pulled a thin blanket to cover his stomach, so he didn't notice it at the time. Only after sitting up did he realize that he had been covered with a piece of clothing last night.
Pick up the clothes.
With the faint light from outside the window, Zhu Ping'an saw that the clothes in his hand were pink.
Pure cotton.
It looks like a nightgown.
The clothes for night duty could not possibly be Li Shu's, and the clothes were half-new, and it was obvious that they had been worn and washed many times. Given Li Shu's obsessive-compulsive disorder, it was impossible for the same clothes to be changed and washed so many times.
The clothes for night shifts can narrow the scope. It can only be Li Shu's personal maids. Among the personal maids, Hua'er is the one who has been on night shifts the most, and Qin'er has also been on night shifts a few times.
There is still a difference in height and weight between the two of them.
Zhu Ping'an spread out the clothes and took a closer look.
Haven't waited to see.
A fragrance spread to the nostrils.
Um
The scent from the bath is mixed with the girl's faint body fragrance.
The taste is somewhat familiar.
Zhu Ping'an soon remembered that this smell was exactly the same as the smell that came from the maid Hua'er when he pushed her down and covered her with a thin blanket last night.
Then, the owner of the clothes is Huaer.
cough cough
Although it is a bit embarrassing, it is just covering with clothes, so it is okay and will not have any impact.
Besides, if I don’t say anything, no one will know and it will be like it never happened.
Just let it go.
Zhu Ping'an coughed awkwardly and prepared to put the clothes in his hand aside. However, just as Zhu Ping'an was about to put the clothes aside, he suddenly found that there was a wet spot on the clothes, a wet heart-shaped mark.
Well?!
Zhu Ping'an felt dizzy and a voice rang out in his heart.
Could it be a wet dream?!
Zhu Ping'an suddenly looked down.
Well
Sure enough, there was a wet heart shape on the shorts.
Damn it.
This is really embarrassing.
My lifelong reputation.
Zhu Ping'an looked out the window at a 45-degree angle, his lips moving slightly, and after a long time he let out a long breath.
How about destroying the body? !
no.
Zhu Ping'an shook his head and rejected this idea. If he did so, the little maid Baozi would definitely look for it when she found that the clothes were lost, and the matter would become a big deal.
Washed?!
I don't have time... Besides, there is a special laundry room in this mansion, and Li Shu has a maid who is responsible for washing clothes. I washed a piece of clothing yesterday, and Qin'er rushed to wash it for me too.
If I wash Huaer's pajamas by myself, I'm sure someone will find out, and then...
What should I do then
When Zhu Ping'an was at a loss, his eyes inadvertently swept across the head of the bed. Uh, there was a set of clean official robes neatly folded at the head of the bed, and next to it were all the necessary undergarments, all neatly and orderly placed at the head of the bed.
Apparently someone came in and put in the clothes he was going to wear today.
cough cough
In other words, someone had already come in before I woke up this morning.
Doesn't that mean.
The fact that I slept in the painted pajamas and even the fact that I had a wet dream might have been discovered by the person who came in this morning.
It's not a possibility, it's a certainty.
Zhu Ping'an took another look and found a pair of clean shorts placed in the most conspicuous place among the clothes on the bedside.
If you didn't notice it, why would you prepare a pair of shorts
It’s so embarrassing to think deeply.
Zhu Ping'an suddenly felt his face burning. If there was a mirror, Zhu Ping'an would find that his face was as red as Guan Gong's.
If Zhu Ping'an were to play Guan Gong on stage, he wouldn't even need to put on makeup.
When things get awkward, you become calm.
The incident had already been exposed and nothing could be done to undo it. Instead, Zhu Ping'an calmed down, took a breath, put Hua'er's pajamas aside, picked up the clothes on the bedside, changed into them, and got out of bed.
He walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.