It's a very soft sound. If you listen to it normally, you won't hear it at all if you don't listen carefully.
However, in such a quiet night, it seemed to be magnified several times, faint and weak, but extremely clear.
In the castle, the footsteps of bang, bang, bang, bang continued.
It rang in the corridor on the third floor, and then moved to other floors, then the spiral staircase, the living room, and the 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 be slowly approaching here.
In the corner of the kitchen, a slender figure curled up and sat with his knees in his arms. His head rested lightly on the cabinet door next to him. His face was covered by randomly scattered hair. The gently drooped head showed that the owner did not seem to be bothered by what was going on outside. The noise was not affected in the slightest.
On the cooking table, the porridge in the pot was still boiling.
The expanding water vapor hits the transparent pot top, which seems to be in danger of being washed off at any time.
The footsteps outside the room are still approaching here.
As he neared the door, the voice slowed down a bit.
In the room, the woman in the corner was still sleeping soundly. She seemed to be vaguely aware of it. However, her eyelids moved slightly but did not open.
This was her second week at Qing's house. During the ten days since she arrived, the housekeeper had arranged many tasks for her every day. She had worked day and night for two weeks in a row. Xixi was really tired.
The footsteps outside the door were still approaching the room, and the sound of "hoo, hoo, hoo" became clearer.
In the end, the place where he disappeared was at the door of the room.
The woman in the corner seemed to be sleeping soundly and didn't pay any attention to her.
Qing Muchen stood at the door, his tall figure casting a dark shadow behind him, his cold eyes searching for the breathing sound of the woman in the corner, watching quietly, his eyes narrowed tightly.
As soon as he appeared, he didn't say a word, but the temperature around him seemed to have suddenly dropped several degrees, and the air pressure in the entire room also dropped.
The woman in her sleep felt an inexplicable chill from the cold, and shrank her body into a corner. Her hands reflexively groped for her clothes and pulled them up.
She was wearing the standard maid uniform of the Qing family. The simple skirt was paired with a plain apron. There was no special design. It couldn't be more ordinary. But when it was worn on her -
Qing Muchen's eyes fell on her unscrupulously, slowly tracing down her exposed half of her face inch by inch, wandering across her slender and fair neck, slightly revealing part of her beautiful chest. The neckline paused for a while, then the waist was so weak that it couldn't be bent, and then the large part of the beautiful legs was inadvertently exposed because of hugging the knees.
His eyes stayed on her for a long time, and his cold eyes seemed to heat up a lot as his gaze shifted.
Xixi didn't seem to be aware of her current situation, she lowered her head and was still sleeping.
Qing Muchen looked at her back and forth wildly several times without any intention of looking away.
From his angle, he could get a good look at her.
Looking down a little, you can even see the black lace looming under her skirt—
The maid outfit that couldn't be more ordinary was made to feel seductive when she wore it!
This woman is a witch!
This was the conclusion Qing Muchen came to again after the first meeting between the two on the last cruise ship.