The servant's words were swallowed back into his throat, frightened by the young master's sharp gaze.
He quickly went out to make arrangements.
He carefully removed someone's outer clothes and shoes and covered her with a blanket.
Then he saw the other's forehead blush deeply, almost as if blood was seeping through. Her lips were murmuring, 'What 996 fresh meat...?'
Her hands waved randomly in the air.
Not behaving at all.
With a roguish smile, he chuckled.
Knowing she was disguising herself as a man and didn't want anyone else to find out, he couldn't let the maid or servant attend to her; it had to be himself.
Recalling the person who wanted to gamble for clothes, he wondered what kind of brilliant expression she'd have when she remembered tomorrow.
He couldn't help but look forward to it!
Zhao Wuling silently curled his lips; if he had agreed, would she really... be so uninhibited to that degree?
