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In the evening, Master Chen came back alone. The snow that fell during the morning did not come back with him. At dinner, I noticed that his face was pale and I dared not ask.

Master Chen's frown told me that something had happened to the snow. The servants and the driver of Master Chen's house had no idea what was going on.

After dinner, I leafed through magazines in my room. Master Chen has subscribed to some magazines for me, such as the Innocent Reader or the 37th Degrees Woman.

The soulmate recounted what had happened to a woman who worked in finance. It involved economic crimes. I didn't quite understand. But the word financial work stayed in my mind. Why don't I learn something? Can't I learn to do finance?

But I don't know anything. Does anyone take me? By the way, can I beg Master Chen? If I had a decent job, I'd be admired by Grandpa Chen.

After making up my mind, I decided to find a chance to talk to Master Chen about this matter. I didn't know if he would agree or not.

After watering the flowers on the balcony, I went to the bathroom in my bedroom to take a bath. The perfume bath was full of foam, and soft sponges were rubbing against the young body. I like bathing, because water can clean the body, can wash away the dirt on the body. I hope the bath water will wash away all traces of the day in the garden.

After showering, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked out the bathroom door. I wiped my wet hair and prepared to lie down on the bed.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I exclaimed. There was a person lying on the bed. His tall body and high, cold, sword-like eyebrows. Sturdy pectoral muscles. It was none other than Master Chen.

"Master … Master Chen, when did you come in?" I asked him timidly.

"I came in when you were bathing." Master Chen glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh." When I heard his answer, I simply said, "Oh." The awkward silence continued for ten minutes. I continued to wipe my hair.

"Snow might not return." Master Chen still spoke to me with no expression.

"Uh, what happened to her?" I asked cautiously.

"You just need to know that she won't be able to come back. I don't want to talk about the reason anymore." I don't know where he went.

After a long time, I realized that he had just said that it was not going to snow again. The reason I'm not coming back is that I don't have to suffer the torture of falling snow anymore.

Thinking of this, he was naturally extremely happy in his heart. Nothing better than this news. I was so full of energy that I tidied up all the clothes in the room in the middle of the night. The skirt and skirt were grouped together, the pants and pants were arranged together, and the suit was placed in the same closet. He took out the folded underwear and put them into the underwear box.

Put the high-heeled shoes in the shoe cabinet, adjust the position according to the color, feel bad, adjust it according to the season again. I took out all kinds of stockings, black silk and meat silk and bright silk, and refolded them, and placed them in the position I liked.

It was an indescribable feeling of joy and relief, as if he was about to fly into the sky. I had a premonition that my life was about to change. There may never be another day of such humiliation. Thinking about it, I felt lucky that Master Chen had brought Yang Zi back. Maybe Yang Zi's aura forced Xue Luo to retreat. I thought, so illogically.

He felt an indescribable sense of relaxation. I arranged the magazines in the room and wiped the shelves clean. He then made up the bed before climbing into it.

My mood was a little excited. It was already midnight, but I still couldn't fall asleep. He took a magazine and turned on the bedside lamp. The dim light from the night table matched the moonlight outside the window. I don't know when I fell asleep.

"Bang, bang, bang!" In my drowsiness, I listened to the sound of someone pounding on the wall. I sat up and remembered the day in the garden. Yang Zi said that he would knock on the wall. If Master Chen was not there, I would give him a signal back if I wanted to see him.

My heart was thumping hard. Should I knock back on the wall and ask Yang Zi to come find me? His heart was struggling, and he didn't know what to do.

I clawed at my scalp with both hands. With a snap, the magazine I'd been reading before I went to bed was knocked to the floor under the bed. The magazine was not thick enough to be heard on the floor during the day. But it's a silent night now, and this sound is enough for Yang Zi to mistake it for a sound that I made in response to him.

I scratched my ears and cheeks in worry. What should I do? Hopefully Yang Zi didn't hear it. I can only pray in my heart that Yang Zi didn't hear me.

When Yang Zi came into my room in his pajamas, I realized that I might have underestimated the magazine's sound when it fell to the floor.

"Sis, you want to be with me too, right?" Yang Zi locked the door to my room and walked over to my bedside. The burning eyes looked at me as they had during the day in the garden. The bedside lamp was still on, if someone were to see Yang Zi's figure through the curtains in the courtyard. Without thinking, I turned off the bedside lamp. But Yang Zi misunderstood me, he thought I was taking the initiative to accept him.

"Yang Zi, don't be like this. You misunderstand. Under the bright moonlight, I could clearly see Yang Zi's face. I instinctively shrank back. Snowfall is no longer coming back. Regardless of the reason, at this time, I can't do anything that would let Master Chen down. As long as I listen to you, I may be able to rekindle my love for you. My heart was filled with an unrealistic desire.

"Sis, I won't do anything. I just want to hug you and sleep, okay?" Yang Zi almost begged me.

"It's no good, Yang Zi. If Master Chen finds out, you won't even have a place to hide." I found a crappy excuse to reject Yang Zi.

Yang Zi slyly pouted towards the thick curtain, "If Master Chen enters, you open the door, I will hide behind the curtain."

Behind the curtains was a wide French window. Outside the French window was another platform, about 40 centimeters. It was enough to allow a grown man to stand.

"Me." I don't know what to do next, but I feel a little regretful about being in the garden during the day. And should not use words to provoke Yang Zi. I silently regretted it, but the Yang Zi in front of me didn't know.

"Sis, I just want to be nice to you." As he spoke, Yang Zi felt around my body and crawled into my blanket. A cold wind blew across my face, and I didn't know if it was right or wrong.

The light quilt covered both Yang Zi and I, who were young and passionate. The atmosphere in the room became ambiguous.

I lay down and pretended to sleep, and turned my back to ignore Yang Zi.