Qin Wuyan raised his eyes to look at her, his dark eyes were hidden in the darkness, the surging emotions inside were swallowed up by the night, his voice was as gentle as a whisper between lovers: "If I want to be the personal guard next to Missy, I must Work harder, otherwise, I will only get further and further away from Missy."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu's heart was about to melt.

Qin Wuyan said again: "I was on duty in the backyard today, and I saw that the young lady had a happy conversation with a young master. Is that young lady your marriage partner?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't hide anything: "Yeah, I've been discussing marriage these days, and I'm so annoyed."

"But that young master seems to be very nice to the young lady, and the young lady seems to like that young lady very much." Qin Wuyan's voice dropped.

Sensing Qin Wuyan's emotions, Zhuang Xiaoyu immediately explained: "No, no, he is the young master of the Min family. He is sick and weak. Like me, he doesn't want to discuss marriage. We just go to the backyard to chat with the elders. You Do not misunderstand."

Qin Wuyan was about to speak when there was an inappropriate slight sound from his stomach, it was the sound of hunger.

Zhuang Xiaoyu quickly brought the food box over and handed it to Qin Wuyan: "Eat it quickly, I specially asked the wet nurse to help."

In the darkness, Qin Wuyan stretched out his hand, and the palm fell on the back of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand. Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand seemed to be scalded, and he immediately pulled it out of his palm.

Qin Wuyan firmly caught the food box with his other hand, and under the moonlight, he quietly looked at the panicked and sweet girl, with a triumphant smile on his lips.

"Thank you Miss." Qin Wuyan opened the food box, looked at the white flour steamed buns and boiled eggs inside, "Miss is so kind to me."

Zhuang Xiaoyu pursed her lips and asked, "Are you still used to being in the guard?"

"Get used to it." Qin Wuyan rubbed the position of his shoulders, "It's just that it's easy to get hurt when fighting in martial arts."

Zhuang Xiaoyu hurriedly said: "Is it hurt somewhere? Let me see."

Qin Wuyan put the white flour steamed buns in his hand back into the food box, and took off his upper body clothes, revealing the bruises behind him from being beaten with sticks.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingertips ran across those blue-purple stalks, and there was a cry in his voice, "Why are they so ruthless?"

"Fortunately, it's all unintentional mistakes, not intentional. If the skill is not good, maybe the one lost outside is life."

The girl's soft fingers seemed to be on fire, and as they stroked his back one by one, Qin Wuyan felt as if he had been electrocuted, and a strange feeling surged in his body.

He restrained his behavior: "Miss, it's late, go back early, the election of the captain of the guard will be held in a few days, I will definitely not let you down."

Zhuang Xiaoyu also felt that it was not good to stay here for too long, so she left the steamed buns and eggs, twisted the food box and went out.

When the door of the wing room was closed, Qin Wuyan ate the steamed buns and eggs in big gulps, and lay down on the simple bed. He opened his eyes and looked at the transparent roof with mixed feelings in his heart.

A light smell came in through the crack of the door.

Qin Wuyan quickly held his breath, rubbed the quilt on the bed into a human shape, and immediately got up and hid in the corner behind the door.

After a while, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a few peeping guys walked in, walking straight towards the bed.

The moonlight was hazy, and the light in the room was too dim, so I couldn't tell whether it was a person or a bedding on the bed...