Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

In the dark night, the sound of panting hot air was close to her ear.

It almost made her exposed skin tremble slightly, and her heart skipped a beat, "My lord?"

With her mouth covered, her voice was muffled, and under the pattering rainy night, she was as soft as a kitten.

"Well, it's me."

Cold hands covered her face, and the cheeks that had just been bathed were soft and warm, like freshly peeled eggs, extraordinarily delicate.

He covered her with a big hand, and couldn't hold back, as if pinching her thin cheek with a little baby fat.

In the rainy night, his figure appeared, leaning against the window, his cold white and beautiful eyes were illuminated by the lights in the room.

Dressed in black and corseted, like a vulgar flower picker, he was biased, and that deceptively good-looking face suppressed that illusion again.

The noble and wanton Mr. Pei has never done something like a flower picker, thinking about it...

It's just that I have to come to her for something urgent.

In the window, the weak, white and warm little man was looking at him quietly.

With the light behind him, his eyes slowly fell from his face to his rain-stained shoulders, watching, and softly: "It's raining, what's wrong, my lord... is there something wrong?"

Seeing that she wasn't screaming in shock, he let go of her mouth, leaned against the window with one shoulder half sideways, his loose hand slipped down, and held her.

Holding her soft and warm hand, he pursed his lips, and his tone was casual and gentle as usual, "It's nothing, just passing by."

The movements of his hands were unbelievably natural, but his dark gaze was fixed on her with deep eyes.

"It's getting late, are you going to bed?"

"..." She blinked her watery eyes and shook her head, "Not yet, it's still early, I usually go to bed later."

While speaking, she stretched out her hand and carefully brushed the water droplets off his shoulders.

"What about my lord? Are you still busy at this late hour?"

There was a little wind blowing outside again, Mr. Pei, who came to visit late at night, took a look at her movements, and answered the words with pursed lips: "I am busy, during the day, I am always so busy that I don't touch the ground."

As he spoke, he kept holding her hand.

The cold hand must have been frozen for too long, it was hard and rough, and it kept pulling her, as if she was afraid that she would take it back.

"Are you feeling better?"

He squeezed her hand, staring at her plain and still fleshless face, his voice was deserted and deep in the rainy night.

"Are you still taking medicine?"

"..." She looked at him, thought for a while, but didn't answer, she just asked, "It's raining outside, do you want to come in?"

There are short eaves outside the window, which can't stop the rain. Seeing that the rain has no intention of stopping, she was afraid that he would get wet, so she asked.

Outside the window, the man who was holding her hand, paused for a moment, and became a little uncertain, "Is it okay?"

From this point of view, it seems that he has no intention of leaving immediately, but will stay for a while.

Yun Si, who didn't think too much, nodded, "I'm alone in the room, it's fine, you can come in."

She turned slightly to make room.

After getting permission, he actually came in, turned over neatly, like a nimble cheetah, and landed silently.

The window was closed, the candlelight was bright, and the shadows of the two were lightly printed on the wall.

The man who entered the boudoir of his daughter's house looked like he could do magic tricks, and he took out a bracelet from nowhere.

As he said, when we meet, we will give gifts.

It's called a meeting ceremony.