When Jing Zhi appeared in front of Shen Mo again, Shen Mo's eyes really brightened. The moonlight sprinkled on her body, and her long hair seemed to be coated with moonlight, as soft as silk. Her face was very beautiful.

It was just an ordinary coarse cloth dress, but she wore it with a touch of luxury. Her ten fingers were slender and white, and it was obvious that she was the hand of a lady from an official family.

But what Shen Mo didn't understand was that the daughters of those wealthy families were all very spoiled, and Jing Zhi's ruthlessness in her bones...

I don’t know who it was inherited from.

Jing Zhi tugged at her clothes and asked anxiously, "Is there something wrong?"

This was the first time she wore this kind of clothes, and she felt a little itchy, but she knew that she could only hold Shen Mo's thighs tightly. After all, she had no money now.

Shen Mo pondered for a while, then asked coldly, "Do you want to stay?"

His eyes narrowed into the arc of moonlight, revealing a hint of indifference.

Jing Zhi nodded woodenly, then shook her head and said, "No, I can't stay. If I stay, I will be a burden to you."

The death of the second brother was by no means accidental. It was because a certain lord in Kyoto had been coveting their family's property for a long time that he let the Jing family fall into the trap step by step. If they had investigated carefully, they would definitely have found her, the fish that had escaped the net.

Shen Mo walked to her side, took off his outer robe, and put it on her very carefully. He patted her shoulder and said, "You can stay. This room needs to be cleaned every day, and you need to wash your clothes yourself."

After saying this indifferently, Shen Mo shook his sleeves and went into the house.

A cool breeze blew by, and Jing Zhi covered her forehead with her hands helplessly. Could it be that this man couldn't understand what she was saying? He knew clearly that she would be a burden to him, but he still let her stay.

I guess this person is just too compassionate.

But what gave Jing Zhi an even bigger headache was that there was only one bed in the room, and Shen Mo actually slept on the bed by himself, leaving her alone. He was not a man at all.

She gently closed the door of the inner room, thinking about where she should sleep. Living here, she naturally had no shame to ask Shen Mo to give up his bed to him. She closed the door to the yard and sat down against the door frame. The chill from the cold ground made her shiver and shake constantly. She buried her head deeply between her arms, as if this would make her feel less cold.

When she fell into a deep sleep, the door to the inner room opened. Shen Mo, wearing only a blue shirt, looked at the shivering figure and said lazily, "You are so stupid. You don't even know to sleep in the room. If you catch a cold, I will have to take care of you."

He touched Jing Zhi's satin-like black hair, sniffed the unique fragrance on her body, then stretched out his arms and gently picked up Jing Zhi. Jing Zhi's body was very cold, like the moonlight, exuding a sense of desolation. At this time, Jing Zhi, who was sleeping soundly, rubbed his arms and fell into a deeper dream.

Shen Mo carried Jing Zhi to the bed and even carefully picked up the cup for her. In the darkness, there was a hint of solemnity in his dark eyes. Then he took out two quilts from the box and slept on the floor.

Jing Zhi turned over on the bed, her frail body curled up into a ball, murmuring, "Second brother... Second brother... Don't leave..."

There was even a hint of tears in her voice.

Shen Mo could only get up again and pat her back gently. His palms were warm, which slowly calmed her heart.

In the dark night, someone's voice was as lazy as ever, "What on earth did you go through..."