Inside the spacious study, the manor's owner and his maid were engaged in their daily interactions—
At this moment, Chris was dressed in a maid outfit, with the ends of her long golden hair gently hanging down to the white bow at her lower back.
Her tone at this moment was unusually hesitant.
"Lord...Lord..."
Although it seems that nothing they do is shameful given their relationship.
But just as she was about to call out that title to Gu Xinghe, Chris felt her face flush.
Especially since the other person was staring straight at her with an expectant look in his eyes.
Faced with such undisguised and straightforward emotions, Chris, who is usually good at taking the initiative in conversations, could only "temporarily avoid the limelight".
She turned her head slightly away, her eyes no longer daring to look at Gu Xinghe.
"Master, this is your afternoon tea."
Taking advantage of the opportunity to avoid eye contact, Chris quickly uttered the words, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for your help, Miss Maid."
The rising intonation clearly revealed the speaker's good mood.
Gu Xinghe's tone was natural and calm, without emphasizing the word "maid" as Chris had expected.
But Chris knew perfectly well that this natural tone, so unobtrusive, was the other person's true source of mischievousness.
After all, she was still struggling with herself, unable to bring herself to call him "master".
Gu Xinghe, however, acted as if it were second nature, addressing her as "Miss Maid" with great familiarity.
[Even though this is your first time playing these roles, why do you seem so skilled?]
[How outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!]
With that thought in mind, Chris gave Gu Xinghe a somewhat resentful look.
But she found that the other person was casually enjoying the tea and snacks she had just served.
Just because she lost a bet, she is about to be transformed from a manor owner into a maid.
Chris was clearly still somewhat resentful about this—
Next time... next time I'll definitely win! I'll make you serve me properly too!
After reflecting on the roles of the various waiters at Rose Manor, it became clear that one role seemed to be missing.
Chris immediately decided—
【That's right! Since you want me to be a maid... then I'll make you the butler!】
Next time, I'll definitely make you wear a butler's uniform and call me "Young Miss"!
As she imagined this future "return gift," a sly smile crept across Chris's face, one she herself didn't even notice.
Hearing such a bold statement, Gu Xinghe raised an eyebrow and decided to extend the maid role-playing game for a few more days.
Now, what he needs to do is to further enrich the little maid's professional knowledge and improve her professional skills.
So, Gu Xinghe opened the alchemy notebook on his desk that he had only read halfway through.
He pointed to a book on the bookshelf next to him and gestured for Chris to take it down.
The cover of what looked more like a notebook than a book was boldly titled "The Self-Cultivation of a Maid."
When Chris finally recovered from the shock of "Rose Manor actually has such books"
There was not even any further guidance from Gu Xinghe.
She sat down next to him with a sense of curiosity, excitement, and secret anticipation, and opened the book to read.
The study suddenly fell into a quiet atmosphere, with only the soft sound of the two turning the pages of a book remaining.
Despite the lack of further conversation or interaction, Chris felt a sense of warmth.
But this sense of reassurance didn't last long.
When Chris suddenly sensed something unusual in the room, she immediately turned to look at the person next to her—
At this moment, Gu Xinghe seemed to have fallen asleep, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he were trapped in a dark nightmare.
Seeing this, Chris was about to approach and smooth the other person's brows when she was suddenly stopped by an unexpected sudden stop.
There was no barrier between the two people who were in the same room.
But Chris felt that something was preventing her from getting close to Gu Xinghe.
This was not her imagination—
Because that "thing" that might be called a "domain" truly exists.
It was as if the space in front of her had abruptly ended beneath her feet, drawing a line that separated her from Gu Xinghe.
She tried her best to walk forward, but found that no matter what she did, she was just standing still and there was no way to get any closer to Gu Xinghe.
Then, quite abruptly, Chris felt a pang of heart palpitation, as if it were a warning of her continued approach.
It was a tremor stemming from the instinctive fear of the unknown.
Although nothing seemed out of the ordinary at the moment, Chris was absolutely certain—
It contains substances that cannot be observed even at the microscopic level.
At this moment, it was all around Gu Xinghe, permeating the entire room.
That substance seemed to want to penetrate her body at this moment.
They tried to assimilate her, to eliminate her as an intruder.
In that instant, Chris found herself unable to move.
Tiny bumps began to appear all over her skin.
At this moment, her flesh and blood seemed to have been completely separated from her skin.
She was left with her still relatively conscious mind floating in mid-air.
Looking down at myself, stunned, from a strange third-person perspective.
Not far away, Gu Xinghe was in a strange, deep sleep, sitting on a chair.
She tried to wake Gu Xinghe, who had fallen asleep for unknown reasons.
But he found that the loud shouts he had been making with all his might in his heart were just a few meaningless broken syllables in reality.
I don't know how much time has passed; time seems to have lost its meaning at this moment.
As Chris's consciousness grew increasingly blurred and hazy, she noticed that Gu Xinghe, who had fallen into a deep sleep, finally made a move—
His eyeballs were rolling unnaturally beneath his eyelids, as if he were struggling to wake up.
Then, Gu Xinghe slowly lifted his eyelids, his eyes filled with exhaustion and weariness.
At the same time, Chris also felt the restraints around her frozen body finally dissipate.
When she felt the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the window onto her again, she realized that she had actually been freezing cold all over.
But at this moment, Chris had no interest in paying attention to this strange phenomenon.
She immediately ran to Gu Xinghe's side and grasped his hands, which were even colder than her own.
The temperature transmitted from those hands was unlike that of a human body.
But at this moment, Gu Xinghe, who was completely unaware of this, simply smiled slightly at Chris.
He patted her hand slowly but firmly, as if offering her a final comfort.
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