Chapter 162 With a girl, all is well; Unfamiliar long hair
The traveler returning home late at night
It did not disturb the quiet night of the Deer Park much.
Even the doorman who opened the door was only slightly surprised before going back to doze off.
Few dreams were disturbed.
The red lanterns in the corridor swayed in the evening breeze, casting shimmering light onto a silver-haired girl walking briskly.
The closer one gets to the depths of the Plum Deer Garden, the more one finds Ouyang Rong's residence in the plum grove courtyard.
The more Ye Weilai looked at him, the more at ease she felt.
But her initially hurried steps slowed down more and more.
Thump, thump—!
In contrast, beneath the girl's rather large breasts, her heart was beating rapidly.
In the quiet corridor, the sound seemed to be magnified a hundredfold, echoing in her ears.
When Ye Weilai finally arrived at the plum grove courtyard, her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.
A timid and hesitant expression appeared on her face, somewhat like the feeling of being more timid as one gets closer to home.
Will the owner be angry?
The maidservant disobeyed and returned without permission?
Ye Weilai's already slow, tortoise-like pace came to a complete halt.
Her graceful figure stood still in the shadows of the trees outside the courtyard gate.
It's so late, the owner should already be asleep.
Will he be angry if I wake him up?
Ye Weilai began to wander back and forth in the dappled shadows of the trees, occasionally turning her head to glance at the dark courtyard in front of her.
The dark courtyard was calm and profound.
Ye Weilai felt it was just like when the owner sat at the desk with his eyes down, not saying a word.
At that moment, a high wall, seemingly made of thin air, blocked the girl's path.
Her legs felt like they were made of lead, and she couldn't lift them.
Ye Weilai suddenly took out a red brocade pouch hanging around her neck from her collar, clenched it with her five fingers, and clearly felt the hard outline of the two copper coins inside.
Suddenly, a strange emotion welled up in the girl's heart.
Her nose tingled with emotion, and she suddenly rushed forward without hesitation.
With a clang, the courtyard gate was pushed open.
The silver-haired girl rushed to the main house like a swallow returning to its nest.
She really, really wanted to stay by her owner's side.
The outside world is unfamiliar, filled with unfamiliar people.
The whole world treated her like a freak they avoided.
However, these were never the sharpest knives that truly harmed her.
Because from childhood to adulthood, Ye Weilai had long suffered from scorn and cold looks.
What truly terrified Ye Weilai was the one in ten thousand chance of losing her master.
The journey to Nanlong is long and arduous, with high mountains and long rivers.
Accidents can happen at any time on the road.
Life is unpredictable; we are born, grow old, get sick, and die.
Both she and the owner who remained in Longcheng County could encounter accidents.
This makes it impossible for them to reunite.
When they parted, they said they would reunite in a few months.
However, how many promises of reunion made before parting can be fulfilled in this world?
These days on the road, she was always troubled by a sense of melancholy, as if she were about to say goodbye to her master forever.
Even though reason tells Ye Weilai that, given her master's wisdom and the protection of Miss Xie and others, the possibility of this happening is extremely small.
It might be as low as one in ten thousand.
However, anxiety and worry about loved ones never require rationality.
Because she couldn't bear the possibility of even a one in ten thousand chance of the outcome.
Ye Weilai arrived in front of the main house.
Their previously hurried pace suddenly slowed down.
Her movements also became lighter.
It seemed to realize that its owner might be dreaming.
Standing at the door, Ye Weilai took a deep breath.
Squeak—
With a soft sound, the main room door opened.
Ye Wei tiptoed into the house and quietly closed the door.
Her eyes had long since adapted to the darkness, and she was extremely familiar with the house.
Perhaps due to some nervousness, the girl's breathing sounded somewhat rapid.
There was also a heartbeat.
Ye Weilai paused in front of the door and glanced back at the direction of the inner room.
She covered her chest to calm herself down, then carefully walked towards the bed.
Hmm, what's that smell?
As her breathing gradually calmed down, she belatedly wrinkled her nose.
The room seemed to be filled with a strong sandalwood scent.
Ye Weilai frowned slightly.
Especially since she had just been outside, and then suddenly went inside, she was naturally particularly sensitive to the smells in the air.
But at this moment...
"Bang--"
A slight sound suddenly came from the inner room.
It seems someone has bumped into something.
"Owner?"
Ye Weilai was taken aback and blurted out.
"You're awake?" I asked tentatively.
Without waiting for a reply from the person inside the room, tears welled up in her eyes.
Like a lost animal that has finally found its home, the silver-haired girl rushed into the inner room and threw herself into the arms of the dark figure on the bed without a care.
"Master! It was disobedient of your servant to run away from home with Madam and return without permission. Your servant is willing to be punished. You...you may spank my bottom, Master..."
Ye Weilai's words, filled with sadness, grievance, and coquettishness, poured out like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.
He held tightly to the warm, familiar chest of the young man on the bed.
It can happen very quickly.
Ye Weilai's face, which was sniffing, froze for a moment.
Ouyang Rong's breathing remained regular and rhythmic.
"Master...Master?"
He doesn't seem to be awake.
Ye Weilai realized what was happening, and blankly let go of the embrace, looking around.
What was that sound just now?
Ye Weilai suddenly reached out and touched the bed sheet near the edge of the bed where she was lying.
A strange warmth, not belonging to her, flowed from the sheets into her palm.
Doesn't the master only sleep in the bed? Why is this place warm?
Could it be that the owner just sleepwalked and turned over to sleep here?
In the darkness, the silver-haired girl frowned, let go of her hand, turned over, and tried to get out of bed to light the lamp.
At this moment.
“Wei…Wei Lai…”
Beside her, the young man wrapped in a blanket, whom she was holding, muttered something.
Ye Weilai paused, turning back to explain, "Master, you're awake? Your servant..."
But the next second, her mouth was covered.
Still half asleep, Ouyang Rong rubbed his eyes and gently and lazily pulled Ye Weilai into his arms. The two of them snuggled into the warm blankets together.
Ouyang Rong mumbled in his sleep, "No...don't kick off the blanket...don't cry..."
Ye Weilai: "..."
Ouyang Rong did not seem to wake up; he was still drowsy and even seemed to be in a daze.
They didn't even react when Ye Weilai returned.
It seems... like a dream?
Ye Weilai was enveloped by her master's intense and warm masculine aura, and couldn't help but smack her lips, somewhat speechless.
Ouyang Rong forcefully wrapped his strong arms around her hips and waist, making her momentarily forget about the strange noises that had just occurred to her.
However, Ye Weilai blushed and paused for a moment.
Her slightly flushed face rubbed against a spot on Ouyang Rong's chest.
Hmm, why is the fabric of the undershirt on the owner's chest damp? The owner must have been drooling in their sleep, but shouldn't drool drip onto the pillow? Why is it dripping onto their chest? What kind of sleeping position is that?
Or perhaps it was a tear she inadvertently wiped away when she rushed in and hugged her master, but did she really have that many tears...?
Ye Weilai tried hard to recall and ponder.
But gradually, as she was held in Ouyang Rong's arms, she felt her eyelids getting heavy, and her eyelids kept opening and closing, as if they were fighting.
Consciousness felt like it was slowly sinking into a cotton candy-like cloud.
The room was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and the masculine aroma emanating from Ouyang Rong.
Ye Weilai closed her eyes in a daze.
It seemed as if the deepest dreams had been awakened.
The girl's last vestige of consciousness was...
Hmm, it's pitch black, how did the master know she was crying?
Inside the main house, the previous silence returned.
However, just a moment later, two more rhythmic, slumbering breaths could be heard.
At some point.
"Eh..."
From somewhere in the dark inner room, beside the bed, a faint, eerie sigh came from an unknown woman.
Under the moonlight, beneath the bed, three pairs of shoes were faintly visible.
Besides Ouyang Rong and Ye Weilai's shoes, there was also an extra pair of embroidered shoes.
Before long, the embroidered shoes disappeared.
The night remained quiet.
But as dawn approached, the sandalwood incense in the room gradually faded.
...
early morning.
The courtyard was filled with the sounds of insects chirping and birds singing.
Before Ouyang Rong even opened his eyes, he sensed that something was wrong.
What is this thing in my arms?
Subconsciously, he carefully stroked it up and down with both hands.
Then he suddenly opened his eyes and instantly woke up.
Ouyang Rong threw back the covers, his eyes widening as he stared at the peacefully sleeping girl's face that had suddenly appeared in his arms.
However, after seeing the girl's silver hair and familiar appearance, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it wasn't Aqing or any other woman.
However, Ouyang Rong's tone still sounded somewhat incredulous:
"Wei Lai? You... what are you doing here?"
Her snow-white skin felt a little cool in the air. Ye Weilai, still half asleep, reached behind her to pull the blankets back and continue sleeping, but failed.
The silver-haired girl, who had been subjected to the torture of having her blankets pulled off, immediately opened her sleepy eyes wider. She looked around, like a drowsy groundhog peeking out of its hole, and muttered something while rubbing her sleepy eyes:
"Master...you're awake. What...what time is it?"
Ouyang Rong was speechless for a while, and his brows gradually furrowed in seriousness.
Ye Weilai, standing before me, was disheveled, revealing glimpses of her fair and radiant skin around her waist, legs, and hips. Her shoulders were incredibly smooth, her face flushed, and her starry eyes were hazy…
Seeing his white-haired maidservant looking pitiful and clumsy after just waking up, he helplessly reached out, grabbed the quilt, and covered her with it.
Ye Weilai's sudden return has also made Ouyang Rong lose interest in doing morning exercises.
In fact, regarding the scene before him
He had a vague idea of what was going on.
Ouyang Rong wrapped the white-haired maid in a quilt and lifted her up into a sitting position.
The two faced each other. Ouyang Rong sat on the bed, while Ye Weilai knelt lazily on top of him.
Ye Weilai's delicate body was wrapped in a pale blue quilt, with only her small, white-haired head peeking out.
However, Ye Weilai, who had been woken up, gradually regained her senses and became more serious. She secretly rolled her eyes and glanced at her master's increasingly serious expression.
"Tell me, what happened?" Ouyang Rong asked with a stern face.
Ye Weilai shrank back.
The courage she mustered up last night when she came home was like a game of hide-and-seek with her; she couldn't find it anywhere now.
"Master, I was wrong..."
"Stop pretending, just say it, I'm listening."
Ouyang Rong pressed down on Ye Weilai's smooth little hand, which was reaching out from under him like a snake, and tucked it into the quilt. He then straightened her pitiful little head and said in a very gentlemanly manner.
"..."
Ye Weilai had no doubt that if her reasoning wasn't convincing, her master could immediately carry her and her bedding away and dump her on the street.
Seeing that Ouyang Rong's expression was darkening, Ye Weilai quickly recounted everything that had happened to her along the way.
The silver-haired girl dared not hide anything from him.
Finally, she tilted her head back, looked at Ouyang Rong, a few strands of silvery-white hair clinging to her slightly parted pink lips, and added:
"Master, I had a dream. In the dream, when I returned from the ancestral worship ceremony in Nanlong with Madam, you disappeared. We couldn't find you anywhere..."
The girl's voice trembled weakly.
It's like a little animal that's been thrown out of its den by its parents, wailing pitifully.
Ouyang Rong listened silently, then, seemingly avoiding her gaze, turned to look at the empty room outside the bed.
The harsh words I wanted to say were quietly swallowed back down.
There was no sound for a moment.
I don't know why.
His initial anger upon waking was largely extinguished by Ye Weilai's pair of gray-blue eyes, which were brimming with tears.
Ye Weilai's small hand reached out from under the covers again, timidly grasping the hem of Ouyang Rong's clothes, her voice soft and sweet: "Master..."
I'll deal with you later, get up first!
Ouyang Rong glared at her and shook his head.
"Yay!"
Ye Weilai hurriedly threw off the covers and got out of bed, straightening her dress on her slender body in front of the bed.
She skillfully fetched Ouyang Rong's long robe and happily helped him dress.
Seeing the white-haired maid's delighted expression, Ouyang Rong shook his head speechlessly and got out of bed as well.
Ye Weilai stood very close to Ouyang Rong, draped a long robe over his shoulders, and then wrapped her arms around his waist to fasten his belt.
Ye Weilai suddenly hugged Ouyang Rong, stood on tiptoe, and lightly pecked his lips several times.
"What are you doing? I didn't brush my teeth." Ouyang Rong, who had been ambushed, leaned back speechlessly.
Ye Weilai shook her head, her small face stubborn:
“Mother said that you should boldly hug and kiss the person you like… I like my master’s scent, I like it so much, I like it so much…”
Ouyang Rong: "..."
Indeed, the land of gentle pleasures is a hero's grave.
Feeling the warmth emanating from the living person in his arms, Ouyang Rong's face showed a moment of hesitation and uncertainty.
Ouyang Rong, who was being embraced by Ye Weilai, silently turned his head and looked out the window towards the direction of Yilan Pavilion in the Su family mansion.
He thought of his junior sister again...
Perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for several days, the white-haired maid was unusually clingy, like a piece of chewing gum.
The two lingered for a while longer in the early morning before leisurely parting ways.
Having recently finished dealing with the Liu family's affairs, Ouyang Rong wasn't in a hurry to go to the Longcheng County government office for his shift too early today.
After washing up and getting dressed, he turned and went to his desk.
Ye Weilai then expertly tidied up the room.
As she passed the desk, she caught a glimpse of Ouyang Rong hunched over it, writing intently, as if he were practicing calligraphy or something.
But he kept writing the same word.
"Master, why do you keep writing the character '安' (peace/safety)?"
Ouyang Rong didn't look up, and said calmly, "Didn't you notice that the character '安' is quite interesting?"
"Hmm, what does it mean?"
“If you look at the character ‘安’ separately, the top part is a house and the bottom part is a woman.”
Ouyang Rong put down his pen, sighed wistfully, and said in a meaningful tone: "A man can only feel at ease when there is a woman in the house."
"Hmm, that seems to be it."
Ye Wei lightly tapped her chin with her index finger, a thoughtful look on her face, and asked again:
"Then, what about the word 'home'?"
"The house is home to pigs and hogs, so it's a place of plenty where people can eat, drink, and be merry. As they say, the ancient sages didn't create characters out of thin air."
It's no challenge for him at all.
"That really is..." Ye Weilai nodded, then asked curiously, "What about the character 'banquet'?"
Ouyang Rong blurted out, "Having sex in the house..."
He was speechless.
Ye Weilai's eyes lit up again: "Hmm, and the character '晏' too, what's the meaning of that, Master? How did the ancients create it?"
"..."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand dismissively, "Go away, go do your own thing, why are you meddling in all this?"
Ye Weilai stuck out her little tongue and turned to make the bed and fold the quilt; the other person also put down his pen and suddenly lost interest in writing.
At one point, the silver-haired girl with her buttocks sticking out on the bed suddenly stopped moving.
She pulled a long, beautiful black hair from the pillow with two fingers.
It's longer than its owner's hair.
"Master, I'm not here. Who's been tidying up the rooms?" Ye Weilai suddenly asked.
“Ah Qing,” Ouyang Rong said casually.
"Oh... Master, how is your relationship with Miss Xie going now? Did you bring her to our bed before?"
"???"
Ouyang Rong said speechlessly, "What kind of question is that? I've told you countless times, we have a normal senior-junior relationship."
"knew."
Ye Weilai frowned slightly:
"Does Aqing have hair this long...? Whose is this?"
She murmured to herself, and then, as if recalling something from last night, her eyelids drooped slightly.
Ouyang Rong looked at him curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
"No...it's nothing."
A delicate, fair hand quietly tucked a strand of long, glossy black hair into its sleeve...
(End of this chapter)
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