After I was reborn, I became a supporting villain

Chapter 122 [One Hundred Twenty Two] Molestation

Yiru seemed to be petrified, watching Yunyu walk into the house, she swallowed in a daze, then clasped her hands together, looked at the sky devoutly and said, "God bless, God bless the master not to kill me! "

Then Yiru bowed three times to Qingci's room door like burning incense and worshiping Buddha, and then ran away, muttering, "Master! It's not that the servant will not help you, and the servant is helpless. There is nothing I can do. Master, please don't blame the servant, the master's favor of not killing, the servant will remember it as a great kindness for the rest of his life, and the servant will slip away first!"

Yiru trotted all the way to the backyard where the clothes were dried, and while running, he didn't forget to look back at Qingci's direction, for fear that he would suddenly hear a scream.

Then she's definitely done.

There is no need to live tonight.

Fortunately, she was careful all the way and didn't seem to hear any strange calls.

"Sneaky, what are you doing?" Yan'an's voice suddenly appeared in Yiru's ear.

Yiru was startled, but she didn't expect that it was not Qingci who screamed first, but herself. To cover up her embarrassment, she took a few steps back and straightened her skirt.

"I'm asking you something." Yan'an continued to look down at him.

"Ah?" Yi Ru pretended not to hear, "What?"

Yan'an shook his head helplessly, and sighed, "Others are pretending to be stupid, but you are exposing your true nature."

"What do you mean?" Yiru suddenly lowered his face, "You think I'm stupid, don't you? Don't think I can't hear it!"

An imperceptible smile slipped across the corner of Yan'an's mouth, and he turned around and was about to leave.

"Dead wood." Yiru cursed viciously.

Seeing Yan'an walking away, she angrily walked slowly towards the courtyard where the clothes are dried.

She looked at it for a long time, and there were a lot of clothes hanging on the bamboo pole, but she didn't know which one was clean.

Usually, this kind of thing is done by the maidservants. At most, she helps Qingci to dress up and pour water. She collects and washes clothes, but she really has never done it for Qingci.

She looked around for a long time, but still couldn't make a decision.

After thinking about it carefully, the master... said to change clothes, one is because her clothes are dirty, and the other... is because her clothes are too small, and the tail is too big, it is stretched and cannot cover it.

Why not choose a big one for her.

Yiru clapped his hands, feeling that he was really extremely smart.

Thinking about it, she began to choose among the dazzling array of clothes, and she didn't know whose clothes belonged to them.

Looking left and right, I saw a rather large dress, ivory white, and the embroidery on the hem could be said to be extremely delicate.

Well, yes, Yiru nodded secretly.

Just when she was about to take off her clothes and take them away, she suddenly found that she couldn't pull them off.

She had no choice but to let go of her hand, only to see that the clothes were ripped away from the other side in an instant.

Curious, she poked her head over and saw Yan'an standing there with her clothes in her arms.

"What are you doing to steal my clothes?" Yiru angrily stepped forward and grabbed one end of the clothes.

"This is my master's clothes." Yan'an replied indifferently.

"Your master's?" Yiru said, pulling the clothes into his bosom, "That's just right, lend it to our master to wear, and return it someday."

"No!" Yan'an said and planned to pull the clothes back.

"You said you won't borrow it if you don't want to borrow it?" Yiru pulled the clothes into his arms with a strong force, and the satin quality of the clothes was really good, so it was never torn.

How could Yan'an have imagined that a little girl, Pianzi, was so strong that she threw herself towards her.

"Indecent——"

　Deep condolences to the anti-epidemic martyrs and deceased compatriots.

　　(Quiet Mimi, by the way, please ask for a wave of recommendation tickets)

　　


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