However, once he saw the tall and burly No. 7, even if she didn't want to go, he would carry her there.
Yu Yuanyuan said nothing more and slowly walked towards the secret room.
Yu Yuanyuan leaned against the door, but still couldn't take a step in. She couldn't help showing pleading eyes.
Maybe it's because No. 7 once saved her, so she still has a glimmer of hope, but she also forgot that No. 7 only listens to one person's words and obeys one person's orders.
"Go in, Miss Yu." No. 7 was even a little dissatisfied with her. After all, she took Wu Xin's position as soon as she came.
Secretly, he is still optimistic about Miss Wu Xin and the young master. Wu Xin likes to be active and the young master likes to be quiet. They complement each other perfectly.
As for the woman in front of him, he really couldn't see where she would be suitable for the young master.
Yu Yuanyuan walked in slowly, and No. 7 was about to close the door, but Yu Yuanyuan ran out again, "I know you obey Xia Zihao's order, but I beg you, can you not close the door tightly and leave a little light?
I'm fine, I will never run out."
"I'm sorry." No. 7's expression was expressionless, unmoved.
Yu Yuanyuan still pushed No. 7 back, and the door was closed heavily in front of her.
There is no light at all
Yu Yuanyuan shrunk and leaned against the wall, trying hard to overcome the fear that surged in her mind.
Actually it's nothing, nothing, nothing
But I still feel like something keeps touching and crawling on my skin, and I feel like something is crawling all over my body.
She remembered that when she was a child, the first time she was locked up in a small dark room by the young master, Xiao Qing, the young master's adopted son, ran in.
At that time, she didn't know that something was wrapped around her body. When she reached out to touch it, it was cold and slippery, and it was like sticking out her tongue and touching her skin.
"ah--"
Yu Yuanyuan screamed, don't think, don't think, don't think, there is nothing now, nothing
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"Master, are you really ignoring her for three days?" A slender hand slowly touched Xia Zihao's chest and lit a fire on it very skillfully.
Xia Zihao pulled her hand away unhappily, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, you understand."