Ansjian's heart, which had finally calmed down, was turbulent again.

As long as it is bigger, it can turn into huge waves and completely sink his heart.

Yan'er didn't know what was happening here, and even if she knew it, her heart could no longer be quiet.

I leaned against the workbench and held the needle and thread, but I didn't move for a long time.

She told herself not to think about the scene at that time, but that scene took root in her mind. The more she thought about not thinking about it, the more it appeared in her mind.

Yan'er had to use other methods to divert her attention.

And that method is clothes.

She embroidered the pattern stitch by stitch according to the previous plan.

It was at this time that she remembered that there was no need to measure the size of Ans paper now.

Clothes are related to fabrics, but they have nothing to do with the pattern.

Her patterns are all fixed, just put the corresponding patterns in the corresponding position when cutting.

What's more, her previous visual inspections did not seem to be much different from those measured.

Yan'er thought that embroidery in the room could avoid and reduce the meeting with Ansjian, but the teapot butler and teacun wife didn't think so.

How can we get along with each other if we don’t get along with each other?

Together they tricked Ansjian into Yan'er's room.

An Sijian thought something really happened to Yan'er, so he hurriedly ran downstairs, but Yan'er sat there embroidered nothing.

Instead, his appearance scared her and stabbed the needle on her finger.

Ansjian quickly held her hand and put it in his mouth to suck it gently.

The smell of blood came to his mouth, and he frowned slightly discomfort.

A red light flashed in his eyes.

Yan'er was shocked by his movements, and a soft sound came from her fingertips, and there was a numb feeling. The strange feeling made her body tremble.

After a while, Ansjian stopped.

Looking at the small mark on his finger, he shouted unhappily: "Butler."

"Master, is there anything wrong?" said the teapot butler outside the door.

"Go and get the medicine box."

Hearing this, the teapot butler who had been pulling the door outside and preventing Ansjian from leaving quickly pushed the door open and asked nervously: "Master, are you injured?"

"I'll ask you to get the medical box!" Ansjian said again.

Suddenly, I felt that the butler who had been with him for many years was a little unwise. Could it be that he is older?

Yan'er looked at the wound on her fingers, then looked at the teapot butler who was about to leave, and said in a soft voice: "That, teapot butler, you don't need to take the medicine box."

"You are injured and you must bandage it." Ansjian said with a tough attitude.

Yan'er was silent.

Her wound was not deep after being stabbed by the needle, and it was probably going to disappear after a while.

The teapot housekeeper brought the medicine box over, An Sijian gently pinched his fingers and carefully applied the medicine.

Ansjian's attitude and the appearance of taking medicine made her feel that she was hurt very seriously, even very painful.

However, it actually doesn't hurt at all.

Yan'er looked carefully and found that the wound had already scabbed.

Looking to the side, the teapot housekeeper seemed even more nervous.

Yan'er... Maybe this is the delicate life of living in the castle.
Chapter completed!