Xie Yan whispered: "You continue to sleep and don't make any noise."

The maid lay back again and watched Xie Yan go away. She began to have wild thoughts in her mind: When will it be my turn? I don't know if the princess agrees. Alas, I really want to eat the pastries made by Mr. Lang. They must be very delicious.

Qingluan was crying in the room, sobbing softly on the pillow.

She didn't know why she was crying, she just felt aggrieved. Like a beggar waiting for alms, but in the end he was tricked by the rich.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Young lady, I'm coming in."

Qingluan suddenly stopped sobbing, feeling ashamed and happy, and quickly got up and lit the lamp.

Xie Yan pushed open the door and walked in: "Aren't you asleep yet?"

"Um."

Qingluan responded, turned his back, and quietly wiped away his tears.

She used a kerosene lighter to light the kerosene lamp.

The room suddenly became bright, and Xie Yan saw a man wearing only underwear, with his smooth and white shoulders and back exposed.

The thrill of eating secretly became more and more intense, and he had been craving for Qingluan's body for a long time.

Without saying anything more at this moment, he walked over in a few steps and hugged Qingluan from behind: "Good sister, you miss me so much."

Qingluan trembled all over, feeling that his legs were weak and unable to stand, and he breathed quickly and said: "Don't call me sister, that is the proper title for princess."

"I'm going to call, Sister Qingluan, Sister Qingluan..." Xie Yan leaned into her ear and kept talking.

"Well, well, I'm listening, I can only shout like this tonight." Qingluan was very happy. She knew she shouldn't do this, it was like stealing something from the princess, but she really liked this sense of immoral stealing.

Just as Xie Yan was about to pick him up, Qingluan said, "Wait a minute."

Xie Yan didn't understand its meaning.

Qingluan broke away from his arms and ran to the drawer to get a pair of red candles. He also took out a wine flask and a wine glass from somewhere.

Light the red candle and fill the wine glass.

Qingluan looked solemn, raised his glass and said: "I am from a humble background, so I am not worthy of marrying Liu Lang. I just want to stop drinking wine like a princess on her wedding night. From now on, I will be abandoned by Liu Lang when I grow old and lose my beauty."

I am a slave and I am willing to do so, and I will have no regrets in this life."

Xie Yan originally came here with the intention of having an affair, but when he heard these words, he suddenly felt a little ashamed.

I am ashamed of both the princess and Qingluan.

I am such a scumbag, these girls in ancient times were so easy to deceive.

Xie Yan raised three fingers: "I, Xie Yan, swear here that I will never abandon Qingluan in this life. If I violate this oath..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Qingluan reached out and pressed his mouth, already extremely moved, thinking that he had met his beloved.

Under Qingluan's loving eyes, Xie Yan raised his glass, crossed his arms and drank the wine.

Qingluan turned around and put out the kerosene lamp, leaving only two red candles burning. He bowed his head shyly and said, "Please take pity on me, Liulang."
Chapter completed!