"Little husband, what are you doing?"
Qin Yi was just about to turn off the light and leave when Duan Yiyi’s voice suddenly sounded behind him, almost making him jump.
"Shh!"
Qin Yi turned around and made a quiet gesture to Duan Yiyi, turned off the light, and quietly closed the door.
Duan Yiyi, wearing a thin nightgown, stared at Qin Yi with wide eyes, looking incredulous. She had originally gotten up to go to the bathroom but unexpectedly saw Qin Yi in Yun ngyao’s room.
Qin Yi was full of embarrassnt; being caught by Duan Yiyi in Yun ngyao’s room could easily lead to misunderstandings.
"Little husband, you and Yun ngyao..."
"Don’t talk nonsense, there’s nothing between us. I just have so questions I want to ask her."
Duan Yiyi looked skeptical: "What kind of question needs to be asked at this ti?"
Qin Yi rubbed his nose: "It is a bit late, but this matter is very important, I have to find her."
Duan Yiyi sniffed: "I know the big beauty’s pregnancy is frustrating for you, if you want, you can ask . Why Yun ngyao? Her chest isn’t as big as mine."
Qin Yi almost spat out in surprise.
"Yiyi, it’s really not what you think."
"Then what is it? You just want to taste the fragrance of the Saintess of the Feather Clan. Isn’t she pretty? Isn’t her figure good enough?"
Qin Yi: "..."
"Yiyi, I really just wanted to ask Yun ngyao sothing, absolutely not anything else."
"But you crawled under Yun ngyao’s skirt. You’re definitely interested in her. Why ask now of all tis? You must want to steal fragrance and jade."
Qin Yi was dumbfounded; that Liu Yiren must have told Duan Yiyi about him crawling under Yun ngyao’s skirt.
"Yiyi, haven’t you understood my character after all this ti?"
Duan Yiyi sniffled, looking heartbroken: "Little husband, do you dislike ?"
"Why would you say that? Why would I dislike you?"
"Then do you think I’m pretty?"
"Pretty."
"Then is my figure good?"
"Good."
"Then why are you willing to find Yun ngyao but not willing to touch ?"
Qin Yi: "..."
He really felt like crying without tears, wondering why he impulsively went into Yun ngyao’s room. Truly self-inflicted trouble.
"Yiyi, Yun ngyao has a fiancé, and this is at ho. Think about it, how could I do such a beastly thing under Xiaobing’s watch?"
If he didn’t settle with Duan Yiyi now, the house would probably be lively tomorrow.
"So you’re saying you can do beastly things outside then?"
Qin Yi: "..."
"Yiyi, you have to trust my character."
Duan Yiyi pouted dissatisfied: "But I saw you with my own eyes coming out of Yun ngyao’s room in the dead of night."
Qin Yi rubbed his forehead: "I really had sothing to ask her."
"Isn’t it just that kind of thing, I can do it too."
Qin Yi: "..."
The more he tried to explain, the worse it got.
Qin Yi helplessly: "Yiyi, it’s not what you think. Hurry and go back to sleep, just pretend you were dreaming and saw nothing."
Duan Yiyi blinked her gemstone-like eyes: "Little husband, do you want to keep your secret?"
Qin Yi felt like crying without tears: "Yes, help keep the secret, I know you can do it, right?"
"Little husband, you really do have an unspeakable relationship with Yun ngyao. You’re too much, aren’t you betraying the big beauty who’s pregnant?"
Qin Yi suddenly felt like crying; it was like dealing with a stubborn soldier with no way to reason.
"Little husband, I can help keep your secret, but there are conditions."
"What conditions?"
"If you want to find a woman again, you must consider first."
Qin Yi: "..."
"If you don’t agree, I’ll tell the big beauty about this tomorrow."
Qin Yi helplessly: "Fine, I’ll consider you first."
"Let’s pinky swear." Duan Yiyi stepped forward, extending her fair little pinky finger.
Qin Yi grumpily extended his pinky, hooking it with Duan Yiyi’s.
"Little husband, repeat after . Pinky swear, hang oneself, a hundred years without changing."
Qin Yi’s mouth twitched several tis, awkwardly saying: "Pinky swear, hang oneself, a hundred years without changing."
"Alright! Keep your word, or you’ll be a puppy."
"Little husband, I will definitely keep your secret. Love you, little husband, goodnight."
Duan Yiyi waved her hand, bouncing happily back to her room. But stopped at the door, patted her little head, muttering, "I was going to the bathroom. Right, go to the bathroom, almost forgot because I was too happy."
Three black lines appeared on Qin Yi’s forehead, utterly speechless.
Shaking his head, he went upstairs, opened Xia Yanbing’s room door, but quietly backed out again. Because Lin Hongzhuang, that horrible woman, was occupying his spot.
Sigh...
Life is tough, Qin Yi sighed.
Going downstairs, Qin Yi sat on the sofa.
The arrival of Yun ngyao took up the last room in the house, leaving him, the host, to squeeze onto the sofa.
What kind of situation is this?
It seems like he needs to find a bigger place, maybe a manor since he now had the ans.
"Little husband, aren’t you going to sleep?"
Duan Yiyi ca out of the bathroom, looking at Qin Yi curiously.
Qin Yi helplessly: "My place was taken by your sister Linlin."
Duan Yiyi was indignant: "That woman is so annoying. If the big beauty weren’t pregnant, I would invite you to sleep in my room."
"Hmm?" Qin Yi was surprised, "Why?"
"Because the big beauty is pregnant, it’s hard on her. If we do sothing to wrong her, it would be too unkind. I like you, but we can’t wrong the big beauty either."
Qin Yi couldn’t help but smile, this girl had her priorities straight.
"Little husband, goodnight! Rest well." Duan Yiyi waved and returned to her room.
Qin Yi sighed, lying on the sofa and dozing off.
In a daze, Qin Yi felt soone covering him with a blanket.
He instinctively opened his eyes and saw it was Qin Wan’er.
"Brother, sorry, did I wake you?" Qin Wan’er said apologetically.
Qin Yi noticed it was already daylight.
It seed like he had just closed his eyes, how did it beco daylight?
"Brother, why don’t you sleep in the room?"
Qin Yi helplessly said: "It’s a long story."
Qin Wan’er adjusted Qin Yi’s blanket: "Brother, rest a bit more. I’ll call you when breakfast is ready."
"Okay!" Qin Yi slowly closed his eyes but suddenly opened them again, "Why should you do all the work? We do have maids, let Yun ngyao get up and help you."
Qin Wan’er smiled gently: "Brother, she’s the Saintess of the Feather Clan, at least be polite to her. You can’t treat Miss Yun as a maid, right? I can handle it, rest a bit more."
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