Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling--!
The ancient pinewood door suddenly swung open from the inside. Maid Miss walked out of the club with a broom in hand and began the day's work—starting with sweeping the area in front of the door and wiping the display windows.
It had already been several days since she had moved the club back from South America. Maid Miss had also grown familiar with the current town, knowing where the market was and when the supermarkets held their sales.
Waiting for discount days before going to the supermarket had gradually become part of her daily routine... Money held no meaning for her, but she did not know when this habit had begun.
It seemed to have started after her current master arrived.
People hurried along the street, all of them rushing to work. You Ye, however, swept the area in front of the door at her own pace amid the crowd. It was as if she overlapped with the people, yet was merely an illusion. She was here, and yet not here.
Suddenly, Maid Miss stopped what she was doing and looked to the side, sensing something. Someone was standing there in a daze, staring at her and at the shop door.
It was a tall fellow with dyed golden hair, carrying another man on his back—Mo Mo and Zhan'er.
"Aren't you the one beside Senior..."
"Would you like to come in and sit for a while?" You Ye only smiled faintly and said softly, "If you don't mind, please allow me to serve the two of you some hot flower tea."
Mo Mo had intended to refuse, but he nodded subconsciously. He then followed the beautiful woman into the strange shop.
The temperature seemed to turn comfortable in an instant. Although it was the depth of winter