Chapter 461

Hiss... This is killing intent... This is blatant killing intent... Han Yu is taking this way a bit too seriously...

"You're joking to the point where you're half-naked and lying next to Wu Liang, trying to seduce him, huh?"

Han Yu reached out and lifted Qiao Xinying's chin, looking down at her slightly pale face.

This woman is really not to be underestimated; she'll sneak off to take a shortcut if you're not careful. Ugh... what a nuisance... Why did she help this guy this morning...?

"Hmm... would you believe me if I said this was an accident...?"

Qiao Xinying raised her small face and said in a serious tone. In fact, she had just intended to tease Wu Liang, but she went a little too far later.

The two were now practically touching; if they got any closer, they could almost touch each other's noses.

But this ambiguous scene seemed terrifying to Qiao Xinying, especially Han Yu's gloomy, almost ink-black face, which made her extremely fearful.

So this is what she looks like when she gets angry. It turns out she wasn't particularly angry when we first met at the library...

"Young Master, I am very sorry to have disturbed your rest. Please forgive Yao Shi's rudeness."

Yao Shi took off her shoes and walked barefoot to Wu Liang's side, bowing her head apologetically. However, her eyes were fixed on Qiao Xinying, who was being questioned by Han Yu.

If I remember correctly, Miss Qiao Xinying once said that she and the young master were just ordinary childhood friends, and there was no other emotional connection between them.

Miss Qiao herself admitted to her that she would not develop romantic feelings for the young master, nor would she regard him as an object of affection.

The fiancée is merely a verbal agreement to maintain relations between the families; the young master does not have a fiancée, and Miss Qiao is at most just a friend of the young master.

But why... why is Miss Qiao's current behavior completely different from what she said back then...? She clearly stated she wouldn't be interested in the young master...

"Young master, since none of us can sleep anyway, how about we play some games now?"

Milutin, who was rummaging through the cupboard, exclaimed as if he had discovered some treasure.

She rummaged through all the bedding and pillows in the closet, picked up a pillow and weighed it a couple of times, a strange smile immediately appearing on her lips.

"Ah, this is fun! I played it with my friends when I was in junior high school."

Ning Shuang, sitting on the ground, was also stunned when she saw the pillows all over the ground. Pillow fight, this is really a game that makes people miss it.

"Milutin, I don't have much time for you right now..."

The flying pillow that came at him interrupted his words, Wu Liang instinctively dodged to the side to avoid the initial attack.

Just as he was about to give Milutin a good talking-to about not messing around, a chill ran down his spine from behind...

Chapter Sixty-Two

"..."

Looking at Yao Shi, who had been accurately hit by the flying pillow, Wu Liang swallowed hard and instinctively moved his body back.

Well, this has nothing to do with him. It was Milutin who unilaterally provoked Yao Shi. Yes, that's it.

He has no other thoughts besides sleeping, so even if Yao Shi wanted to vent her anger, she wouldn't take it out on him.

"Forehead..."

"Ahem, young master! Why did you dodge just now? You were clearly my target!"

"Did you know Yao Shi was right behind you and that's why you deliberately hid? Damn it, I never thought you were so cunning."

When Milutin saw that she had hit Yao Shi, his heart tightened. "Damn it, of all people to hit, she had to hit such a jinx."

Her brain was racing; she needed to find a plausible excuse to cover it up.

Yao Shi's anger had serious consequences, especially after experiencing it once or twice. Now she didn't want to provoke that girl at all.

"Huh? What are you talking about? How could I intentionally dodge so you would hit Yao..."

"Milutin".

Wu Liang was interrupted halfway through his sentence. Yao Shi slowly removed the face pillow and looked at Milutin with a cold expression.

When she saw the dozens of pillows lying at the other person's feet, her already unpleasant expression turned even darker, as if ink could drip from them.

"I warned you before that we are only here to check if the young master is getting enough rest."

"And I specifically told you not to bother the young master, not to cause him any trouble, and not to do anything meaningless."

She stood up, supporting herself on the floor with her small hands. Her fair and delicate feet made a creaking sound as she stepped on the floor. Yao Shi clutched the pillow in her hand and walked toward Milutin.

She casually tossed the pillow aside, took out a hair tie from her pocket, and neatly tied her long hair, which had been falling loosely behind her, into a high ponytail.

"He's ignored my warnings time and time again; it seems I've been too indulgent these past few days..."

Swoosh

Before Yao Shi could reach Milutin and give him a good scolding, another sharp whooshing sound rang in her ears.

Without any hesitation, Yao Shi's killer instincts kicked in, and her body reacted instantly upon hearing the sound.

He took a small step back with his left foot and adjusted his body angle in less than a second.

Her long, jet-black hair flowed like a black torrent, and Yao Shi suddenly twisted her body to the right.

Her long, slender, snow-white legs flashed past like silver meteors streaking across the night, and a cannon-like leg whip slammed into the flying pillow that was hurtling towards her with lightning speed.

With a muffled thud, the flying pillow exploded the moment it made contact with Yao Shi's calf.

The feathers inside the pillow floated into the air like snowflakes, and countless feathers landed all over the room.

"Wow, that's really impressive skill..."

Ning Shuang, who had intended to play a prank, was startled by what she saw.

Good heavens... Miss Shi actually kicked that pillow so hard it burst... Just how much force did she use...?

Not to mention the force of that kick, she hadn't even seen Miss Shi's movements clearly.

What exactly happened just as the pillow was about to hit the other person? How did Miss Shi Yaoshi manage to turn around and counterattack under such extreme circumstances?

"If... if Miss Shi had kicked a person's neck instead of a pillow..."

"It would definitely break, if it was that last blow."

Sitting next to Ning Shuang, He Xue hugged two large white pillows and said with a smile, "It will definitely break; there's no doubt about it."

Miss Shi is a genuine Combat Maid; ordinary people would definitely be no match for her.

"Oh no..."

Looking at the fluff scattered all over the ground, Yao Shi realized that she had gone a bit too far.

Ning Shuang was just trying to play a little joke on her; there was no need for her to take it so seriously.

Now she's made a mess of lint all over the floor, and it'll take a long time to clean it up. How can the young master rest in peace under these circumstances?

The young master had already shown signs of exhaustion, yet she had caused him so much trouble. As a maid, this was far too negligent.

"Young Master! I am truly sorry for this. I will accept it for you right away..."

Bang!

Before Yao Shi and Wu Liang could express their apologies, another flying pillow came from an extremely strange angle and slammed hard into Yao Shi's face.

"Why are you apologizing? You're such a spoilsport. The reason everyone came here is because they're so bored in their rooms."

"It's so lonely for just the two of us in the room. Since we're all here now, why not try something new? I think Milutin's suggestion is pretty good."

Standing next to Qiao Xinying, Han Yu weighed the pillow in her hand while sneering.

She had finally made up her mind to come to Wu Liang's place, and now that she was already here, Yao Shi wanted her to go back to sleep? Dream on!

"The minority shall obey the majority. Those who agree to a pillow fight, please raise your hands. Those who disagree, please do not raise your hands. Anyway, Wu Liang has so many pillows here, so why not have a fight?"

"Everyone's probably feeling a bit bored, right? So why don't we have some fun and liven things up for one night?"

Seeing that everyone hesitated but eventually raised their hands, Han Yu's face immediately showed a satisfied smile.

That's right. Since everyone wants to get Wu Liang, and since everyone wants to spend the first night of their journey with Wu Liang, let's have some fun!

"Han Yu... you rascal..."

Yao Shi, who had been ambushed by Han Yu, took a deep breath and suppressed her displeasure.

Seeing that Su Qian and the others agreed with Han Yu's suggestion, she was immediately furious. Why was it so difficult for her to let the young master get some rest?

"Fine, since you want to play, I'll play with you, but you'd better be prepared."

Yao Shi cracked her knuckles and revealed a very kind smile.

These little maids who don't want the young master to sleep, let Yao Shi personally eliminate them.

"Oh my, I'm so scared! You've got a really sharp tongue!"

Han Yu beckoned to Yao Shi provocatively, "Come on, you expressionless girl, who's afraid of who?"

"Um... I meant to say this is my room..."

Wu Liang, who had been completely ignored, stared at the group of girls dressed only in their pajamas with a dark expression on his face.

Well, if things continue like this... he definitely won't be able to sleep tonight...

Chapter Sixty-Three

The Rat lay on the bed, silently gazing at the plain, unremarkable ceiling, a dim light shining from the bedside.

He is now contemplating an extremely important matter in his life, reflecting on philosophical implications that will have a profound impact on his future.

If he could figure out what was going on in the next room that was making such a loud noise, it might be of some help to him.

His relationship with Xiao Lian had reached a bottleneck, and he desperately needed a wonderful opportunity to break down the last barrier between them.

"Nan Zhu, what do you think the boss and Qiao Xinying are doing next door right now?"

After a long silence, the Rat suddenly turned its head and looked at the Nan Zhu sleeping on its side on the bed.

Actually, Nan Zhu's behavior these past two days has been quite strange. Nan Zhu is usually very optimistic and active, has been silent and acting strangely lately.

Especially during dinner, he noticed something was off about Nan Zhu, so he deliberately struck up a conversation with her to ask her about it. Instead of explaining, Nan Zhu told him not to bother her.

This was truly a case of offering a warm welcome only to be met with a cold shoulder. He had never expected Nan Zhu to be so indifferent to him, as if he were a complete stranger.

However, it's also possible that Nan Zhu was in a bad mood and therefore didn't want to say much, so he didn't press the matter further.

I thought that Nan Zhu would recover a bit after resting in the dorm for a while, but judging from the current somber atmosphere, he hasn't recovered at all.

"Hey, can you hear me? Or are you already asleep?"

"Don't play dead. I just saw you wiggle your butt a couple of times. Don't think you can get away with it by pretending not to talk."

The Rat stared at the Nan Zhu opposite him with a dark expression, wondering what had happened to this guy.

Although I had already noticed that something was off about this kid when we were on the ship, he wasn't as strange as he is now.

Given Nan Zhu's personality, it's impossible for him to suddenly become so cold. Could it be that he was cruelly rejected after confessing his feelings to a girl? Is that why he's so dejected now?

That's not right. Even if the Nan Zhu failed in his confession, he shouldn't be so distraught as if he'd lost his soul.

"Nan Zhu, you can tell me what's on your mind. Aren't we good friends?"

"It's not good to keep things bottled up inside; it will only make you feel worse."

The Rat, having received no response from Nan Zhu, scratched its head awkwardly. This guy really wasn't going to say a word, was he? Wouldn't that just make it seem like he was talking to himself?

Tsk, what happened? It couldn't be that he had a quarrel or conflict with his sister Nan Qingshui, could it? It's not like siblings would have such a thing.

Nan Qingshui is a bit mischievous, but she's actually quite cute, and she's very well-behaved in front of Nan Zhu. It's highly unlikely that there would be any conflict between these two siblings.

"It's late, I should go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow morning, and I don't want to be late."

While the Rat was still racking its brains about Nan Zhu's current state, a distant male voice suddenly came from the opposite bed.

Nan Zhu slightly turned her head and glanced at the frantic Rat. The light in her dark pupils had disappeared, leaving only a listless and empty look.

As if remembering something, Nan Zhu shook his head self-deprecatingly and ignored the Rat. Instead, he pulled the blanket over his head and went to sleep.

Just as the Rat said, he was in a bad mood and there were some things that had been bothering him and making him very uncomfortable.

But he didn't want to tell the Rat about these things, since the Rat couldn't help at all, and it would be pointless to tell it.