She instinctively stepped aside, raised her water gun, and sprayed wildly at the person behind the broom.
"Ah!"
Another familiar voice rang out. Jiang Nian stopped firing and finally recognized the soaking-wet person in front of her:
"Tan Xuguang?"
Before the drenched Tan Xuguang could speak, another figure popped out behind him:
"Hi!"
Looking at the man barely hiding his snickers, Jiang Nian tilted her head. "Feng Xing? How did you two end up together?"
Didn't those two get into three fights a minute?
Tan Xuguang wiped the water off his face, then wrung out his maid outfit, pouting pitifully as he complained:
"Jiang Nian, you're ruthless! You just grabbed your water gun and sprayed away."
He'd already been feeling a draft down below. Now it felt even colder.
Jiang Nian rubbed her nose, looking a little embarrassed. "Sorry! The moment I opened the door, a broom came swinging at my face. I thought a ghost was ambushing me."
Tan Xuguang looked incredulous. "What ghost uses a broom as a weapon?"
Jiang Nian spread her hands. Why not? There was even one with a bucket.
Still feeling guilty at the sight of the soaked Tan Xuguang, Jiang Nian took off her suit jacket and held it out to him:
"Why don't you put my jacket over your shoulders for now?"
Tan Xuguang froze. Looking at the scene before him, he asked uncertainly:
"Have our roles... gotten reversed?"
Jiang Nian was offering him her jacket out of kindness, but why did everything about this feel so wrong?
The wealthy young master and the frail little maid was a common scenario, sure, but he wasn't supposed to be the maid, was he?
What kind of frail, helpless maid was six feet tall?!
Seeing Tan Xuguang hesitate, Feng Xing reached out and took