Chapter 453 I am very delicate (10)

Yun Si glanced at Fu who was secretly looking up,

He always seems afraid to meet her gaze, as long as she looks over, he will bow his head,

Like a frightened bird, very timid.

Yun Si looked at him without saying a word,

after awhile,

She stood up, "You have a good rest first, I won't bother you."

She's here, he's probably going to be so uncomfortable all the time.

Ah Fu, who lowered his head, froze for a moment, then raised his head subconsciously,

"Master Master"

He wanted to say something, even wanted to stretch out his hand,

But as a slave, the rules imprinted in his bones made him dare not look at her directly.

Lowly slaves, if they look at the master, they will dirty the master,

He lowered his head in a dodgy manner again, and was silent for a while, making a small sonic,

"It's snowy and slippery outside, the master should be more careful when walking."

Yun Si hummed, walked to the door, opened it,

When the wooden door closed with a creak, the man on the bed who had lowered his head and dared not look at it looked over for a moment.

His eyes followed the shadow falling by the paper window, he was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the room, after Yun Si left, it suddenly became quiet.

The stove is constantly burning charcoal fire, exuding heat,

The house is as warm as spring, with a faint scent of medicine.

Ah Fu seemed to be in a daze, staring at the paper window at the door for a long time.

The fox fur on his body is still draped, and the soft fur on it is as soft and comfortable as cotton.

The hair has dried out without knowing when, and it hangs down softly,

I feel refreshed all over, I just feel like I'm trapped in delicate clouds, very comfortable,

I don't know what to think of, his cheeks slowly turned red,

His eyes were also on the bright red fox fur on his body,

He froze again, and seemed to realize at this time that his master didn't take it away.

He stared at Hu Qiu fixedly, his fingers trembled slightly.

Slowly, slowly,

Trying, touching,

As if he was afraid that he would get dirty if he touched it, he quickly withdrew his hand.

He lowered his head, his cheeks were slightly red.

He thought, maybe the owner forgot to take this cloak away.

Perhaps,

The master will remember after a while, and then come back and take the cloak away,

Therefore, he can't soil the master's clothes and make the master angry.

Slave Fu carefully took off the cloak on his body,

Then fold it up little by little, not daring to touch it randomly.

This fox fur has an excellent texture, the fur is soft and smooth, and there is a thick layer inside.

Compared to the delicate and smooth fox fur, his hands are even rougher.

It was thick and hard, dry, and there were ugly scars on it,

Ah Fu put the folded cloak on his lap, and then looked at it steadily.

Humble as a slave in the dust, not even daring to touch that bright color more,

Obviously no one is around, he can dispose of it at will,

But he was careful, regarded it as a treasure, and did not dare to tease it at all.

Cheeks are red, and there seems to be a faint light hidden in those dark eyes,

A woman who has never met before, casually gave him such a little benefit,

He is like a dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy, offering his most loyal heart.

Lowly people, even the last trace of pride in their bones seems to be dissipated in that bright color.

There is nothing left, only the willing heart.

If let him die for his master,

he thought, he would.

(end of this chapter)