You bring out the ultimate killer move—— endure.
Ah well, what else can you do if you can’t leave, forget it, just muddle through.
You glance out the window. The sky is already nearly bright, so you clear your throat and wake Qingqing and Ruanruan, who are still sound asleep.
Ruanruan has a terrible case of morning grumpiness. Curling up in Qingqing’s arms, he makes soft, nasal little sounds and mutters in a reluctant whisper.
“Qingqing gege, let Ruanruan sleep a little longer……”
Hey?! Just why is he so practiced at this?!
Qingqing can’t pry off the pair of hands clinging tightly around his neck. He frowns helplessly at you, but his eyes are full of indulgence.
“Brother Hutou, Ruanruan sleeps a lot. Let him sleep a little longer.”
Ha, sleeps a lot.
That’s because he didn’t sleep at night, he was sleeping with you!
You wrap your arms around Qingqing from behind in dissatisfaction, resting your chin on his shoulder.
“Then let Ruanruan sleep a little longer. We’ll go have breakfast first.”
Qingqing shakes his head.
“…Brother Hutou, Ruanruan is timid, I… I need to stay and sleep with him…”
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He is not timid at all!
“Then you can’t skip breakfast, can you?”
You’re getting a little frantic. You pry Ruanruan’s hands away, scoop Qingqing up, and are about to carry him out, saying domineeringly, “Eat first.”
Just then, Ruanruan suddenly rubs his eyes and wakes up. Pouting, he jumps onto your back and acts spoiled. “Husband, carry me too, I want to go.”
……
But he’s so cute.
You put on the bearing of a true top and, all by yourself, hold Qingqing in your arms and carry Ruanruan on your back, striding grandly toward the dining hall.
The second young master and the third young master are already sitting at the table waiting for you.
“Benefactor——”
That voice with its winding, tortuous bends, sounding like it has just stepped out of Yihong Hall, belongs to the third young master, Zhuer.
“Brother Zhao.”
That hard-to-describe, ice-coldly indifferent way of addressing someone… belongs to the second young master, Yanyan.
You set the two beauties on your body down on their chairs, sit down in the seat of honor without batting an eye, and secretly wipe the sweat off your forehead.
Damn, they’re heavy.
Ruanruan leans bonelessly against Qingqing’s shoulder and greets the second and third young masters across from them.
“Yanyan gege.”
“Zhuer gege.”
Then, as if it were only natural, he points at the lotus seed soup in front of him.
“Qingqing gege, feed me.”
Even more frighteningly, Zhuer copies the gesture and tugs at Yanyan’s sleeve, teasing him. “Hey! Gu Yiyan, see that, I want to be fed too.”
You: ??????????
Right when you’re starting to question life itself, a servant suddenly rushes out from the rear courtyard, shouting at the top of his lungs:
“Sir! Something’s bad! Our back courtyard is on fire!”
The storeroom is burning.
A real back courtyard fire.
Your account books are all in there!
So you are frantic,
1. Rush over at once to put out the fire.
2. Calmly observe the situation.