Wei Lai likes Ouyang Rong to touch her hair.

This made her feel surprisingly safe.

Shrinking in his arms was like returning to the small cage in the backyard of Jinxiaokou Horse Shop.

Yes.

A small cage is not a restraint.

But a small home.

Because she is not a canary, but an ugly duckling.

Once she leaves the cage, people outside will bully her.

Everything hates her.

Therefore, Wei Lai never envied the sky outside, but instead relied on her small birdcage-like home.

Although the rainwater on the eaves often made her wet, and the ants on the bluestone steps under her feet often bullied her.

Until, I met the owner.

Only then did Wei Lai realize that there was something warmer and more radiant outside than the blue and white sky, the late night starry sky, the green mountains in the distance, and the flowers blooming in the corner.

Just like in the world of black and white, the appearance of color would not make her secretly turn her attention.

Although when we first met, I was still a little afraid of his extended hand.

Then Vera came out.

Arrive at Meiluyuan.

We arrived at this quiet courtyard next to the plum forest.

Although I was still a little confused along the way.

But Vera got a new little cage.

Locking her heart tightly, she never wanted to leave this time.

Wei Lai is actually very easy to be satisfied.

Just like now.

Although the owner is very busy most of the time and is almost always running around outside during the day.

When I come back for dinner in the evening, I mainly accompany the eldest lady Zhen. Only after dinner can I have some time to chat with her on the corridor of the house.

After returning to the house, he was reading and meditating at the desk again. Only when she went to bring tea and water, could he see the owner looking up and smiling at her, and saying thank you or "for your hard work" to her. But just this sentence can make her happy.

Weila was happy for a few days.

But Wei La is a personal maid and can sleep with her master in her arms every night.

All I could smell in my nose was his breath, and sometimes what I tasted in my mouth was his taste. When I woke up from a clear dream one night, all I could see was him.

What else is not satisfying enough?

Although in Meilu Garden, the eldest lady, Zhen Shi, Banxi and other companions did not have a very good attitude toward her.

Wei Lai has become somewhat accustomed to the current life.

Every day during the day, when he was away, in addition to learning various maid skills from the eyes of her companions, she would sit silently in the room in a daze, looking at the sky on the eaves outside the door, looking forward to darkening.

And at night, when her master was reading under the lamp, she would silently bring him tea and water, fold his clothes and fold his quilt, or move an embroidery stool to his desk, squinting her eyes like a kitten and talking to him.

The smell is as warm as the old yellow firelight, and I practice needlework slightly clumsily, sewing spring clothes.

Occasionally, if the index finger hurts, and there are thin drops of blood slowly growing in size on it, the owner will grab her little hand, look at it carefully, and bandage it.

Every time at this time, Wei Lai couldn't help but peek at his focused side face.

The owner is very disciplined in his work and rest.

Every night at midnight, I would leave my desk on time, brush my teeth, go to bed, and close my eyes to sleep.

And Wei Lai would prepare thin willow sticks and mouthwash for him in advance every time.

Then she would go to bed a quarter of an hour early, untie her sideburns that had been tied up all day, roll up her waist-length silver hair into a ball that was easy for him to touch, and let it fall in front of her right shoulder. Then she would take off her underwear, wearing only pink.

With her pink bellyband and trousers, she crawled into bed like a little snake and warmed the bed for her master.

After a quarter of an hour, he went to bed to rest, his body warmed up quickly, he gently stroked her silver hair and fell into a deep sleep.

And before her master closed his eyes and fell asleep, Wei Lai would not stretch out her little hands to hug him, let alone put her legs on him and wrap around him like an octopus that night.

I did this because I was worried about disturbing his sleep.

In fact, the owner allowed her to hug him when he was awake and had no objection.

However, Wei Lai carefully discovered that every time she hugged him to sleep in advance, it would take a while for the master's breathing to become regular in the dark and he would fall asleep.

And if you don't hold him before going to bed, the owner who has worked hard for a day will almost fall asleep on the pillow, and occasionally snore slightly.

Of course, Wei Lai felt sorry for her master who woke up early to catch his breath and didn't sleep well, so he restrained himself and waited until he fell into a deep sleep every night before quietly stretching out his little hand and silently retracting into his master's arms.

Wrapped in the darkness and the warmth of her master, she felt like she had returned to the small cage in the backyard of Jinxiaokou Mazhang.

Her little face gradually became contented and peaceful as she slept.

This is the daily life of her personal maid.

In fact, Wei Lai heard from the other sisters in Meiluyuan that the personal maid should have one more thing to do after the master went to bed. They also laughed at her, saying that the master didn't like her so he didn't touch her.

But Wei Lai knew that her master was not the same as the men they talked about.

Wei Lai could clearly see that he seemed to be busy with a very important matter and focused all his energy on it. He wandered around a place called Dickong Gate and Luming Street every day.

They are different from the little maids like them who are fighting every day in the deep courtyard.

And the tenderness between the master and her is not without.

But most nights are as dull as the above, with warmth and ambiguity only occasionally present.

In fact, this is the normal life in this small Meilin courtyard.

Wei Lai lived extremely peacefully.

As for that private and shameful bed matter.

Only occasionally, in the dark bed and quilt, at night when there was a bit of joy and bustle, I did some clever tea ceremonies that let nature take its course, and the simple but memorable effective water control of Butterfly Creek.

But the master never completely broke her body.

She was a little confused about this and had only a partial understanding of it. She only knew that she did not hug him tightly with her arms every time and obeyed the soft instructions, but her little face was always buried in his chest...

Sometimes when it gets quiet in the darkness, the little sweat-stained face in the quilt will be lifted up, and he will whisper to the owner, but he will close his eyes and pretend to be stupid. Sometimes he will be scared, and then he will quietly explain a lame reason, saying that he is afraid of her.

My little body can't stand it.

Wei Lai actually didn't quite understand.

She is one or two years older than that girl Ah Qing, and the latter was already of marriageable age in the Zhou Dynasty, and even this was still relatively late.

As for Miss Xie from the Su Mansion next door, who is only a few years younger than her master, if placed in the countryside of Longcheng County, she would be considered an older leftover girl. However, Miss Xie is of noble birth and has no worries about getting married. She just doesn’t want to get married.

These slaves and poor people are different.

Perhaps because of her bloodline, Wei Lai found that as long as her nutrition kept up and she ate more eggs and meat, her body would be much plumper than other girls of the same age.

So Wei Lai felt that the hot-blooded master gave a very lame reason.

If she had been bolder and more frivolous, she would have replied, "How will the master know if he doesn't try? Doesn't the master often say "you must know what you must do"?

But Wei Lai still couldn't bear to expose her master after all. She felt guilty and distressed even when she saw his face racking his brains to find excuses.

And whenever it was midnight and the master and servant hugged each other to rest, the master would always ask her some strange questions.

The most common question is whether she has ever missed her hometown.

In fact, not really, but Wei Lai, who was lying on his chest, would still nod slightly and say "a little bit".

But she didn't even know what her hometown was like, so why did she miss it?

Whenever this happens, the master will become surprisingly silent.

Wei Lai knew that the master missed his hometown.

He never said.

Instead, he asked her if she would go back to her hometown if she had the chance.

Of course Wei Lai shook her head like a rattle, her silver hair swaying cutely in the darkness.

At this time, the master always chuckled, "You respond to me for support, but if I respond, I won't respond, right?" and stretched out his hand to pinch her hot, still blushing face.

Another time.

The master also asked her to change her name to Tanlang, but Wei Lai only agreed to call him that way in front of others, and insisted on calling him master when they were alone.

In addition to habits, the main reason is Wei Laer's keen discovery...

The master actually liked her calling her like this. At least when Wei Lai hugged him and called him master, his body reaction was high-spirited and liked.
To be continued...