Courtyard, master bedroom.

Rem and Ram you look at me, I look at you.

Two identical immature little faces seem to be looking at themselves in the mirror.

Ram sniffed and said uncertainly, "It's the smell of Mrs. Yukishita." "

As a maid, the master's wife should be addressed as Mrs.

Rem snorted, his little face unable to tell whether it was frustration or expectation.

Ram glanced at little Rem who was kneeling on the bed, and said hatefully:

"Reim, obviously you are your fiancée, but you were preempted by Mrs. Yukishita..."

The host said... Rem is too young and needs to wait until he grows up... Again...... Reim

blushed, unable to utter the word anyway.

If you say it, you will definitely die, shame to death....

Ram rubbed Reim's head and pinched his chin in thought.

"The master said this, there must be his reason, well..."

Suddenly, Ram's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands:

"I see!"

Rem raised his head, his eyes shining.

Ram said, "The master is worried that Rem is too fragile to withstand the whole night... So what!

Ram's little face flushed slightly.

Last night, she vaguely heard some strange sound, like the cry of a nightingale, that lasted all night.

If you don't listen to it, you will be ignored.

Now that I think about it, it is estimated that ... That's it!

Rem looked down at his petite body and said with a crying voice: "So, what should I do then?" "

The ghost race belongs to the immortal species, and its development is inherently slow.

If she really waited until Rem grew up, by that time, her apprentice Sanjiu might have given birth to a second child...

Ram knelt on the bed, looked at the other self, and took her hand:

"If it doesn't work all night, then... What about one and a half? "

Hmm?"

Rem tilted his head first, then saw Ram's blushing face and instantly understood what she meant.

Rem blinked, his cheeks burning.

Ram and Rem looked at each other in silence, and after a long moment, they tacitly looked away from their shy eyes.

"Rah, Ram," Rem whispered to himself, "Wait..."

This kind of thing, although they are all mentally prepared, but... It still takes a while of psychological construction.

After a moment, Ram took a deep breath and folded the sheets so that the side with the red cherry blossoms printed was facing up.

Immediately, as if nothing had happened just now, he said:

"The master and lady are in a hurry to leave in the morning, and they may not have time to clean up, so let's send this falling red to Mrs. Snow's room later."

Rem nodded.

......

The bell rings for the last class in the morning, and it's time for lunch break.

Sanjiu immediately ran to the infirmary.

This morning, Yue Jun never came back, which made Xiao Sanjiu couldn't help but worry:

Sister Xue Nai won't be very sick, right?

It scared her all morning.

The sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor, and the heartbeat noise in the eardrums, gradually resonating into the same frequency.

As the infirmary approaches, one slows down and the other accelerates.

Sanjiu stopped, his fingers resting on the doorknob, as still as if he were a sculpture.

Should she really go in?

They, in the infirmary, accompany each other, are a world of two....

Yuejun really cares about Sister Xue Nai, and is willing to skip a morning class for her.

If I get sick, will Yuejun be so worried about me?

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