Xiaoyu rushed in hurriedly, a trace of panic lighting up her usually composed eyes. "Madam, the master is back, the little page who delivered the message said, he's already at the entrance of Tongluo Street!"
Xin He, taken aback, turned to the small kindle fire. "Go back to your room and sleep."
The little fire obediently nodded, instantly turned around and briskly walked out.
Shulan and Xiaoyu hastily put out all the lights in the room, preparing Xin He for rest.
Looking at their hurried actions, Xin He couldn't help finding it a bit amusing. Well, let them be. After all, it was she who insisted on staying up late, and they would be the ones to bear the punishment later.
Xin He slipped under the covers and barely closed her eyes when she sensed the door being gently pushed open. A familiar scent gradually approached her, calming her nerves.
This man, wasn't he too fast?