The moment I opened my eyes, a basin of ice water poured down my head.
"Why are you pretending to be dead? Madam was kind enough to find a match for you, and you still took advantage of Qiao?"
There were water stains all over my face, so I wiped it on subconsciously, and my palms were stained with cheap rouge and gouache. Standing in front of him was a maid in emerald green armor, her hands on her hips, her eyes full of contempt. Behind her was a dilapidated bed, a dresser with peeling paint, and a musty smell throughout the house.
My mind buzzed.
I came through.
He also dressed up as the unlucky guy who got his box lunch after appearing in the first three chapters.
"Speak? Are you mute?" The maid reached out and tried to twist my ears.
