Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

"Yan Yang, are we going to knock on the boss's door now?" The slightly plump young man leaned against the door, listening to the movement at the door.

He was undoubtedly very afraid of the room behind him. Those seemingly harmless decorative paintings hanging on the bedroom walls could become their death warrants, and he didn't want to get close to these things at all.

"Don't worry, the boss is right next door to us. Let's wait and see. If we disturb him now, we will only annoy him."

The little fat man nodded. Being hated by the boss is the real game. For the sake of his life, he had to hold on a little longer.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

"Huh? Yan Yang, come quickly. It seems like someone is knocking on the door next door." After a while, Wang Linlin heard the noise next door and hurriedly called his companions.

"Let me hear it." Yan Yang felt a sense of crisis. "Could it be that the other players are banding together to isolate them?"

Unfortunately, the castle's soundproofing was too good. The thick wooden door blocked out most of the noise, so he couldn't hear what was happening next door. He could only vaguely hear two people exchanging a few words before the door was closed again. He didn't hear any footsteps in the hallway, so the person knocking on the door must have entered the boss's room.

"Someone went to find the people next door before us." Yan Yang said, secretly regretting that it was so easy to get into the boss's house. Being able to stay in the same room would give them a better chance of survival. They should have stuck to him at that time.

"I wonder if it's too late to knock on the door now..."

"us···"

"Let's wait fifteen minutes. If no one comes out in fifteen minutes, we'll go knock on the door."

"Okay!" Wang Linlin couldn't agree more and immediately nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, next door.

"Young master, have you found your things?" Mo Heng looked gentle and elegant. He even wore white gloves. Even in the bedroom, he always had a cane with him. He looked like an aristocratic gentleman from a wealthy family in the Middle Ages. His every move was impeccable.

Chu Jun put on his coat and pretended to open a few drawers, turning the room into a mess.

"No!" Chu Jun turned around and yelled at Mo Heng, then continued to make things worse for Mo Heng, "My things must have fallen into your room! Don't bother me!"

"Yes." Mo Heng was not angry because of Chu Jun's attitude. He sat on the sofa and looked at the boy with a good temper.

The boy's skin was very white, and his ankles, which were exposed through his coat, were very thin and could be circled with one hand. The flesh on his calves looked very soft, and the upper part was hidden by his coat. I don't know if it was because he was wearing shorts or because he didn't wear any for convenience at home.

Mo Heng's gaze could be described as unbridled, completely contradicting his gentlemanly appearance. It was difficult for Chu Jun to pretend not to know.

"Why are you looking at me?" Chu Jun frowned and turned his head, staring at Mo Heng "angrily".

Mo Heng raised the corner of his mouth in a perfect arc, and stood up from the sofa with his crutches. He walked towards Chu Jun and explained, "I just want to share the worries of the young master. Young master, do you need my help? Or you can tell me what you are looking for, I may have a clue."

Chu Jun didn't answer Mo Heng's question. Instead, he noticed the wooden crutch supporting his body. "Is your leg not in good condition?"

Mo Heng lowered his head and glanced at the cane in his hand, which could be considered plain compared to his appearance. He tapped the cane lightly on the ground and replied, "No. It's just to remind myself to maintain my gentlemanly demeanor."

Chu Jun rolled his eyes, deeply skeptical of Mo Heng's gentlemanly demeanor, but still replied to what Mo Heng had said before: "I'm looking for a crystal anklet. I came to this room today, he must be here."

Mo Heng nodded pretentiously, cooperating with Chu Jun's performance: "Then I'll go look over there. If I can't find it, I can also help invite the housekeeper over."

Chu Juntou had no choice but to refuse: "No! I don't want to see those annoying guys!"

The beds in the aristocratic castles of medieval Europe were very large, with a length and width of more than two meters. Even if two people rolled around on the bed, it would not matter.

and so.

Under the bed is an easy place to hide things.

Of course, one has to act out the whole play. Mo Heng condescended to kneel beside the bed and lowered his head to look under the bed.

The servants at the castle were very responsible and would clean the rooms very cleanly when the guests came. Even the corners and crevices like under the bed were dust-free and as clean as a mirror, so naturally there were no crystal anklets to be found.

[Just lie down under the bed, aren't you afraid of being attacked right in front of you? ]

[The NPC guy is definitely collecting heads, right? It's easy to step on a trap if you help him find something.]

[I think everyone is overthinking it. I knew he was very strong from watching the boss's move before. This trap won't kill him.]

[So who is this gentleman? He looks so familiar!!!]

[There are only a few hundred people above level A. If you don't recognize them at first glance, they're probably not on the list. You should be able to find them by process of elimination.]

[Everyone has a mandatory dungeon every month. He must have appeared on the live broadcast, but with such a handsome face, there's no reason to forget, right?]

[Don't you all care about that NPC beauty? She's seriously the most beautiful I've ever seen!]

[Please~ The beauty is here to kill you. I bet the gentleman didn't help the beauty find the anklet, or he'll turn into a monster and attack in the next second.]

[In an A-level dungeon, dying at the feet of a beautiful woman is a life without regrets.]

[What kind of idiot is speaking above? A newbie at D-rank, right? Dying here is not a good thing. My advice: live your life to the fullest!]

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"found it?"

The white ankles appeared silently in front of Mo Heng's eyes, shocking the audience in the live broadcast room and they began to scroll through the screen frantically.

Mo Heng's expression didn't change at all when he saw Chu Jun's sudden action. He shifted his gaze from under the bed and looked in Chu Jun's direction.

The hem of the nightgown shimmered in the hazy light and shadow, a dazzling and ethereal presence. The delicate lace edges, like petals blooming in early spring, curled softly, snaking along every fold of the nightgown. The lace at the neckline and cuffs embraced the young master's delicate skin, like pure white petals surrounding a delicate pistil. One could vaguely sense the deep nobility that permeated his bones, seeping out like silken threads.

He stood barefoot on the bright red carpet. The white instep of his feet shone like jade in the moonlight, a soft halo of light. His slender toes curled slightly, as if resisting the chill of the night. His feet were small and delicate, with smooth and graceful bone lines, like rare treasures carved by heaven himself.

"Hey! I'm talking to you." Without giving Mo Heng a chance to look at him any longer, Chu Jun had already stepped behind the bed, blocking Mo Heng's sight.

"There's nothing under the bed." Mo Heng's eyes were deep, revealing a strong possessive desire in a place where no one could see. When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were still perfect and gentle, "What a pity..."

The candlestick was right behind Chu Yun, the yellowish candlelight flickered, and the tips of her hair flickered with a faint light.

The shiny black hair was scattered freely on the boy's forehead and cheeks, just like inky clouds spreading unrestrainedly in the night sky.

The young noble master seemed to be very dissatisfied with his guest. He raised his chin slightly, and his graceful neck, like an elegant swan, looked even whiter and more delicate against the lace nightgown, as if it could be blown away.

Chu Jun didn't know what Mo Heng meant by "regret", but it was definitely not because he didn't help him find the anklet that didn't exist.

That was just an unspoken excuse between the two of them.