I'm really not an old sword

She could only hear Lin Qingsu's steady breathing, as if she was thinking about something.

The Snow Girl only felt her heart pounding wildly.

Don't change your clothes! Don't change your clothes!

It seemed that her prayers had worked.

Lin Qingsu did not open the wardrobe, but left the room directly.

Hearing the footsteps receding, the Snow Girl breathed a sigh of relief. She ignored the vague doubts in her heart and waited for a while to confirm that there was no breathing sound nearby. Then she tiptoed out of the closet.

......

That night, in Fujihara's bedroom.

An oil lamp beside the bed emitted a faint light.

Fujimoto leaned against the bed, reading the book in her hand by the light of the oil lamp.

Along with the sound of the wind, the sound of pages turning could be heard.

Suddenly, with a creaky sound, the door was gently pushed open, and a figure came in from the corridor and quickly closed the door.

"you are?"

Fujihara's tone was doubtful, and then it rose a few degrees, and she asked in surprise: "Snow Girl?"

The person who sneaked in was the Snow Girl who had just stolen the documents from Lin Qingsu's room and escaped during the day.

"In the end what happened?"

"I heard that my husband is sending people to look for you. It seems that you stole something?"

"Why did you do that?"

She looked very panicked.

It was not until she saw Fujiharako's expression of surprise mixed with a hint of joy that she breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, Sister Zezi has me in her heart.

The Snow Girl quickly walked up to her and said, "Sister Zezi, please help me."

Fujimoto was slightly startled, then shook her head: "I won't help you."

After saying that, she threw back the quilt and stood up, seemingly not considering at all that the Snow Girl could kill her with just a breath.

She got off the bed, grabbed the Snow Girl's hand and tried to pull her out: "Come with me to see my husband, I will plead for you."

The Snow Girl's face turned pale.

She knew it.

Sister Zezi was nice to her, but she would never do anything to let that damn bastard down.

Sometimes she really feels that the world is unfair.

Why would a gentle and virtuous woman like Sister Zezi like that damn bastard and be willing to be his mistress!

But she had no choice, her only hope was to place on Zezi.

She grabbed Zezi's hand with her backhand, her face full of pleading: "Sister Zezi, I swear I won't do anything that will harm your husband."

"I just want you to do me a favor."

"Besides you, I really can't think of anyone else who can help me."

"Please, just this once, I really will never harm your husband. I can swear, can you believe me?"

Seeing the sad look on the snow girl's face, Fujiharako showed a look of heartache.

She hesitated for a while, finally sighed, reached out and gently wiped the tears from the snow girl's face, and said softly.

"Then tell me the story first."

"If it's true as you said, and it won't harm my husband, then I'll help you."

Seeing Fujiharako's helpless expression, Xue Nu's face lit up with joy.

She held Zezi's little hands in her hands and said gratefully, "Sister Zezi, I knew..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard approaching footsteps in the corridor outside.

The faces of Snow Woman and Fujiharako turned pale.

After spending time together day and night, they could both tell that it was Lin Qingsu's footsteps.

"you..."

Fujimoto looked around the room and finally said hurriedly, "Hurry up and hide under the bed for a while."

"Oh."

The Snow Girl crawled directly under the bed.

After she got in, Fujimoto pulled the bed sheet that fell outside the window to smooth out the traces of her entry.

Soon after everything was done, the door was pushed open.

Lin Qingsu's voice echoed at the door: "Zezi...it's so late, what are you doing standing by the bed?"

"I-I'm thirsty and want to drink some water."

Fujihara regretted what she said and her gaze subconsciously shifted to the table.

The cup there was empty, without even a trace of moisture, and her actions clearly showed that she was going to bed.

However, Lin Qingsu obviously didn't care about her lies.

He didn't even care about her flustered attitude.

He believed her words immediately, without even looking at the cup on the table, walked to Zezi, took Zezi's hand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"That's it."

"I just talked to Zhang Zi for a while, and I'm still a little worried about you."

Seeing that Lin Qingsu didn't pursue the matter, Fujiharako calmed down a lot. After hearing this, she asked curiously, "Why is my husband worried about me?"

"I always feel that the Snow Woman..."

Lin Qingsu paused.

The Snow Girl under the bed's heart immediately began to beat wildly.

Discovered?

The next moment, she heard Lin Qingsu suddenly ask, "Has the Snow Girl been to your place?"

The Snow Girl's face was pale.

It's over, I've been discovered, it's over.

Then, Fujimoto replied anxiously, "No, no."

It's over, it's over.

The Snow Girl was both moved and sad when she heard this.

She was touched because Sister Zezi was willing to lie to the man she loved for her.

The sadness is that Sister Zezi's tone is so fake.

She heard it all!

Sure enough, the next moment, Lin Qingsu's suspicious voice was heard: "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so strange?"

"I, I'm not feeling well." Fujihara's voice trembled.

Lin Qingsu was silent for a while, then asked, "Tamamonomae hasn't threatened you these days, right?"

"I'm in your arms now, who can threaten me?"

"That's good." Lin Qingsu seemed relieved, and then said, "Do you want to sleep together tonight?"

"...I'm sorry, husband, I'm not feeling well tonight."

After a long silence, Lin Qingsu smiled and nodded: "Okay, since everything is fine, I'll leave first."

Didn't he notice me?

The Snow Girl under the bed fell into deep thought.

Sister Zezi's behavior was so strange that she thought she was dead. How could this damn bastard not doubt it?

But it's good after all.

As Lin Qingsu walked to the door, Fujihara's face became paler.

Finally, when Lin Qingsu was about to leave the room, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Husband!"

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingsu turned around and asked with a smile, "Do you regret it? Do you want to sleep with me?"

"No, it's not."

Fujihara's face turned pale as she shook her head. Then, she pressed her hand against her chest and said in a mournful voice, "Husband, can you promise me one thing?"

"Don't mention just one thing. I can agree to a hundred things that Zezi asked."

"Just one."

Fujihara shook her head and muttered.

Then, she pursed her lips and asked softly, "My husband, please answer me first. Why are you looking for Sister Snow Girl?"

Lin Qingsu replied: "She stole some things from me."

"what?"

"It's just some documents about Ashiya Michiman and his men. It's nothing too important."

"That..."

Fujihara's voice was filled with hope: "What will you do after you catch her?"

Lin Qingsu was silent for a while, then asked, "What does Zezi want me to do?"

"Can we just act like nothing happened?"

"Then what do you think other people will think?"

Fujihara's face turned pale and her body began to stagger.

After a while, Lin Qingsu sighed: "Forget it, just think of it as being for you. I can pretend it never happened."

"Thank you, husband!"

"Don't be so quick to thank me. It depends on her attitude. If she refuses to change her ways, I won't be able to let her go."

"I will definitely persuade her!"

The more the Snow Girl listened, the paler her face became.

Sure enough, the next second, the sheets covering the bottom of the bed were lifted up.

"Sister Snow Girl, please come out."

It's over, dead.

The Snow Girl trembled all over, her beautiful eyes filled with fear.

I'm going to be caught by that damn bastard in the basement and taught a lesson.

Crawling out from under the bed, Xue Nu looked at Sister Zezi's face, which was filled with joy, and felt only sadness in her heart.

She doesn't blame her sister Zezi.

It was she who had to trouble Sister Zezi and make her come between herself and her husband.

If she wasn't really desperate, she wouldn't want to make things difficult for Sister Zezi.

And Sister Zezi is doing this for her own good.

If anyone has to blame anyone, it’s that damn bastard who deceived me and killed Lord Daoman!

She looked at Lin Qingsu with hatred, then lowered her head, grabbed Fujihara's arm tightly, and hid behind her.