LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

"Bi Luo..." Han Sheng muttered twice and said with a smile, "He is a young master after all, and the name he chose is much better than mine."

Zhang Mingqiao looked at Zhong Zhong, with expectation hidden in his eyes.

I wonder if she will like this name?

Zhong Qing nodded, with no hint of happiness or anger on her face. She just said, "Then you can call me Bi Luo."

She lowered her eyelids quietly, and the silver moonlight fell on her jade-white face.

He didn't know if it was his own imagination, but Zhang Mingqiao always felt that her face looked three times paler than during the day.

Zhongqing didn't sit there for a long time. He only stayed in the courtyard for a while and then entered his room.

Han Sheng and Zhang Mingqiao didn't notice anything wrong. The way Zhong Qingqiao behaved these past two days was that he was quite cold and didn't like being close to others.

The two rested for a while after eating, fetched water and washed themselves before lying on the bed.

It was very quiet outside tonight, without any strange sounds.

Han Sheng was so excited that he fell asleep quickly while lying on the bed, but Zhang Mingqiao didn't know why, but he didn't feel sleepy at all at this moment.

He opened his eyes and looked at the gauze above his head, but his eyes suddenly froze.

What sound did he hear just now?

Zhang Mingqiao listened attentively, and now he was sure that he heard correctly - there was a faint muffled sound of a woman coming from somewhere else.

There was nothing whimsical about this voice. On the contrary, Zhang Mingqiao also heard a hint of pain in it.

What bothered him the most was that the voice sounded very familiar - who could it be if it wasn't Miss Biluo?

Zhang Mingqiao could no longer calm down at this moment. He continued to listen and found that the sound soon disappeared. After a long time, he would let out a low groan of pain, as if someone could suppress it.

Zhang Mingqiao suddenly remembered that when he was eating, he saw Miss Biluo, whose face was three cents paler than usual.

His thoughts wandered for a few times, and finally he sat up from the bed, got out of the bed lightly, and opened the door.

The courtyard is very quiet and very bright. The huge bright moon in the sky shrouds the entire courtyard in clear light, which is convenient for ordinary mortals like Zhang Mingqiao who have bad eyesight at night.

Zhang Mingqiao originally wanted to knock on Zhong Qing's room, but after thinking about it, he felt that such an action was too much, so he stood stunned in the courtyard for a while.

Until I heard a low cry of pain again.

Zhang Mingqiao couldn't bear it anymore. How painful would it be for someone as cold and self-possessed as Miss Biluo to make such a sound?

He didn't care about etiquette at the moment and just shouted in a loud voice: "Miss Biluo?"

It suddenly became quiet inside, and there was no more sound.

If he hadn't heard it clearly just now, Zhang Mingqiao would have thought that he had heard it wrong before.

He continued to shout: "Miss Biluo, Miss Biluo?"

Love: "..."

She wanted to pretend that she had fallen asleep, but looking at the other person's posture, she was afraid that he would keep shouting if she didn't respond.

Thinking about it, she said in a cold tone: "Is there something wrong, Mr. Zhang? If anything happens, we can talk about it tomorrow. I'm sleepy now."

Zhang Mingqiao didn't believe what she said. He said, "I just want to ask, is Miss Biluo feeling unwell?"

Zhong Qing said subconsciously: "No...ah!"

The wound on her shoulder and back suddenly twitched, and she opened her mouth again, just in time to scream.