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During the bet between Ruan Qing and Su Zhen, not only could Su Zhen not see the boy maid, but the livestream audience couldn’t either.
They only saw the boy maid when he followed Ruan Qing upstairs.
However, the livestream audience just thought the boy maid had followed up later, assuming he wanted to recommend himself again, not expecting Ruan Qing to actually let him in.
While the audience was lamenting, they witnessed this conversation.
The livestream audience burst into laughter.
[This is hilarious! He can’t dance, can’t sing, can’t solve problems, and yet he has the nerve to come and recommend himself to my husband?]
[Hahaha, his expression is the highlight of my year. Screenshot taken! [Frozen smile.JPG]]
[I bet his mind was filled with all sorts of dirty thoughts, but he didn’t expect my husband to give him a reality check, hahaha.]
Perhaps Ruan Qing felt he had been too heartless, so he spoke softly, “If you can dance well, it’s not out of the question.”
This time, the boy maid wised up and asked directly, “Consider what?”
Ruan Qing’s eyebrows arched slightly, and he smiled, “Consider letting you into my bed.”
The boy maid stared straight at Ruan Qing, saying nothing. It seemed as if he was contemplating the truth of Ruan Qing’s words.
After a few seconds of silence, the boy maid flashed a bright smile. “Since you want to see it, I’ll make an exception and dance for you.”
After finishing, the boy maid gracefully curtsied towards Ruan Qing and then moved to the open space next to the bed.
Ruan Qing looked up at the boy maid, seemingly interested, even putting down his tablet. He clearly anticipated the boy maid’s dance.
Ruan Qing blinked. “I want to see Swan Lake. Is that okay?”
Maid boy: “…No.”
“Oh.”
Ruan Qing said “oh” and then lowered his head, continuing to look at his tablet, showing no sign of wanting to watch the dance as he had just moments ago.
It was as if the boy maid didn’t exist in the room.
The boy maid held back his feelings, pulled out his phone from the maid outfit’s skirt, and played music.
Then, based on memory and improvisation, he began to dance.
His movements were crisp and sharp, more like swordplay than dancing.
There was no elegance, but it was very cool, carrying an indescribable sense of harshness.
It clashed somewhat with the skirt he was wearing, and the sense of incongruity grew even stronger.
It was as if his movements carried a hint of danger and malice.
However, if one didn’t look closely, this sense of incongruity wasn’t very strong.
Moreover, there was no chance of exposure because, no matter how cool his dance was, the person sitting on the bed didn’t glance at him once.
Let alone reveal anything.
The boy maid, seeing that he was being thoroughly ignored, turned the music up to the maximum volume in anger.
Yet Ruan Qing still showed no reaction.
The boy maid paused and changed the music to “Swan Lake.”
As soon as the cheerful and elegant music began to play in the room, the boy maid saw the person by the bed put down the tablet.
He looked over at him.
The boy maid: “......” Heh.
The boy maid mercilessly turned off the music, and the person by the bed picked up the tablet once again.
It was clear that the person by the bed had a very obvious attitude: if it wasn’t “Swan Lake,” he wouldn’t watch.
If it were someone else, the boy maid would not only leave but would also chop the person to pieces before going.
Pieces so small that they couldn’t be pieced back together.
But this person was the young man.
He even hesitated to leave directly, all because of that remark about considering letting him into his bed.
The boy maid thought the young man must be toying with him, but was also afraid that the young man was serious, that if he pleased him, he might actually let him into his bed.
The phrase “get on his bed” seemed like a spell, making it impossible for the boy maid to think calmly.
Nor could he simply turn around and leave decisively.
The boy maid took a deep breath. It’s just Swan Lake, right!?
He leapt!
However, if one did not have a foundation in ballet, the dance would look clumsy and awkward.
After all, it required great flexibility and a certain sense of strength.
But the boy maid clearly had too much strength and basically no flexibility.
Not to mention gracefulness. His movements were so uncoordinated that his hands and feet seemed to have minds of their own.
The boy maid’s ballet looked more like taekwondo.
Coupled with his expression and gaze, he seemed as if he were about to commit murder.
Even so, he was still a beat behind the rhythm.
If it weren’t for the music indicating it was Swan Lake, one would never guess he was trying to perform ballet.
It didn’t even look like he was dancing.
The boy maid had never learned to dance, let alone ballet. He was following a video on a tablet, and his dancing was naturally very distorted.
It was time for an elegant leap and spin.
The boy maid had never been so embarrassed before. He clumsily leapt up and began to spin.
However, the room was only so big, and his leap was too far. Combined with the spin, he crashed directly into the wall.
The worst part was that he crashed hard enough to knock down the items hanging on the wall, which all fell onto him.
A flowerpot even fell down.
The boy maid was completely stunned, standing there in a daze, with dirt clinging to his clothes and hair.
Ruan Qing couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sight of the embarrassed boy maid.
Ruan Qing’s voice was clear and cold, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, crisp and melodious, making one irresistibly captivated.
And it carried an inexplicable hint of allure.
Hearing the laughter, the boy maid’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively looked up at the person sitting on the edge of the bed.
The person by the bed had slightly curved eyes at this moment, their delicate face adorned with a smile.
This smile was not like the perfunctory or mad smiles he had shown before, but one of genuine amusement.
Moreover, when the young man smiled, his eyes sparkled as if he held a thousand stars, beautiful like an exquisite painting.
The boy maid instinctively covered his chest, the displeasure from the earlier collision instantly dissipating.
In his eyes, only the young man’s smile remained.
Seeing the boy maid’s gaze, Ruan Qing withdrew the smile and returned to his previous demeanor, then tossed a bundle of something to the boy maid.
The boy maid caught the bundle without thinking and then unfolded it to take a look.
It was a hundred gold coins.
...What did this mean? The boy maid instinctively looked up at Ruan Qing.
Ruan Qing seemed to understand the boy maid’s confusion, chuckled softly, and said, “Performance fee.”
Maid boy: “...”
Just as the boy maid was about to speak, a knocking sound came from outside the door, “Knock, knock, knock.”
Both Ruan Qing and the boy maid instantly looked towards the door.
The door did not have a peephole, but the room was equipped with a tablet that displayed the entrance surveillance, allowing them to see who was at the door.
Ruan Qing picked up the tablet and turned on the surveillance, immediately freezing in place.
Because the person knocking was... Su Zhen.
This was bad.
If Su Zhen found out there was someone in his room, especially someone providing special services, it would definitely lead to something terrible.
I was laughing too much and now I'm panicking
ReplyDeletethis boy maid keeps making me change my mind about him. one moment i hate him and the next i love him
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