Oops, the male villain looked at me with affection in his eyes

As soon as she entered the main room, Pomegranate smelled a stench hitting her face.

The light was dim in the morning, and the main room was quiet without any sound.

Pomegranate lowered her head, endured the nauseating stench, and asked in a low voice: "Miss Xu, slave Pomegranate is here to wash you."

Still no one answered.

Pomegranate waited for a long moment, then she carefully raised her eyes and secretly looked towards the bed.

Xu Jiao was seen lying on the bed quietly, upright.

Although Pomegranate was doubtful, she approached cautiously and said, "Miss Xu, slave Pomegranate, come here... vomit!"

Pomegranate was finally vomited by the stench on the bed.

She carefully put down the copper basin and covered her mouth, wondering how Xu Jiao could lie so calmly in such a suffocating stench.

The cold and scolding voice in the impression did not sound, and Pomegranate raised her head in surprise.

Xu Jiao's somewhat swollen face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She closed her eyes and opened her lips. It turned out that there were purple corpse spots on her pink and white face.

Pomegranate was shocked by this sudden scene and screamed. She sat down on the ground with an "ah" sound.

Begonia outside the door was awakened by the sound of pomegranates. Seeing that the copper basin beside her was missing, she hurriedly crawled into the main house.

Pomegranate fell to the ground and trembled. She wanted to shout again, but a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind her and covered her mouth tightly.

Pomegranate's eyes were filled with tears and she struggled desperately: "Uh, uh..."

Seeing that she couldn't hold her down, Haitang hurriedly came closer to her ear and said, "Stop screaming. If you scream again, our lives will be in danger."

Listening to the familiar voice of Haitang, Pomegranate stopped struggling. She blinked her big eyes and nodded slowly.

Warm tears rolled down her palms. Haitang calmed down and slowly let go of the hand covering the pomegranate.

Then she let go of her voice and said in a panic: "This slave deserves to die. I bumped into Miss Xu. Please forgive me, Miss Xu."

Pomegranate looked at Haitang's indifferent face and Xu Jiao, who had been dead on the bed for a long time, and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Shiliu stunned, Haitang didn't want to say anything more. She made a gesture of silence to Haitang, quickly walked to the door and looked around. When she saw no one coming, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Carefully closing the door, Haitang turned around and saw Pomegranate sitting on the ground crying silently. She sighed and slowly walked back to Pomegranate.

A stench came from Xu Jiao's body under the brocade quilt. Haitang skillfully covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and pulled up the stunned Pomegranate.

The two stumbled into the shadow of the closet. Haitang looked at Pomegranate and said seriously: "Good sister, what I saw today is just a dream. When you wake up from the dream, just forget about it. Do you understand?"

Shiliu was in shock and cried: "Sister, what is going on?"

Haitang's face darkened: "You still need to ask more questions about what to do. What you saw was just a dream. Just forget about it when you wake up."

Seeing that Pomegranate was still looking at her stubbornly, she sighed and said, "It's useless to talk too much. It will only increase troubles. If it doesn't go well, it will cause trouble."

Pomegranate looked at Haitang with her big eyes for a long time, and finally understood. She hugged Haitang and cried silently.

Haitang's defense was broken in an instant, and tears rolled down her eyes.

Haitang let herself and Pomegranate indulge for a while, then she stopped crying and wiped away her tears.

She straightened the pomegranate upright and said seriously: "Okay, wipe away your tears and go back to sleep again. When you wake up, it will be a new day."

Pomegranate looked at Haitang's gloomy face and red eyes, and couldn't help but shed tears again: "Sister, I'm leaving, what will you do?"

Haitang was startled after hearing this, and then she squeezed out a smile: "Sister, I'm fine. Butler Qian said that he will let me out of the house after this incident. I no longer have to wait on others and live my life based on their looks."

Pomegranate took Haitang's hand and cried and laughed: "Really?"

Haitang rubbed her head and said with a smile: "Of course it is true. When I leave the house, I will find a down-to-earth person to marry. I don't know how sweet the life will be then."

Pomegranate shed tears and said: "Then when I take a rest, I will go and play with my sister. When I fall down, please don't blame me for my lack of eyesight."

Haitang held back tears and nodded: "Go back quickly. Butler Qian will send someone to collect the body later. Don't let anyone see that you are involved."

Pomegranate lifted her steps and walked towards the door step by step.

The moment she closed the door, Shiliu saw Begonia in the room with a pale face and her whole body hidden in the darkness, as if she might be swallowed up at any time.

Only a pair of thin white hands waved to him: "Let's go."

Pomegranate wiped away her tears and trotted back to the house where she and Haitang lived, stepping on the snow-white petals.

After bolting the door, Shiliu climbed onto the couch tremblingly and covered her head and face with the quilt.

In the main room, Haitang had just picked up the copper basin on the ground when she saw Qian Dong pushing the door in with a handkerchief covering his mouth and nose.

Behind Qian Dong were two strong men with sinister faces.

The two strong men had fierce faces, and one of them had a red scar covering his face from his left eye to his right side, which was shocking to see.

The strong man looked at Haitang, who was standing stupidly, seemingly unintentionally. She was so frightened by the fierce look in her eyes that she almost lost her grip on the copper basin in her hand.

When Qian Dong saw Haitang standing in a daze, he pointed at her with sharp eyes: "Get out of here, you idiot! This house is infected with an epidemic, and you're going to die!"

Seeing Haitang stumbling away, Qian Dong said to the two of them: "Hurry and take the person on the bed away. Don't disturb anyone in the house."

Both should be.

Haitang hid in the porch outside the house, watching blankly as the two men took Xu Jiao into bed, tied two bundles with straw mats, and then gently lifted them out.

Before leaving the house, Qian Dong gave the two of them two banknotes: "This person has a disease that is contagious. Take her to the mass graves in the west of the city quickly and burn her clean."

The scarred-faced man took the banknote from Qian Dong's hand and looked at it. His rough voice sounded like it had been scratched by a hot stone oak: "Don't worry, this matter is guaranteed to be foolproof."

Qian Dong nodded and waved lightly.

After the two left, Qian Dong held a handkerchief in one hand, looked at Haitang who was hiding in the distance, and waved to her.

Haitang bit her lip and approached cautiously.

Qian Dong looked at Haitang's pale face and red eyes, and said slowly: "You have been exhausted these past two days. Go back and have a good rest. Later in the evening, go around the house and chat about daily life."

Haitang bowed with tears in her eyes: "Yes, I understand."

Qian Dong glanced at Haitang pitifully and sighed silently: "I'm sorry, go down."

Haitang trembled and lowered her head: "My slave, please leave."

Qian Dong didn't even look at Haitang's leaving figure, and slowly threw the handkerchief on the ground.