Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 182 Sleepwalking

Xiao Guoer just felt an itch on her face and thought it was some mosquito or something harassing her in her sleep. She waved her hands irritably, trying to drive away the annoying "mosquito".

However, she accidentally swung her arm and hit a huge obstacle.

Xiao Guoer woke up instantly. She sat up straight with her eyes wide open. Her originally confused mind became extremely clear when she saw a man squatting in front of her. She couldn't help but screamed: "Ah——"

When she saw clearly that the person in front of her was the Eighth Prince, Xiao Guoer's heart, which had been beating in her throat, finally settled down.

She patted her chest lightly, complaining with lingering fear: "Prince! Why are you scaring people in the middle of the night? Scaring people can kill them, don't you know?"

After Xiao Guoer finished complaining, she did not get a response from the man. She only saw the man staring at her with an unclear expression, as if he was possessed by a demon.

Xiao Guo'er's heart began to beat again. She swallowed fearfully, her throat trembling slightly as she muttered uncertainly, "Prince...you...you are not sleepwalking, are you?"

Zhao Yunrong stared at the palm-sized little face in front of him, his big eyes blinking frequently because of fear and anxiety, and suddenly they overlapped with several faces in his memory.

There was a thief in Zuihua Tower who disguised himself as a man and stole the treasure map, and whose martial arts were mediocre; there was a peerless woman who rescued him from the Qingshui River during the Dragon Boat Festival and personally gave him a breath of fresh air.

He suddenly remembered the little maid whose calf was beaten bloody in Zuihualou and whose face was scarred by a knife, but who was completely different from the person in front of him; and the boy who followed behind Yingniang and claimed to be her younger brother.

Part of his thoughts were extremely clear, while part of them were extremely chaotic and vague.

Zhao Yunrong's mood at this moment was like a tangled mess, extremely complicated and chaotic, but the regret in it was clearly conveyed to his heart.

How could he not notice it! How could he not notice it!

After Yingniang was redeemed, there suddenly appeared a boy with a scar on his face who claimed to be her younger brother. Why didn't he find it strange at all? !

After Zhao Yunrong felt annoyed, he quickly felt a secret joy in his heart: She is not a man! She is a woman!

This realization made his heart beat faster, and every moment he spent with her kept reappearing in his mind.

He couldn't help but think of the faint fragrance wafting from her body, her slender waist and her white feet...

Just as Xiao Guoer felt the creeping feeling on her back and wrapped the man's robe around her body again, she finally heard the man's response.

"You talked in your sleep and shouted very loudly."

Zhao Yunrong's voice was calm and low, as if nothing had happened just now. The moment she opened her eyes, he had already clenched the fake scar skin in his hand and hid it in his palm.

Even though his heart was in turmoil at the moment, he remained calm and didn't let her notice anything unusual.

He hasn't figured out how to face her in the future, how to deal with such an unexpected...surprise.

He needs some buffer time to think.

Hearing that she was actually talking in her sleep, Xiao Guoer's body stiffened. She tried hard to recall what she had just dreamed about, but her mind was blank and she couldn't remember any details at all. She could only ask the man in front of her with some uncertainty and embarrassment, "What did Xiaomin say?"

If time went back to two days ago, Xiao Guoer would definitely not have let her guard down and not noticed anything unusual. But in the past two days, this Eighth Prince, whom she once regarded as extremely dangerous, saved her life more than once.

Therefore, when he spoke to her in a calm tone, she naturally relaxed her guard, not expecting that the flaw on her face had been seen through by the other party.

"You didn't speak clearly. I didn't understand."

Zhao Yunrong slowly stood up, walked steadily to the other side, and then lay down without changing his expression or heartbeat. His expression did not reveal the slightest trace of his guilty conscience, as if he really did not understand what Xiao Guoer said in the dream.

Instead, Xiao Guoer felt guilty. Could it be that she said some modern words in her dream that he couldn't understand?

"Well... I will try my best to control my words and actions. To avoid disturbing your sweet dreams again, please go to sleep first."

Xiao Guoer thought that it was really not something she could control whether or not she talked in her sleep.

But she never expected that when she was still wondering what she had said in her sleep, it was just a lie made up by the Eighth Prince to cover up the truth.

And the thing she was most worried about had already happened. Her biggest secret had been known by the Eighth Prince.

However, the outcome she expected, that she would be killed to silence her after being discovered, was completely different from the Eighth Prince's actual idea.

Zhao Yunrong did not respond to Xiao Guoer's words, but just closed his eyes and lay quietly on the dead leaves.

In his mind, there kept emerging scenes at Zuihua Tower and by the Qingshui River, as well as the intimate interaction between Xiao Guoer and Tang Jingchen, and how she traveled thousands of miles to Huaiyang City for Tang Jingchen, unafraid of the plague, stood up to the wild boar attack without fear of life and death, and sucked out the snake venom for Tang Jingchen herself to save him...

There were also her bright and dazzling eyes that flashed with love when she looked at Tang Jingchen, her anticipation of wanting to share the delicious food with Tang Jingchen, and her anger when she thought he cursed Tang Jingchen...

These images kept interweaving in his mind, making him feel extremely entangled and painful.

Zhao Yunrong clenched his hands tighter and tighter, and the fake scar sticker seemed to instantly turn into a burning fire, burning his heart and igniting a surge of anger and strong unwillingness.

What would she do if he revealed her identity?

What can he do?

Use power to coerce and bribe her? But will she be willing? Will she still have Tang Jingchen in her heart?

Can he force her to forget Tang Jingchen and love only him from now on?

But what if she doesn't comply? Lock her up?

In addition to Tang Jingchen, there are many other problems between them, such as Xie Mengwan...

Zhao Yunrong's body lay motionless on the dead leaves, as quiet as if he were a person in deep sleep, but his heart seemed to be like a ship in the deep sea, floating up and down without a clue in the turbulent undercurrent, wind and rain, and waves.

He thought over and over again for an unknown amount of time, and finally he slowly opened his eyes again.

Those narrow and deep eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, burst out with unprecedented light at this moment, as if burning with blazing flames, wrapped in strong and burning desire, making it impossible to look directly at them.

Zhao Yunrong looked at the figure that curled up and fell asleep again, and stood up silently again.

His movements were light and agile, like a ghost, appearing elusively.

Zhao Yunrong squatted down and his eyes fell again on the small face with dark complexion but a patch of unusually white skin on the left cheek, forming a sharp contrast.