Sister, can I be a maid too?

This time it was the bedroom door; I could hear it very clearly.

Jiang Yubai abruptly closed his eyes, inwardly exclaiming, "Holy crap!"

No, Jinxiu New Village is notoriously old and dilapidated. Why would you steal from here? Do you think there's anything there for you to steal?

Choosing this place is one thing, but why did this little thief choose to sneak into his own bedroom instead of going anywhere else?

The person seemed to be moving quietly, their footsteps were soft, but they were still very clear in the quiet night.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, eventually stopping beside his bed.

Jiang Yubai's heart was pounding, feeling his heart rate soaring to 180.

To be honest, in all his years of life, he had never seen a burglary so brazenly sneak into the master bedroom.

I have a feeling that if he dared to wake up, this guy would just commit murder and arson in one fell swoop...

He waited anxiously for a while, but the person didn't move for a long time, which made him feel a little strange.

Logically speaking, even if someone were to steal something from the bedroom, wouldn't a few minutes be enough to check if the person was asleep?

Is it time to start rummaging through drawers and cabinets next?

What's with you standing there motionless by my bedside?

Just as I was wondering, a faint scent of lavender suddenly wafted to my nose.

Jiang Yubai: "......?"

and many more......

A sudden suspicion arose in his mind, and he pretended to be fast asleep, turning his head slightly and secretly squinting his eyes open a crack.

The sight before him made his heart skip a beat.

A girl in pajamas stood quietly at the head of the bed, her long hair cascading down, making her delicate nose appear even more exquisite.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, bathing her in a soft, silvery glow, like a night spirit that had quietly descended.

Those eyes, usually quiet and still, shone brightly in the darkness, staring at him intently without blinking.

This scene, which seemed to have appeared only in a painting, stunned Jiang Yubai for two seconds before hesitantly speaking:

"...Wanwan?"

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Chapter 153: Tingting's Late Night is Just Too Cute

"...Wanwan?"

Jiang Yubai spoke hesitantly.

It wasn't that he recognized the girl in front of him, but rather that even a fool could not figure it out—

How could Lin Jianxia possibly stay up all night and quietly stand by his bedside?

This is just a typical night, a night...

Jiang Yubai quickly stopped himself from doing so and sat up, supporting himself on his arms.

By the moonlight, he saw the girl nod slightly, but she remained standing quietly by the bedside, staring at him without blinking.

"...Why did you suddenly decide to come here?"

Jiang Yubai was somewhat curious.

There's absolutely no way he'd be attacked at night. If you want to believe the rumors about a night attack, you might as well believe that Xia will dress up in a maid outfit and call him 'Master' in a gentle, considerate, and obedient manner.

There's absolutely no such concept.

Upon hearing this question, Lin Tingwan held up the small, spiral-bound notebook she almost never parted with, wrote a few words down, and then handed it over.

Jiang Yubai casually turned on the bedside lamp, leaned over and looked at it; there were only three short words on the notebook.

"I can't sleep."

He blinked, then raised his head and asked again:

"Then... what about your sister?"

"Asleep."

For some reason, Jiang Yubai felt like laughing.

Sure enough, Lin Tingwan and I probably drank the same green tea. No wonder we can't sleep in the middle of the night.

Lin Jianxia's own cup of mango pomelo sago was completely empty of tea; she must be fast asleep by now.

Jiang Yubai first glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

The clock clearly pointed to 12:30 a.m.

Compared to their usual bedtime of around 10 p.m., it is indeed considered late at night.

"You've come to chat with me, right?" he chuckled. "Well then, come on up—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Tingwan nodded slightly, unceremoniously lifted a corner of the blanket, and naturally slipped inside, leaning against the headboard next to him.

Jiang Yubai: "......."

He was momentarily stunned to see her sitting side by side with him.

He originally just wanted the other person to sit on the edge of the bed or something... so he could sit next to them and chat for a while.

How did they just crawl in like that...?

Oh well, I've lain like this before in the study.

There shouldn't be any problem.

Jiang Yubai turned up the air conditioning temperature in the room by two degrees, tucked the blanket around her, and then spoke:

"Can't you sleep?"

Lin Tingwan pursed her lips, revealing a rare look of frustration.

“It has nothing to do with you,” Jiang Yu laughed. “It was your sister who bought those two cups of milk tea. You couldn’t sleep last night after drinking them.”

Lin Tingwan tilted her head and wrote in her notebook:

"My sister is asleep."

"That's because she was drinking..." Jiang Yubai paused, then explained simply, "Just think of it as juice, but the cup we drank had green tea in it, which makes it hard to fall asleep at night."

Lin Tingwan turned her head slightly, her gaze brightening as she looked at Jiang Yu's pale face.

She lowered her head, wrote a few words, and handed the notebook over.

"Is Jiang Yubai also having trouble sleeping?"

"yes....."

Jiang Yubai clicked his tongue in slight annoyance.

"I was just lying in bed counting sheep when I heard the noise and thought a thief had broken in."

He suddenly seemed to remember something, turned his head and asked:

"So... if I really fall asleep, you're not planning to just stand by my bedside until you get sleepy and then go back, are you?"

"have no idea."

Lin Tingwan's answer was simple.

Jiang Yubai casually rubbed the boy's head, feeling somewhat helpless for a moment.

To be honest, if he were really asleep, Lin Tingwan probably would have actually done that.

Before I could say anything, the spiral notebook with familiar handwriting was handed to me again.

"hug."

Seeing these two words now, Jiang Yubai wasn't surprised at all.

Before Lin Tingwan could even take the initiative, he naturally leaned over and gently pulled her into his arms.

To be honest, he even suspected that at least one-fifth of the conversations in Lin Tingwan's nearly empty spiral notebook consisted of those two words.

But as familiar as it is, the act of 'hugging'... is something I could do a million times and never get tired of.

I remember seeing a post once:

Someone placed a 50-kilogram dumbbell on their lap and joked, "So this is what it feels like for a girl to sit on someone's lap."

One person replied below:

"No, girls are soft, warm, and fragrant."

"In winter, she would unzip each other's down jackets and bury her slightly reddened cheeks in the crook of your neck. It was a little cold and a little itchy."

"But she'll smile quietly, and whisper who she met today, how she missed petting a kitten on the street, and how she took a really beautiful picture of the snow scene."

"Her icy hands will slip inside your coat and hug you tightly like a plush toy."

"If you listen quietly at this moment, you can hear her regular heartbeat, smell the scent of her new shampoo, and you will feel that she is really, really lovely."

Upon seeing this passage, Jiang Yubai was filled with longing, wishing he could immediately have a cute girl sitting on his lap so he could hug her like that.

And now, the girl, a hundred times more beautiful than he had ever imagined, was quietly nestled in his arms.

All I can say is that... what they said is true.

Although he didn't dare let Lin Tingwan actually sit on his lap, the two were far from developing an intimate relationship like lovers.

But Jiang Yubai felt that he had indeed received the most wonderful hug in the world.

Lin Tingwan's body pressed gently against him, carrying a faint scent of lavender, as soft as a cloud that had been sunbathed.

The girl's breathing was even and warm, her arms loosely wrapped around his waist, her long, loose hair brushing against his neck, tickling him.

He only needed to lower his head slightly to see the little face buried in his chest.

Her eyes were lowered quietly, and her pink lips were slightly pursed upwards, giving her a peaceful and adorable appearance.