Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 181 You keep moving around and I can’t sleep

Xiao Guoer's big eyes turned around as her mind thought about all the possibilities she could think of, and she looked at the expressionless man with hope.

Unfortunately, the man did not give her a positive answer as she wished. Instead, he sneered sarcastically, "Oh, smoke bomb? Are you afraid that you won't be able to attract assassins?"

Xiao Guoer pursed her lips, realizing that she had said something stupid, but she still insisted, "I was just giving an example. Don't you have any special method that won't attract the enemy's attention?"

Of course, they had a unique way of communicating with each other, but Zhao Yunrong inexplicably didn't want to tell him directly. It seemed that seeing him anxious and worried was also quite interesting.

"If you want to go up, there is a way."

"any solution?"

"Use your dagger to dig holes in the wall and climb up step by step. Keep climbing by digging a hole with each step. You will eventually reach the top."

Is he talking about rock climbing? Xiao Guoer looked up at the earth wall that was five meters high, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch. Not to mention the danger of rock climbing without any protective measures, it is easy to fall and die. Just talking about the height, if she was asked to dig a hole bit by bit, it would take her forever! I'm afraid she would starve to death here and couldn't get out!

"Are you... serious?"

Zhao Yunrong looked at his expression, which changed many times in an instant, with satisfaction, and continued to tease him seriously, "When has this prince ever not been serious?"

The more Xiao Guoer pondered the man's tone and expression, the more she felt that he was very suspicious and did not look helpless at all.

Anyway, there is a prince to take the blame for him, so he is not in a hurry, so why should she be in a hurry?

Unconsciously, even Xiao Guoer herself did not realize that she had regarded the Eighth Prince as her backbone. It seemed that as long as he was there, there was no problem he could not solve.

She didn't know if it was because he saved her time and again without regard for his own safety that her wariness of him was slowly disappearing. The uneasiness she had felt around this man, the fear of having her appearance exposed and then being silenced, was gradually replaced by trust and reliance.

In her heart, she regarded the Eighth Prince as a strong man, a strong man who could save her life in times of crisis.

When it gets completely dark, the temperature in the underground cave slowly drops.

Although it was a hot summer day, the temperature here was much lower than the cave they were in yesterday. As night fell, Xiao Guoer felt a chill coming and couldn't help shivering.

Fortunately, there were some dead branches and leaves in it. Xiao Guoer gathered them into a pile and lit them with the Eighth Prince's fire starter. The burning flames gradually drove away the cold and darkness, and her body began to feel warm and comfortable.

After a whole day of running around, both of them were exhausted. Xiao Guoer noticed that the Eighth Prince had already laid down on the dead leaves, his eyes closed, as if he was about to fall into a sweet dream.

Sleepiness is contagious, and her sleepiness came out unconsciously. She couldn't help but yawning loudly, then moved closer to the fire and lay down on her side.

But my tired body couldn't fall asleep.

Either she was too close to the fire and felt unbearably hot, or she was a little further away from the fire and felt bone-chillingly cold. In this way, her body repeatedly tossed between hot and cold, and she could never find a suitable position that allowed her to fall asleep peacefully.

Just when she didn't know how many times she moved back and forth, a coat was suddenly covered on her body.

She opened her eyes in surprise, looked at the Eighth Prince who still had his eyes closed, and asked in a low voice, "Prince, aren't you cold without your coat?"

There was a moment of silence. When Xiao Guoer thought the man was asleep and would not answer, she heard a helpless sigh, "You keep moving around and I can't sleep." The man's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of laziness and dissatisfaction.

The little bit of emotion and gratitude that had just risen in Xiao Guo'er's heart was instantly dispersed by such a sentence and turned into a little embarrassment.

She curled her lips, turned over, put the man's robe on herself, closed her eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

Next to the campfire, the burning dead branches made crackling sounds from time to time.

In the flickering firelight, the man who had his eyes closed suddenly opened his dark eyes.

There wasn't a trace of sleepiness in those deep eyes. The clear, narrow eyes slowly turned and looked at the curled-up figure, revealing a look of interest in the pupils.

Zhao Yunrong waited until Xiao Guoer began to breathe long and evenly before he slowly stood up.

He did not make the slightest sound and was as quiet as a motionless dead leaf in the cave, yet he was more lively and flexible than a dead leaf.

He walked with light steps, each step was silent, as if blending into the surrounding environment.

He slowly and quietly approached the man who was sleeping on the ground covered with his coat.

Zhao Yunrong finally walked in front of Xiao Guoer and slowly squatted down his tall body.

The shadow originally cast on that delicate little face also disappeared as he squatted down. Under the dim light, the raised corner of the scar on the left cheek of the sleeping little face became less and less obvious.

If he hadn't noticed the clues during the day, it would have been difficult for him to notice anything unusual at night.

Zhao Yunrong stretched out his right index finger and gently fiddled with the raised "flesh". Seeing that Xiaoguo was still sleeping soundly and was not woken up, he continued his movements with peace of mind.

The two fingertips of his right hand pinched a corner of the "flesh" that he had fiddled with, and very slowly, peeled it off bit by bit, as if he was uncovering a long-hidden secret.

The Eighth Prince, who was always extremely calm and composed, held his breath involuntarily as the fair skin under the scar gradually revealed itself before his eyes, and his heartbeat seemed to speed up uncontrollably.

Although his movements were as gentle as possible, the tearing sensation caused by the scar stuck on the skin being peeled off inevitably woke up someone who was already sleeping.