Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter - Chapter 1177

Chapter 1177: Chapter 1169: The Phrase “Master” has Become Her Nightmare_1 Chapter 1177: Chapter 1169: The Phrase “Master” has Become Her Nightmare_1 “You’re living there all alone; it’s too miserable.”

Lin Qingluo couldn’t bear it: “How about this, I’ll let Baoya come out to accompany you, so you won’t be too lonely.”

“Okay.”

Lin Yixuan felt a warmth in his heart, leaned forward, and affectionately rested against his sister.

*
Yi Xian’er was terrified, falling into the stream and fleeing all night, exhausted in body and spirit.

Staying in the inn, she was still worried and lay on the bed in a daze, half asleep and half awake.

Feng Yi woke up full of energy, and when he opened his eyes, it was already afternoon.

He got out of bed and pushed open the window, stretched lazily while basking in the warm winter sun.

Xian’er heard the movement next door, rubbed her eyes and opened them.

“Brother Yi, Sister is here, she’s calling you downstairs for dinner.”

Lin Yixuan ran up the stairs lightly and knocked on Feng Yi’s door.

“Master is here?”

Feng Yi was overjoyed, the door opened, and hurried footsteps sounded from the hallway, following the stairs all the way down.

“Ah.”

Yi Xian’er’s face turned pale when she heard the word ‘Master,’ and she suddenly sat up in bed, clutching her chest, her brows knitted in pain.

Just hearing the word ‘Master’ had become her nightmare.

Just hearing it frightened her, and her heart ached with each contraction.

“Tap, tap.”

Light knocking came from outside the door, Lin Yixuan listened to the movements in the guestroom, and his handsome eyebrows showed a trace of confusion.

Just now, there seemed to be a painful wail from the room, although it was just a brief syllable, he distinctly heard it with his keen ears.

“Who is it?”

Xian’er covered her chest, breathless.

“Sister Xian’er, are you feeling unwell? I’ll call Sister to come and see you.”

Lin Yixuan sensed that something was wrong, and swiftly ran downstairs.

“Xian’er? The girl you saved?”

Lin Qingluo had sharp senses, heard the conversation upstairs, and stood up from her chair even before Lin Yixuan got close.

“It’s her.”

Feng Yi had just sat down when he stood up again, wanting to follow upstairs.

“It’s not proper for you to enter a girl’s room.”

Lin Qingluo pressed her right hand on his shoulder, smiling to stop him: “You guys go ahead and eat; I will go up and check.”

“Alright.”

Lin Yixuan had just arrived, and exchanged glances with Feng Yi, both agreeing in unison.

Lin Qingluo smiled and walked slowly up the stairs, arriving at Xian’er’s room and knocking gently on the door.

There was no response from the room, Xian’er clutched her chest in pain, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

Without hesitation, Lin Qingluo waved her hand, and the door opened automatically.

“Who are you?”

Xian’er was startled, her beautiful eyes widened, shakily looking at her.

“I’m Yixuan’s sister.”

Lin Qingluo’s smile was warm as she entered the room and closed the door with a wave of her hand.

“You are the one he mentioned…”

Xian’er gasped weakly, looking at the slightly younger and spirited girl, with a hint of disbelief: “The very powerful sister?”

“Hehe, did Yixuan say that?”

Lin Qingluo’s delicate eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a hint of teasing: “It seems that in his heart, the most suitable words to describe his sister are ‘powerful.’”
“The Master in Feng Yi’s words, is it also you?”

When Xian’er said the word ‘Master,’ her heart contracted fiercely, and she let out a stifled groan.

“Sit still and don’t move; I’ll heal you.”

With just one glance, Lin Qingluo could see the problem, swiftly stepped forward, and her right hand’s spiritual light surged, striking Xian’er’s back.