He saw the girl's evasive expression, and one of her rabbit ears drooped guiltily.
Her bright eyes glanced to the side. She clutched the white blanket at her collar, her pink lips parting slightly. "Uh, I thought you were... staff... from the Lost Tower."
The last time at the Lost Tower, he had suddenly pulled her into a small room.
Yu Zhizhi still remembered his name.
'Louis.'
He had been burning up at the time, as if he were in heat. In the end, Yu Zhizhi had exchanged for a Calm Potion for him.
Seeing his exceptionally handsome appearance, Yu Zhizhi had mistaken him for one of the Lost Tower's Artists.
Now, seeing him in a dark green uniform, he showed none of the distress and pain from that night. His dark eyes held a gentle smile.
Louis looked at the petite female before him and said sincerely, "Thank you for your help last time. It's my honor to become your Housekeeper."
"You're welcome."
Yu Zhizhi lowered her gaze.
