Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

The black cat broke free from the magician's hand, jumped onto Song Nan's legs, curled up into a ball, and licked its fur.

Song Nan reached out and stroked his back, leaning lazily on the soft cushions.

Outside the window, the scenery passed by quickly, and it was difficult to distinguish whether it was people or objects.

"Click"

The butler opened the car door and walked into the car with the dessert. He turned over the magician's top hat and put his hand into the hat. Then, he pulled out a black thing. Then, the thing floated to the ground and stood upright like an inflated balloon. It instantly transformed into a black coffee table, located in the center of the carriage.

The butler sat next to Song Nan and placed the dishes on the coffee table one by one. At the same time, the magician took out a simple vase from his hat and placed it in the middle of the coffee table.

After placing all the food, the butler took out the rose from his chest and inserted it into the vase. Finally, he elegantly poured a pot of tea, placed it gently in front of Song Nan, and smiled slightly: "Earl, please have some tea."

Song Nan opened his mouth and waited for the butler to hand over the fork, but he only handed it two or three centimeters away from the red lips and stopped.

Song Nan frowned, stood up, bit down on the fork, and at the same time raised his eyes, glaring at him with dissatisfaction.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the butler's fingertips trembled and he almost let go of the fork handle. The car suddenly became quiet, and the air became inexplicably hot in the sight of several people.

"?" Song Nan was confused and moved back with the fork in his mouth. Unexpectedly, the fork escaped from the butler's fingers with his movements and was held in the air.

He paused, raised his hand to hold the handle of the fork, spit out the fork, pressed the tip of the fork to his lips, and reflexively reached out to the tip of his tongue to lick the remaining sweetness on the fork: "What's wrong?"

The black cat stared at his lips with wide eyes, and swallowed unconsciously.

The magician's throat rolled, he lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand: "Gabuchel, come here."

The black cat withdrew its gaze and faced the magician. It rarely resisted him. It jumped into his palm and huddled up, but its eyes were still fixed on Song Nan. The red cat pupils seemed to be a little darker.

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, put down his fork, picked up a small piece of cake, and asked curiously: "It's called Gabuchel? Did he tell you that?"

The magician pinched the black cat's front paws, looked at its outstretched nails, and chuckled: "Yes. This cat is unusual. It can actually appear in a sacred place like the Holy See."

He narrowed his golden eyes and kneaded its flesh pads, causing the fur to bristle: "Sweetheart, in fact, staying in the Holy See will help you complete the task faster."

"Shouldn't we destroy the Dark Altar first?" Song Nan swallowed the dessert and spoke calmly.

The magician looked at his clear eyes, there was no trace of dirt in them, and couldn't help but smile.

He pressed the tips of the black cat's furry ears with his fingertips and pushed them down. Seeing the black cat baring his teeth in discomfort, he chuckled happily: "That's right, we must first destroy the dark altar..."

"Oh, that's right~" The magician let go of the black cat and watched it return to Song Nan's lap. He arched his back and kept making threatening sounds to him. "The believers guarding the dark altar are very interesting~ They are more difficult to deal with than expected. , sweetheart, be careful."

Song Nan frowned, feeling difficult about this mission.

How strong must one be who even magicians find difficult to deal with?

……

Night fell, and the scenery outside the carriage was still moving backwards rapidly, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Shut up!"

The carriage suddenly stopped and the interior of the carriage shook violently. Song Nan was momentarily unsteady and fell forward. He was caught by the magician sitting opposite, who saved him from falling to the ground.

The magician helped him back to his seat, and the butler pushed the door open to investigate the cause and effect.

However, I didn't expect that he had been gone for a long time and still hadn't come back.

Song Nan paused, holding the black cat in his arms and about to get out of the car to ask, but was stopped by the magician.

"Don't worry, just wait."

Song Nan pursed her lower lip and had no choice but to sit back in her seat and continue waiting.

After a moment, the butler appeared beside the carriage and walked into the car.

He was neatly dressed and looked the same as before, but if he got a little closer, he could smell the faint fragrance on his clothes.It was a smell that could only be found on clothes that had been washed and ironed. It was also a scent that could usually be smelled when the housekeeper woke him up early in the morning to dress him and wash him.

It had been a day, and logically speaking, the fragrance on his body shouldn't be so strong, unless he had changed into a new set.

Song Nan raised her head and stared at him, seeing his pale and slender fingers, his bright white nails neatly trimmed, and the cuffs of his black deacon uniform rolled up on his wrist, revealing a small section of his wrist that was as white as moonlight. The inexplicably attractive sight was fixed on him unconsciously. On that section of exposed skin.

The butler sat next to Song Nan, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, put them on quickly, then put down the cuffs, smoothed them carefully, fastened the cufflinks neatly, tilted his head, and smiled with him: "Earl, someone is blocking the way. The problem has been solved.”

Song Nan nodded and didn't ask in detail, but just looked out the window for no reason.

The carriage was driving again, and the initial speed was not very fast. Under the moonlight, in the dimness, we could clearly see the deep black marks on the road, large and small, splashing out in radial shapes, and there were also patches on the branches on both sides of the road. Something like something falls down, or a liquid with a faint red light flows down the branches.

Song Nan looked away and unexpectedly met the housekeeper's warm smile.

His face turned slightly red and he spoke softly: "Earl, it's time for you to wash up and change clothes."

Song Nan's pupils shrank, and he clenched his collar unconsciously, his cheeks turned red, and he stumbled: "Here? There's no place for me to wash here. It's okay if I don't wash for a day, right?"

The housekeeper frowned and said solemnly: "No. Please be sure to clean yourself up. Of course, during the time you are cleaning, I will remove the excess people, so you don't have to worry about your body being seen by others. "

Song Nan's mouth twitched, and when he saw the magician taking away the black cat, he consciously opened the car door and climbed on the roof, his face darkened.

The housekeeper smiled, leaned over, took his arm, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head: "Don't worry, it will be soon."

Song Nan paused. Even though someone had already seen them all... but no matter what, he was still included in the category of others!

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On the roof of the car, the black cat struggled hard, scratching and biting the magician, trying desperately to get down and get back into the car. However, after so long, he couldn't even scratch his white gloves, so he could only swipe his tail impatiently. Lying softly in his hands.

The magician's golden eyes were slightly narrowed, and his eyes were deep. He didn't know what he saw. He stretched out his hand to stroke its little head and chuckled: "Others can't look at it~ Otherwise we will be jealous..."

The black cat's hair exploded, its teeth bared, it cursed and screamed, and bit his fingers. Its sharp teeth dug into the gloves, but it couldn't bite through the gloves, let alone penetrate his fingertips.

……

Song Nan's face turned red with embarrassment, and she clenched the blanket on her legs nervously, lowering her head and not daring to look at the two people and the cat in the car.

He gritted his teeth secretly, his eyes filled with water, and glared angrily at the kind housekeeper beside him, complaining why he didn't give him a pair of outer pants, but he had to let him sit so naked, even if there was a blanket to cover him, it still made him feel awkward, and his body I was so ashamed that I felt so hot that I wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.

So, why not give me some outer pants!