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

"Wow~"

The dazzling sunlight came into his eyes. Song Nan opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the person beside the bed, his head feeling confused.

The housekeeper smiled slightly, picked up the sleepy Earl, and stretched out his hand to rub his head: "Count Nora, are you still sleepy?"

Song Nan's collar was open, and the flower bud at the collarbone had fully bloomed. The petals spread out layer by layer, almost covering the entire shoulder.

He blinked, his head resting weakly on his warm palm, he nodded, and rubbed it as if coquettishly: "Sleepy."

The butler's eyes narrowed slightly, and his dark eyes stared at the charming flowers.He chuckled lightly and put the sleeping person back into the quilt: "If you're sleepy, then sleep a little longer."

He stood up and pushed the dining cart to leave.

Suddenly, Song Nan reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

His face was unnaturally red, his fingertips were trembling slightly, his eyes were filled with tears, and his tone was intimate and dependent: "Don't leave."

The housekeeper smiled, held his hand, opened it ruthlessly, and helped him tuck him back into bed. Ignoring his pitiful plea to stay, he turned and left: "Unbehaved children are easily abandoned by their masters."

[Ding——Target? ? ? (Butler) Favorability -30, currently: 60, target danger value +40%, currently: 50%]

……

{Owner?How are you?The system shows that your mental state is not very good. }

Song Nan's eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes and looked out the window. The roses were swaying in the air, as if they were greeting him.

{Owner?What’s wrong with you? }

Song Nan blinked, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Who are you?"

{ah?It’s over, it’s over, what to do!Other players’ systems can’t connect either!It’s over, it’s over…}

Song Nan lowered his eyes, listening to the voices in his head becoming more and more anxious, and finally even started to cry, silently getting into bed.

"buckle"

The housekeeper pushed the door open and walked in. He stood at the door with a warm smile: "Count Nora, it's time to eat. You can't stay in bed anymore~"

Song Nan's face turned red, and she sat up halfway, tilting her head to look at him quietly.

The white shirt was draped lazily around her neck, exposing the white shoulder and the enchanting rose tattoo on the other side.

The butler smiled, pushed the dining car into the room, made a pot of tea for him, then picked up a knife placed next to him and cut his wrist.

"Drip, drip..."

The bright red blood falls into the black tea and blends with it, making the elegant red color darker.

The housekeeper put a few drops and then withdrew his hand, then raised it to cover the wound on his wrist. When he put it down again, his wrist had returned to its original shape.He smiled, gently stirred the black tea with the silver spoon, then took it out and put it back into the wet handkerchief.

"Earl Nora, black tea." The butler brought the tea cup to Song Nan.

Song Nan stared expressionlessly at the tea that smelled faintly of blood, then reached out to take the cup and took a sip.

He paused, his pupils turned a little scarlet, and the core of the rose tattoo on his shoulder was also stained a little red.

The housekeeper was helping him get dressed. Feeling his stiffness, he raised his head and asked gently: "What's wrong?"

Song Nan shook his head and continued to taste. He drank the black tea reluctantly and put it back in the dining car aside.

The butler stood up, raised his collar, buttoned the top button of his suit, took out his tie, and tied it into a beautiful bow tie.

He picked up the cane beside him, Song Nan took it and walked towards the door.

……

In the restaurant, Song Nan sat alone at the huge dining table. The butler stood beside him, holding a dinner plate in his hand, introducing the ingredients and preparation methods of the food while feeding him.

Song Nan chewed the food handed to her lips one by one, looked at the empty seats, swallowed the food in her mouth expressionlessly, and asked: "Where are the others?"

The butler paused and responded gently: "You forgot, you are the only one in the manor."

Song Nan raised his head, stared into his dark eyes, and looked away for a moment: "Really? There are indeed very few people who can sell their souls so easily."

The butler smiled and said respectfully, "You just made the best choice."

Song Nan nodded, picked up a napkin and wiped his lips, then stood up.

The butler put down the dinner plate and followed quickly. When they walked out, the servants rushed in to clean up the mess.

……

Song Nan sat in the garden, drinking black tea and watching the housekeeper prune the towering roses.

The butler cut off a few roses, walked up to Song Nan, and said with a smile, "Earl, I'll give you some roses."

Song Nan looked at the rose lying in his hand and reached out to pinch the stem.

The prickles pierced the skin, oozing scarlet blood and dripping onto the transparent tea table.

The butler's expression darkened, he held his hand and let the rose fall.

His eyes were lingering, and he leaned down to take his slender fingers in his mouth. The tip of his tongue rolled up the blood droplets full of elegant rose fragrance, and swallowed them into his throat.

Song Nan stared at him expressionlessly, watching as he let go of his hand and the scratches on his fingertips disappeared.

The butler smiled slightly and picked up the rose on the ground. The rose withered instantly, and the rose bush in front stopped swaying, as if it was afraid of him and did not dare to move.

He glanced at the ground and climbed onto the tea table silently, running towards the rose with drops of blood. He looked at Song Nan who was holding the tea cup, and said gently: "Earl, it's lunch break time."

Song Nan's fingertips trembled, and she put down the teacup gracefully, stood up and held onto her cane: "Let's go."

The butler put his right hand on his left chest and saluted respectfully: "Yes, Earl."

……

Song Nan walked into the manor hall, suddenly paused, and turned his head to look at the butler who was following him.

A trace of doubt flashed through his light eyes, staring at the white shirt and silver-rimmed glasses he was wearing, confused: "When did you get into the habit of wearing glasses? And you changed your clothes in such a short period of time?"

The "butler" smiled and saluted respectfully: "Earl, I always wear glasses." He looked a little disappointed, "It seems that you rarely care about me..."

Song Nan's heart palpitated, and he suddenly became panicked: "No, I just..."

The "butler" smiled brightly, and his golden eyes seemed to be filled with sparkling stars. He leaned over and took his hand, with obvious joy in his tone: "I'm so happy, the count still cares about me."

The tips of Song Nan's ears turned red. He pulled back his hand, coughed slightly, and walked forward with his head held high. His steps were hurried, as if he was running away.

The "butler" stood up and looked at the Earl's hurried back, the warmth of his palm still on his fingertips.

He slowly raised his hand, put his fingertips on his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and chuckled: "So cute~"

The housekeeper walked up to him and asked indifferently: "How are they?"

The "Butler"'s smile faded, his expression was indifferent, and he responded calmly: "After all these days, I am still very tight-lipped and cold-blooded. I don't care if my companion dies. There is a man who can take a beating and has the most energy in his body. You can start from Let him take a look at it. At worst, he can cut them open and devour their souls to know their memories."

The butler's black eyes flashed with coldness: "Why don't you take action? Do you have to wait for me to come?"

The "butler" smiled, rolled up his cuffs, unbuttoned the top button of his white shirt, exposing his pale chest, and raised his hand to push back the strands of hair on his forehead.

A fierce look appeared in his golden eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and he waved his hands helplessly: "I think it's dirty~ Why would I be willing to dirty my booth before I got the little earl?"

The housekeeper chuckled lightly, not knowing what he was thinking about. A sincere smile flashed in his eyes and he agreed: "Indeed, I feel dirty too."

"Don't worry, everyone's dolls have been carved anyway. As long as time runs out, the souls will return to their original places." The corners of the "Butler's" mouth curled up slightly, he raised his head, his golden eyes stared straight at the room belonging to the Earl. , without concealing the malice, he put his fingers on his lips and said in a tender voice, "I'm looking forward to it~"

The butler smiled warmly and looked at the rose bushes outside the manor: "Speaking of which, their puppets should also be made, Ren Ke is coming as a guest."

The "butler" looked away and curled his lips: "Come on, I'll kill her if she dares to say more."

He turned around, waved, and put his hands behind his head, bored: "Okay, I'll go play with them again, and you continue to follow the little earl."