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

As usual, Song Nan was served by a butler dressed in neat butler's uniform.

But this time it was different. While he was dining, a carriage drove from a distance, causing the roses to sway, and in a moment they arrived at the Angel Fountain in front of the manor.

Song Nan swallowed the food in his mouth, glanced through the glass window at the young woman slowly walking out of the carriage, looked at the housekeeper beside him, and asked: "Who is she?"

The butler's smile froze for a moment. He turned his head and glanced at the woman who had dismounted and walked over. Impatience flashed in his eyes. He replied gently: "I will take care of an unimportant person. Please continue to eat."

Song Nan opened his mouth to bite the food he handed over, chewing it with an expressionless face, guessing the identity of the woman.

……

Song Nan was sitting on the sofa in the hall, drinking brewed black tea.

The butler left in a hurry before he finished his meal, leading the young woman to who knows where.

He took a sip of black tea. At his feet, roses slowly crawled up, climbed onto the sofa, wrapped around his fingertips, and bloomed coquettishly.

Song Nan lowered his eyes and stroked the flower stem with its thorns removed. The rose trembled slightly, seeming a little shy.

"Little Earl~" A gentle voice sounded from above, and the pale and slender fingers came into view, grabbing the rose stem twisted into a ring at the fingertips, and gently broke it.

Song Nan raised his head and looked at the butler in a messy white shirt and silver-rimmed glasses, with a blank look on his face: "Don't you like to be well-dressed?"

The "butler" raised the corners of his mouth, sat next to him, propped up his chin, and stared at him with his golden eyes, his eyes lovingly: "Little Earl, have you recognized the wrong person?"

Song Nan was confused and observed his appearance carefully. She didn't think there was any difference between him and the housekeeper, but the man in front of him was more casual and wanton.

Housekeepers dress strictly. Clothes must be ironed before wearing, and buttoned to the top. Everything is neat and tidy. They also have a strong sense of time. A series of tasks such as meal preparation must be done by counting the time before starting. Not even a second longer... In a way, he is quite terrifying and precise.

Song Nan was thinking about it when his chin was suddenly pinched and raised.

"Are you thinking about that person in front of me?" "Butler"'s golden eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth were still raised, but with a hint of malice.

He exerted slight pressure on his fingertips and stared at the red marks on his fair skin. The golden color in his eyes gradually deepened: "Tell me, how can I calm down~"

Song Nan pursed her lower lip and seemed a little dissatisfied: "You are the same person. Although your behavior is completely different, I will not admit it."

The "Butler" paused, smiled warmly, stood up and looked down at him, swept the red rose on the table, picked it up, wrapped the petals in his palm, plucked the whole flower, and separated the petals from the sepals.

He leaned over, reached out and raised his chin again, and the hand holding the petals gradually became stronger, crushing the petals.

The rose-red liquid soaked into the palm of the hand and dripped onto the fingertips.

The corners of the "Butler's" mouth were slightly raised, and a finger stained with flower juice pressed his lips, and his tone was ambiguous: "Little Earl, let me put on lipstick for you~"

After saying this, he carefully stroked his lips with his fingertips, and the rose red stained his lips, invisibly attracting people's attention.

The "butler"'s expression darkened, and he held Song Nan's chin with his hand and pressed it down gently. The fingertips on his lips moved slightly, then he inserted his fingers into the hot and humid mouth, and pressed his small tongue.

Song Nan frowned, seeing that he was becoming more and more presumptuous, and opened her mouth to bite his finger.

The "Butler" took out his finger, stared at the transparent liquid and tooth marks above it, and smiled slightly: "Little Earl, he doesn't want you to feel pain, so let me hurt you, okay?"

He said, without waiting for an answer, he leaned down and held his hand with one hand, grabbed his tie with the other, pulled it off, threw it aside casually, and unbuttoned his collar...

The "butler" frowned, and buttoned one button after another, small and difficult to figure out.He bared his teeth and pulled it away impatiently.

"Hi~"

The buttons popped open, flying onto the sofa and bouncing to the floor.

Song Nan's pupils shrank suddenly, his face turned crimson, and he was furious. He raised his leg and hit the rebellious person above him.

"Butler" smiled, raised his knees to hold his thighs, leaned down, put his head close to his fair neck, looked at the rose tattoo that was completely dyed red, and kissed him softly: "So beautiful, it really suits you... "

He put his head on his neck, smelling the elegant rose fragrance emanating from his fair skin, his eyes lingering: "It smells so good~"

Song Nan frowned, his body was completely restrained, and he couldn't break free even if he tried. He blushed and yelled angrily: "You are so presumptuous!"

"Butler" smiled lowly, his voice gentle and magnetic, bringing a tingling feeling: "He asked you to drink his blood, right? It's all red~"

He bit the soft skin, put out the tip of his tongue and licked it gently, and then carefully tore it with his sharp teeth. Feeling the trembling of the person under him, his golden eyes slightly curved: "Even if I suck your blood, I can keep you captive. But he insists on giving you blood to drink, so that you gradually become addicted to him... What a despicable and hypocritical servant."

"Uh..." Song Nan opened his mouth silently, his neck tingled, and the discomfort of blood withdrawal passed through his head, bringing a strange feeling.

He pursed his lower lip, his eyes filled with tears, his face turned red, and his body moved unconsciously.

The "Butler" raised his head, his scarlet tongue licked the skin where the blood flowed inch by inch, and finally held the wound in his mouth religiously. When he left again, the wound had disappeared.

He stood up and stared at the watery peach blossom eyes. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes were mixed with a little helplessness: "Who told me to be the same as him."

He leaned forward, put his scarlet lips against the rose-colored lips, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and entangled them.

A trace of blood overflowed from his lips and teeth, slid down his red-marked chin, and fell on the white collar.

Song Nan's light-colored pupils were instantly filled with red, and the rose tattoo on her neck changed again. A small rose slowly unfolded from above the original one. Like the one below, it quickly climbed upwards, blooming in random directions until it arrived. White neck.

The last rose bloomed, and the end of the petals covered her cheeks, reflecting the bright red eyes, beautiful and enchanting.

The "Butler" stood up and pulled his tongue away. Seeing that he was reluctant to give up, he reached out and rubbed his head: "Be good, know the right amount, too much can be addictive. Haha~ Although you already belong to that category."

Suddenly, he quickly retreated and dodged the incoming fist.

He tilted his head and looked at the housekeeper who had been standing by the sofa for an unknown amount of time. He twitched the corners of his mouth and provocatively put out the tip of his tongue to lick his scarlet lips, as if to show off something: "Hey, you're here~"

The butler's dark eyes were gloomy. He picked up the count who was sleeping soundly on the sofa. He looked at the face that looked exactly like his on the opposite side and said indifferently: "Ren Ke is executing an execution there. A person can't bear it. He dies. Go and dispose of the body." There is a woman whose spirit is a little loose and can’t hold on any longer.”

The "butler" listened to him expressionlessly, watched him carry his beloved to the room he had carefully prepared for him, and asked a question that only the two of them understood: "Do we have a name?"

The butler paused, raised the corners of his mouth tenderly, his dark eyes were deep, filled with intoxicating love, and responded softly: "Our master gave us the most precious thing. From that moment on, we and him have been involved. , until one party dies.”

"Butler" lowered his golden eyes and clenched his fists, somewhat unwillingly: "You know we can't keep him."

The butler smiled slightly and said calmly: "He will always stay for us one time."

After that, he stopped talking to him and walked straight to the stairs.

"Butler" gritted his teeth and crushed the roses climbing at his feet angrily: "What a loyal dog!"