Personality V: I will save everything

"Wuwuwu......." Kreacher's face turned red, like a frightened little rabbit. He covered his face tightly with his hands, as if he could escape reality in this way.

At this moment, he really felt that he had no face to face this world, especially the children in the orphanage!

How could that abominable fellow Servi be so inconsiderate of his feelings? He actually picked him up carelessly and unceremoniously in front of all the orphans!

But Servi seemed to be completely unconcerned about the gazes of the people around him. He walked into the orphanage with big strides, holding Kreacher in his arms, as if no one was around.

Along the way, Kreacher felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. The laughter and whispers of other children kept coming into his ears, which made him feel even more ashamed.

Finally, Servi came to the orphanage director's office and gently placed Kreacher on the soft and comfortable big bed.

However, even though his body had already touched the warmth of the bed, Kreacher still didn't dare to move. He just stubbornly covered his face tightly with his hands, and his whole body still maintained the curled up posture just now, as if only in this way could he feel a little more at ease.

"Oh my, this is so embarrassing! How can I stay in the orphanage in the future............." Kreacher secretly groaned in his heart, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into and never come out to see anyone again.

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At the entrance of the orphanage, a group of children were looking around curiously. Uncle Servi, who often came here to take care of them, was now carefully carrying the director into the orphanage. The children looked at each other, and a trace of doubt surged in their hearts.

"I always feel that Uncle Severi's attitude towards Uncle Dean is so weird." Ellie blinked her big eyes and said with a puzzled look on her face.

She really couldn't understand why Uncle Servi looked at Uncle Dean with such gentle eyes and his movements were so soft, as if Uncle Dean was a rare treasure.

And that look was exactly like the impression she had of her father caring for her mother. But the problem was that they were both men, and in Ellie's little head, she had always believed that a father and a mother should be a man and a woman.

Hearing what Ellie said, Caesar shook his head and said, "What's so strange about this? I think it's good."

He continued with a smile, "It's hard enough for the director to worry about so many of us children every day. If Uncle Servi could come to help take care of him, wouldn't that be great?"

At this time, Beth also came over and agreed: "That's right, besides, Uncle Dean must like Uncle Servi too!"

She nodded with a confident look on her face. "Although it is generally believed that a father and a mother must be a boy and a girl, who says we can't break this convention? Now that our orphanage has Uncle Servi, isn't it like a warm and happy big family? There is a 'father', a 'mom', and us lovely brothers and sisters."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and counted the friends around her, with a happy smile on her face.

"That's right! Uncle Servi is so nice to Uncle Dean! And he treats us with great care and kindness. That alone is enough. After all, Uncle Dean doesn't seem to dislike him." Henry nodded repeatedly, indicating that he agreed with this point of view.

Recalling the sight of Uncle Dean covered in wounds, he subconsciously went to find Uncle Servi for help, which was enough to prove the close relationship between them.

"Well... as long as I can see the dean uncle happy every day... it would be great..." Gray, who had always been like a transparent person, now mustered up the courage to express his innermost thoughts.

Perhaps he was infected by the atmosphere of heated discussion, or perhaps he sincerely hoped that the dean would be happy.

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Poor Kreacher! How could he have imagined that he would be "betrayed" by those orphans in such a way?

They talked to each other, putting Kreacher in such a situation.

At this moment, Kreacher in the house was filled with anger and despair. He hated Servi so much that he wanted to tear him into pieces immediately.

"What the hell are you doing? Look at us now... How can I face those kids in the future?" Kreacher was on the verge of collapse, unable to suppress his anger any longer, and simply yelled at Servi. The sound was deafening, as if it was going to break through the sky.

However, in the face of Kreacher's hysterical roar, Servi seemed unusually calm.

Not only was there no sign of anger, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He stared at the frustrated Kreacher in front of him, and a wonderful picture emerged involuntarily in his mind:

At this moment, Kreacher was no longer the angry man, but a completely enraged little brown rabbit. His furry body kept shaking with anger, his two long ears stood straight, his eyes were round, and he kept making "squeaking" sounds from his mouth.

So cute!

Servi thought to himself and couldn't help but chuckle.

At this moment, Kreacher was about to go crazy with anger, "What are you laughing at?!"

Yes, what are you laughing at?

After a brief moment of laughter, there was even greater anger. Servi was really angry this time.

! ! ! ! !

Seeing Servi's face suddenly turn dark, Kreacher subconsciously shrank back for some reason.

Kreacher just froze there, not daring to move, until Servi's left hand slowly climbed up to his right eye.

"Look, Kreacher, your blue eyes are so beautiful, like the blue sky, like bright sapphires............"

Servi put his face into the lesson little by little, and finally he gently kissed Kreacher's right eye.

"What beautiful blue eyes! So beautiful that those guys will definitely pay a lot of money for your blue eyes, right?"

Servi almost growled with gritted teeth at the end of his words.

"What on earth are you thinking?! If you need money, you can tell me! I will find a way for you! Why?! Why do you keep doing this to your body?!"

Servi looked at Kreacher's right eye with tears in his eyes. What a beautiful blue eye. But when he looked at the left eye, it had been replaced by a cold artificial eye made of glass.

That's right, Servi misunderstood again. He misunderstood that Kreacher had done something dangerous again just to earn the money to continue running the orphanage.

In fact, it is not surprising that Servi had such a misunderstanding. After all, he had seen with his own eyes Kreacher, covered in wounds, returning to the orphanage in the middle of the night.

At that time, Servi had clearly told Kreacher that if he needed money, he would help him find a way, and told him not to do such dangerous things again!

But why? Why? Kreacher just wouldn't listen?

Servi kept questioning Kreacher, but the only answer he got was Kreacher silently tilting his head to the other side.

It was the same answer again, every time. Kreacher would never directly answer Servi's questions, and Servi would always just get Kreacher's silence.

That's right, this is the best ending, isn't it? The two of them are just superficial friends... not even friends...

Because friends can at least confide in each other, but Kreacher has never told Servi the truth.

This is good for Kreacher, and it is also good for Servi.

Servi would never expose his innermost feelings to the world. People would not accept his feelings for Kreacher. If he had to face everyone's accusations alone, Servi could still endure it.

But he couldn't drag Kreacher into this. He was a good man, a saint even. He shouldn't pay a price that didn't belong to him just to satisfy his disgusting desires.

That's right, just like now, don't do anything, don't ask anything, just slowly let go of Kreacher and leave.

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Really.....Is it just like this?

Servi is a silent man who never reveals the secrets of magic.

But sometimes he just doesn't want to remain silent.

Just this once, great God, please forgive me for this sin. I really don't want to deceive my soul again.

Servi reached out his hand again, but this time, he touched Kreacher's left eye, the artificial glass eye.

Kreacher originally thought that Servi would leave on his own when he had touched her enough, just like he did every time before.

But what he never expected was that Servi put his finger in, which immediately scared Kreacher so much that he dared not move. The biological instinct made him subconsciously want to stay still to prevent himself from getting hurt.

Servi gently took out Kreacher's artificial eye.

The contrast between the empty eye socket and the other blue eye is even more obvious.

Kreacher subconsciously wanted to take back the artificial eye, but Servi dodged back.

Servi's abnormal reaction made Kreacher pause slightly, but it was this pause that completely suppressed him.

Like a ferocious beast, Servi used all his strength to throw Kreacher onto the soft bed. He used his powerful hands to hold Kreacher's hands tightly, making him unable to move at all. Then, Servi leaned over impatiently and kissed Kreacher's empty eye socket fiercely.

"Servi, what's wrong with you today? What's wrong with you?! Let me go... Ugh!!!!" Kreacher was still furious and yelled, "Let me go... Ugh!!"

Kreacher ran away in the middle of his words. He never expected that Servi would stick his tongue in.

The soft tongue was stirring back and forth in Kreacher's extremely fragile and sensitive eye sockets. This horrifying scene seemed to freeze time, and the air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

Kreacher felt his stomach churning, and a nausea from the bottom of his heart surged like a tide. He widened his eyes, his face full of fear and disgust, and struggled desperately with all his strength, trying to escape from this nightmare-like situation.

However, Servi seemed to have endless power and pressed Kreacher to the ground. No matter how Kreacher resisted, he could not break free from the iron-like restraints.

"Hmm...hmm...ah...Servi...stop it, let me go..."

Sever slowly extended his tongue and gently touched Kreacher's cheek. At that moment, a light salty taste spread across his tongue like an electric current. This taste made him realize that this strong man in front of him was actually shedding tears.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the whole world became quiet and solemn. Servi stared at Kreacher, with a complex emotion in his heart. He never thought that this man who was always full of energy and confidence would have such a fragile side.

Finally, after a long wait, Servi made sure that he had licked Kreacher's eye socket carefully from inside to outside, then he slowly loosened his restraints on Kreacher and slowly got up from his body.

When he pulled his tongue away, a surprising scene appeared - the tip of his tongue actually pulled out a thin silver thread! The silver thread flickered faintly in the air, like a meteor across the night sky, instantly attracting Servi's attention.

Servi said with a wicked smile, "In this way, Kreacher, it is equivalent to you always having a small part of me in your body."

Kreacher didn't want to talk at all. He collapsed on the bed exhausted, trying desperately to suppress the nausea rising in his heart. It felt like someone was digging at his throat with fingers.

Kreacher was about to vomit, but he couldn't. This feeling of being neither up nor down was the most torturous.

Seeing his face full of tears, Servi reached out his hand again and couldn't help but help Kreacher wipe away his tears.

"You know what? Kreacher, I have prayed countless times in the middle of the night, if you were a woman......"

[If this is the case, I can marry you. ]

This was the second half of the sentence that Kreacher added silently in his mind.

Kreacher couldn't help but sneer in his heart. It seemed that the guy in front of him was not very brave.

However, after a brief laugh, Kreacher didn't know why he felt a sense of loss in his heart. Sure enough, all the people who approached him had selfish intentions...

Kreacher even began to feel a little disgusted with Sergei in his heart. He actually put his selfish thoughts above his love for himself. It seemed that Sergei's love was really cheap.

But what Kreacher didn't expect was that the second half of Servi's sentence was like this.

"Because then, you won't have to work so hard, you won't have to be a pillar of support like a man, you can be afraid, you can be in pain, you can ask others for help, and you won't have to bear it all the time."

When Servi said this, tears even fell on Kreacher's face. He really felt sorry for Kreacher who had to bear everything, but Kreacher had to bear everything.

"I could also boldly tell you that I love you, I could marry you, I could be the one to protect you, I could take on everything for you. But unfortunately I can't. I can't let you suffer from others' hurt because of my love. That's not love."

Until he heard this, Kreacher finally understood that Servi's clumsy love hidden deep in his heart was not because Servi was afraid of the world's eyes, but because Servi was afraid that Kreacher would have to face the world's eyes.

fool.

Kreacher's psychological evaluation of Servi dropped another level and he became a fool.

but………

Surprisingly, Kreacher didn't hate this fool.

By the way, Kreacher is different from Servi. His attitude is to take the initiative and speed up the battle.

Since the call came, don't hesitate.

"Well!"

Kreacher stretched out his hands, hooked them around Servi's neck, and then the two kissed each other tightly.