After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

Ivan...also Sheen, of course thought of himself.

He lamented that it was a good thing that Stella was Impes's child, otherwise it would be a waste of time.

God is fair, and she gave God's blessings to both families.

God is also unfair. Impels clearly needed Haynes' healing power more, but they were left with many injuries.

Ivan's mind was filled with the strange looks from the Impes. He remembered what Eric had said while holding Stella's portrait:

"Stella deserves to be loved by everyone."

Haynes was impressed by Ivan's abilities and wanted to make Ivan a member of Haynes.

Natural Impes...

Stella is the direct heir. Any normal person would choose Stella for the sake of benefits, right?

-

Scott is still unconscious.

Ivan looked at his unconscious appearance and said calmly:

“So you and the Impers are afraid that I will snatch you away from your family after I know your identity?

“You know what I’m thinking, Stella?

"I won't do that. Because it is your freedom to choose your life partner."

You can imagine what happened next. But Ivan stopped imagining.

He wiped each scar carefully to make sure the "medals" were clean.

...

After changing Scott's clothes, Ivan carried the sleeping Scott out in a princess hug.

The system has already changed all the bedding - the main purpose is to let Ivan do the bathing thing.

"Just right~"

After the system laid out the pillowcase, it lifted a corner of the quilt and signaled Ivan to put Scott on.

Ivan moved very gently and finally covered the quilt carefully.

"Huh... I'm so tired." Ivan couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"The host has worked really hard."

The system sneered. It knew that just a dozen minutes was a double blow to Ivan both physically and mentally.

Ivan sat on the chair beside the bed with his legs crossed, looking at the sleeping Scott.

Scott's breathing is much better now. At least this operation has some effect.

The system stared at Ivan with an expression of watching a show:

"So, are you going to tell it directly? Or are you going to hide it for a while?"

"Ah, it's really a big head,"

Ivan poured a glass of cold water, tilted his head back and drank it down with gulps.

His brain was about to burn:

If the truth were revealed, she would definitely go home immediately and I would be retaliated by Impes.

If she chooses to keep it secret, she will have to keep taking suppressants, which is not good for her body.

But now the plot is interesting:

Sheen, who used the identity of Ivan, and Stella, who used the identity of Scott, actually lived under the same roof.

Ivan smacked his lips, held the coffee table with his left hand and said calmly:

"It would be great if there was an opportunity for us to be honest, so we don't have to hide it."

The system flew aside and sighed:

“I didn’t expect Stella to be so miserable—what are you going to do?

"I mean..."

The system tilted its head and pointed to Scott's bedside table. The bottom drawer was not closed tightly.

"Hmm..."

The next morning.

Headache...

Scott opened his eyes dazedly, and then he realized that he was not sleeping, but unconscious.

The bed is very soft, and the material of the quilt seems to have been changed, very comfortable.

!

"Didn't I fall asleep in my own room last night? Why was my blanket changed?"

Scott was so scared that he sat up in bed and looked around.

"No, this is my room..."

Click.

The door was opened from the outside, and Scott turned his eyes to the door.

Ivan, who was wearing a casual uniform, held a breakfast in his hand and pushed the door open with his left hand:

"Oh, you're awake? It's already nine in the morning—"

"I can lock the door, right?"

Ivan rolled his eyes at Scott: "Are you confused because of the fever? I was also wondering if you had a premonition that you would have a fever last night, so you deliberately left the door unlocked?"

"Uh..."

Scott's brain is offline:

It seems that I was a little dazed after dinner last night, so I went out for some fresh air before coming back in. It was normal that I didn't lock the door at that time.

Scott clutched the quilt with both hands and remained silent.

"I...have a fever?" Scott was stunned.

Ivan responded to Scott with two solemn nods.

Scott looked at the fruit plate on the coffee table: they had been left out overnight and no preservation magic had been cast on them, so they were no longer edible.

While he felt sorry for the wasted fruits, he could also imagine how severe his fever was when Ivan came in, which led to Ivan ignoring the fruit plate and just trying to cool himself down.

Ivan took a few steps forward and put the breakfast on the coffee table, then looked at Scott's face carefully:

“Well, his complexion is not too rosy, and he seems to be in good spirits. The fever should be gone.

"You have to know that you moaned a lot of words, and I couldn't understand them. If the fever gets this bad, I will have to run to Sheen for help in the middle of the night."

Scott felt helpless inside: Buddy, I already know you are Sheen, and you can still pretend so well at this time... I really admire you.

and many more.

Scott suddenly realized that he was dry and comfortable, and he looked down.

"My clothes were changed-?!"

"We are all men, isn't it normal to change your clothes?"

After saying this, Ivan quickly turned his head away to prevent himself from laughing.

"Uh," Scott froze.

He put his hand on his collar and touched the transformation necklace through his pajamas: As long as you don't take this thing off, it'll be fine.

"It seems that Ivan didn't take it off when he was dealing with me. It really scared me."

But if it is clean and comfortable, then...

"You helped me take a bath?!" Scott realized belatedly.

Ivan nodded deeply twice again:

"Uh-huh.

"What's wrong with two grown men helping each other take a bath?"

"If you find out that I'm a woman, won't you explode right there...?" Scott felt hopeless.

(It has already exploded)

"But,"

Ivan walked a few steps forward to Scott's bed, then sat on the bed, turned his head and asked Scott,

"What's the matter with your injuries?"

In his heart, Ivan was grateful for those shocking scars. If it weren't for those scars, he would definitely not be able to calm down when giving Scott a bath.

"Ah, well..."

Scott lowered his head and rolled up his pajama sleeves, and they could see that even on Scott's right arm there was a long scar.

If it weren't for the magical healing methods in this world, this scar would have required more than twenty stitches in reality.

But even magic couldn't heal the scar, so you can imagine how badly Scott was injured.

"Take this scar, for example. It's from my first battle at the age of twelve..."

"You went to the battlefield at the age of twelve?!" Ivan was stunned.

Sheen was working in the Duke's Palace at the same age! Although it was a bit tiring, he didn't have to worry about losing his life. But Scott went to the battlefield at the age of twelve? !

Scott hummed and replied: "I am the only heir of our family. This is an obligation. It's just a matter of age."

"I see." Ivan thought thoughtfully.

"Twelve years old, and a girl..."