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A four-person dormitory with only two beds would feel a bit lonely if there is only one person in it.

In the corner, Wenxiu Lord was trapped in a small space by Severus' arms.

"Severus! Let go! Let me go!"

Stared at by dark eyes, Wenxiu Lord struggled to leave.

"Where are you going?" Severus, who was brewing the potion, had just finished the steps that required him to do manually when he saw Wenxiu Lord holding clothes and preparing to open the door of the dormitory.

"I'm going to stay in Regulus' dormitory today. I have something to talk to him about." He was no longer angry with Severus, but he needed to make it clear what Regulus meant. If he was still going to join Voldemort, he would have to make some changes to his plan.

"You can't go, Regulus," he swallowed half of his words. What was he going to say? Regulus also likes you and has bad intentions towards you?

Now Regulus would pretend to hide it in front of the three people. Once it was exposed, he would just have an obvious rival in love.

Wenxiu Lord held Severus's forearm and asked in confusion, "What happened to Regulus?"

The forearm that was held in his palm was pulled away, and Wenxiu Lord held it tightly, causing his body to lean forward.

The young man took advantage of the situation and hugged him, "I don't want you to go." It was a perfect display of weakness, and Wenxiu Lord was most susceptible to this trick, which always worked.

Sure enough, he felt a pair of hands stroking his back up and down.

"I don't know how long we'll talk. You've always been a light sleeper, and I'm afraid the sound of my return will disturb you."

Afraid that Severus would not agree, Mr. Wenxiu Lord, whose bottom line had already dropped dozens of meters below sea level, turned around and pressed his soft and dry lips on Severus' cheek.

Not only did the three of them change, but Wenxiu Lord also changed, and he knew better what could soothe their emotions.

Severus was defeated, and buried his whole face in the boy's neck, his voice was dull, "Wen Xiu."

In the dim room, the young man smiled brightly, "Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow morning, and I'll wait for you to tie my hair for me."

He still hadn't learned how to tie his own hair with a headband, but he had become more skilled at tying Severus's hair, and had even learned several ways to tie a formal knot. If Severus hadn't protested strongly, he might have learned how to braid hair.

With his lips pursed into a straight line, Severus opened the dormitory door behind the boy.

Severus was the only one left in the dormitory, and loneliness grew and spread in the empty room.

'Tuk tuk tuk'

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, and Wenxiu Lord stood there quietly. After a while, the door was opened, and he saw the expression on Regulus' face quickly turned into joy when he saw him.

The silver-haired boy shook the clothes in his hand, "I wonder if Mr. Black would be willing to take me in tonight?"

The teasing words made Regulus' ears hot. He took a step aside. He didn't expect to receive such a big gift tonight.

"Of course, come in." His world is always open to him.

From the moment Wenxiu Lord walked into the room and closed the door, Regulus never took his eyes off the boy.

The candlelight in the room flickered, and the dim light softened the delicate eyebrows and eyes of the silver-haired boy.

The silver-haired boy glanced around the indoor environment. It was neat and tidy, even rigid.

With a wave of the magic wand, the teacup on the coffee table turned into a white porcelain vase, the tea turned into ordinary water, and the teaspoon turned into a delicate flower.

The deserted room came alive, with a red flower appearing among the gray and white tones.

Wenxiu Lord nodded with satisfaction, put away the clothes he would wear tomorrow morning, and turned to look at Regulus who was following behind him.

He was wearing a silk pajamas at this time, with a low collar that revealed his smooth chest that could only be seen at night and in this room.

"Are you and Severus having trouble again?" he asked.

The silver-haired boy shook his head, "No," he walked to his bed and sat down, looking up and looking at him, "I came here for you."

"For... me?"

Hearing these words, Regulus' tongue trembled with excitement and disbelief.

"Yes, for you."

After getting a positive answer, my heart was filled with joy as if I had drunk several bottles of joy potion.

No, no joy potion could compare to the joy and excitement he felt at that moment.

The young man's thoughts easily spilled out from the corners of his grinning lips. Even though he knew that Wenxiu Lord's thoughts were different from his own, such words were enough to make his heart beat like a drum and make his chest feel hot.

He doesn't like sweet things, so a little bit of sweetness can satisfy him.

"I have something to talk to you about," Wenxiu Lord waved to the boy who was standing there in a daze, "Come and sit down."

The silly look made Wenxiu Lord, who was sitting on the bed, laugh. A gorgeous rose bloomed in the somewhat gloomy room.

"Wen Xiu wants to talk about what?"

Walking over to sit next to him, Regulus sat with his back straight, legs together, and seemed a little uneasy.

"Regulus, I heard that you announced your intention to follow me in the common room this morning in order to help me."

The expression on his face was so serious that Regulus couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling at the moment.

"Does this bother you? I'll clear it up tomorrow."

Wenxiu Lord's serious expression eased a little, "No, Regulus, I won't be bothered. It's just that I am a little worried about you."

"Both the main branch and the side branches of the Black family follow that person. Your remarks this morning will definitely be known to that person. Then Mrs. Black and your family may be in danger."

"I want to ask you, I can help your group get rid of the responsibility, if you don't plan to follow him in the future."

The boy's tone was serious and his eyes were firm, and the promise he made was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Regulus stared into the boy's silver-grey eyes, which were now filled only with his own image.

I had already decided to take on the responsibility of protecting the family for my brother, so why do my eyes feel a little sore now?

From childhood to adulthood, the adults around him were telling him what to do, and his brother was telling him not to do that.

Only Wenxiu Lord said to him, I am standing in front of you, you can choose what to do.

The gray-blue pupils were covered by a layer of mist that blurred his vision. Regulus blinked rapidly, trying to drive away the things that blocked his vision.

But why does it feel more uncomfortable the faster I blink? Even my nose feels sore and I can no longer control it.

He felt warmth enveloping his body and a hand soothing him behind his head. It was so warm and gentle that he felt greedy.

The deep fragility was only briefly revealed in front of Wenxiu Lord. A tear containing all the emotions fell, and when he opened his eyes again, he was still the outstanding heir of the Black family.

Regulus looked normal, with no sign of his previous loss of composure. Only Wenxiu Lord, who was standing close to him, noticed the boy's wet eyelashes.

"Thank you, Wen Xiu." He rejected the silver-haired boy's offer of help.

It is his responsibility to protect his family, not Wen Xiu's. He can't and shouldn't do it.

The pride in Regulus's bones made him unwilling to accept the help of Vinciu Lord. Or perhaps, it was not his pride, but he wanted to rely on his own strength so that he could stand beside Vinciu Lord one day.

Wenxiu Lord wanted to persuade him again, but seeing the man in front of him was determined, he finally decided in his heart that he must protect him.

Such a good boy, his life should not always stay at 18 years old.

The flowers, plants and trees have gone to sleep, and the stars and the moon have also gone to sleep.

The dormitory was dry and warm at night. Regulus got up from the bed and walked to the bedside of Wenxiu Lord, staring at every detail of the boy.

The faint light of the fire cast a shadow on the wall. He held the sleeping boy in his arms, carefully and silently expressing his overwhelming emotions that could not be expressed.