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Cyril felt as if she had a dream, but she couldn't remember what she dreamed at all.

He seemed to be immersed in some kind of intangible space, his brain was as dizzy as the water pressure of the deep sea hitting his head, his limbs were cold and heavy, and the blood flowing in his blood vessels seemed to be ice instead of blood. Everything about him was distorted, and he didn't even realize that he had woken up until a long time after he opened his eyes.

I moved my stiff fingers, looked up and saw the glucose hanging on the infusion stand, raised my hand, tore off the adhesive tape, and pulled out the needle on the back of my hand.Before he got up, there was a sink next to the pillow, a fluffy creature jumped from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed, stretched out its claws, pressed the copper bell on the cabinet, then turned its head to look down at him, and took the soft flesh A hand touched his cheek lightly.

Xi Ruier was silent for a moment, but continued the action just now, and sat up with his hands supporting his body.

He and Klonn were the only ones in the dark bedroom.Cyril rubbed her swollen forehead, and found that her back was cool, and her drowsiness was drenched in sweat.The reaction was still a little slow, he sat there thinking for a while, his mind was still empty, but there was a kind of fear that it was like a nightmare coming true, and it was still firmly entrenched in his heart, but if you ask him what kind of nightmare it is, how did it come true? Really, he couldn't answer it either.

The door was quickly pushed open, and the housekeeper and doctor who heard the bell rang came in quickly.

Seeing that the fever had subsided for a while, Xi Ruier sent the doctor away, let the housekeeper who asked him what he wanted to eat take care of himself, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, his body was very weak after the fever, and he looked back at Chloe Well, the hair on the cat's ears stood on end, and it got up immediately, hesitating to run away, but it was already hugged by an arm.

Kroen grabbed his collar and meowed innocently, but was ruthlessly led into the bathroom.

Sudden occurrence of such an illness was somewhat beyond Cyril's expectations.However, apart from fever and weakness, there are no other symptoms. Compared with catching a cold, it seems to be exhausted and relaxed after finishing something, which causes the body's natural response.So sometimes you don't care about it, it doesn't mean it has no effect on you at all.

After taking a hot bath, I feel much better.The feeling of sweating and not being able to wake up that lingered before naturally faded a lot.He grabbed Kroen and turned it over and over in the hot air vent, used a comb to comb the fluffy and blown hair neatly, then picked up the cat and prepared to go to the wine cabinet outside to drink some wine.

As soon as he opened the door, he took a step and stopped.

Cyril doesn't have too many demands on personal space, nor does she have a very strict concept of "territory".Stewards and servants are well-trained and naturally understand the preferences of their employers, such as when they can be disturbed and when they cannot.He had lived a very secluded life, and the people who would come to his door were those who could be tolerated by him. In other words, those who didn't care about him couldn't find a way to see him.So when he saw Lance sitting in the living room without looking like a guest, opening his drink and flipping through his book, he didn't react for a while.But there is no sense of territory being violated, or in other words, he has no emotions at the moment.

When I saw this person compared with sinking into the previous nightmare, I suddenly felt that it was acceptable—although there was no comparison between the two.

There was still half a bottle of red wine left on the coffee table from his private winery... Xi Ruier was silent for a moment when he noticed it.Among the various top luxury collections in that cabinet, I accurately selected a bottle that is not really outstanding... Sure enough, it seems a bit ulterior motives.

The output of his winery is not much, because it has been brewed using the ancient method, and the smell is rich and mellow. , It just meant to collect the best batch.But now that I have noticed... Xi Ruier opened the wine cabinet, looked around, found the batch of 05 in the upper part, took off a bottle and walked to the sofa.

Cyril opened the wine, poured two glasses, picked up Kroen's special wine bowl and poured half of it, and handed it to Kroen, not thinking it was strange to drink to the cat at all.He picked up the wine glass and sat down on the sofa, only to look at the person opposite who had been watching him without blinking since he appeared, with a slow and lazy voice: "What are you doing here?"

Lance had a smile on his face, probably because he had been sitting here for a long time, and when he got up to take the wine glass, his movements were a little lazy, his posture was familiar and natural, and he didn't think of himself as a guest at all.

"Come to spend the holidays with you," the melodious voice has an aftertaste. Although the tone is soft, it is as long and distant as the waves of the deep sea. The faint smile makes the words lose some of their true meaning, as if they were joking, " After all, some people are always alone."

Cyril looked up at him again.It's just that the eyes are the same as the mood, without any emotion.

"I thought it might not be possible to gain some favorability?" He laughed, "Maybe the timing is wrong, maybe what I got was negative feelings?" Unexpectedly... straightforward.

Some people have really weird auras.He can be quiet and low-key in your field of vision, like a decorative vase, but when he realizes that he is blank in your field of vision, he will bark his teeth and claws again in an instant, until he firmly occupies all of your field of vision.

Cyril's brows were slightly raised, and the arc was extremely shallow, just like the faint sarcasm in his plain tone: "In what capacity are you saying this?"

The blond-haired man raised his chin, which made his god-given handsome face even more arrogant, and his tone was smiling but determined and irrefutable.

--"owner."

Cyril sneered peacefully: "Wake up."

He has no strength.It's not easy to distract others even a little bit.He felt that maybe later—after the fever had completely subsided and returned to normal—that someone came uninvited and made ridiculous remarks that were too boastful. He would secretly be so angry that he wanted to kill.But he really has no strength now.

Cyril had the most incredible Christmas ever.

It's not that the past few days have been so thrilling and earth-shattering, it's just that spending the holidays with such a person is completely unimaginable for him.Before this, how many times did he want to find a chance to kill him completely—even at this moment, he may not necessarily let go of his murderous intentions, but the fact is that he let such a person approach his life... He himself feels incredible .

For so many years, since the Duke and Duchess left for several years, the queen forced him to stay in the royal court every such festival, and when he grew up, he would fly around the world.Where to spend Christmas means nothing to him.He has no relatives who need company, and no friends who are willing to hand out an invitation that is doomed to be rejected—in other words, most of his few friends are people like him who have no sense of tradition. This is even more indifferent, so now that someone comes over under the banner of spending Christmas with him, he would find it novel?

This is not a good sign.Even in the current state of being weak and spiritless, I feel that I am probably too lonely.

Lance's identity, the current "cooperative" relationship, and his untimely illness made it impossible for Cyril to easily make the decision to drive him away. As a result, there was such an unimaginable Christmas.

"Do you like this gift?" During tea time, a person who went out early in the morning with Kroen and didn't know when he would come back asked.

Cyril glanced at Kroen.It has always been difficult for him to understand that Kroen, who is too smart and has an extremely weird personality, would get used to mixing with Lance.This is no longer simply a question of pleasing to the eye, but this fierce beast——I really like him.

Cyril put down the photo he had been looking at all the time—the photo of Erica holding the baby when he was born in Losanik—he had never seen it before, and he was very interested in it.In fact, he felt that if another him—probably the indifferent, rational, invincible and invincible him, he might be furious the moment he saw this photo, because he would immediately understand the other party's intention to test his limits. A person who is willing to be manipulated by others, and this kind of temptation will make him extremely disgusted and disgusted... But then he thought, if it was him—perhaps, this photo would never appear in his hands, given that this is It was a late Christmas gift, a thought that came to someone after seeing him now.

Lance is obviously a person who is extremely good at penetrating people's hearts, and his ability to see the subtleties is shocking enough.The current Cyril obviously gave him a lot of inspiration for temptations, the kind of temptations that are eager to make progress.

Who is this Cyril, really...too soft.

In a sense, I can't get emotional about anything, I don't care about anything, and I really become better and talk a lot, which is a world of difference from before.At least, in the past, Lance was almost ready to run with a paw. Although he was sure that Cyril would swallow his blood loss alive and dare not speak out, but in order not to attract more hatred, it is better to run first. It's not like today, it's no problem to lift ten paws...

Kroen jumped from Lance's shoulder to the small round table, watching Cyril stretch out her claws quite reservedly.Cyril picked up the wet towel and shook it off, wiped all four of its paws carefully, then took out a chilled cherry parfait from the dessert stand and handed it to it.Krohn's intestines and stomach are powerful, so far he has not found anything that he cannot eat.

Lance sat opposite and poured himself a cup of black tea.

Noticing his gaze, she raised her head and smiled at him.

In the quiet courtyard, the emerald green holly and the dotted roses exude a clean fragrance, and there is an illusion of quiet time.

...Unfortunately, it was an illusion.