Boss Scraps likes me too much, what should I do?

Serving Onimai Tsuji Mumi as a squire is a very boring thing.

In front of Ghost Dance Tsuji, no slapstick, no joking, no running, no jumping...

And the reason is simply because the owner of this house is too weak to do these things.

Hidden under the frail body is a heart wrapped in venom all year round, and the emotion called jealousy lingers on for a long time, haunting Oniwu Tsuji from pale and boring childhood until adulthood.

Even the change of seasons is a tiresome process for Wu Mi, because the pollen in spring will clog his breathing, the heat in summer will make it difficult for him to sleep, the dust in autumn will make him cough, and the severe cold in winter will make him sleepless. It would easily take his life.

Day after day, year after year, and forever, there is only the same soup, bitter and unpleasant.

Crescent Moon gently placed the Zhuofutai with the decoction that Guiwu Tsuji Wuyan drank on the side of Wuyan who had been lying in the bedding for a long time, and then knelt beside Wuyan, trying to help him up.He didn't say a word the whole time, just doing all this in silence, but although his mouth was tightly closed, the movements of his hands were gentle and meticulous, as if he was not treating a person but some rare treasure.

And why didn't Crescent Moon speak?Ever since Oni Wu Tsuji ordered him not to speak in front of him last time, Crescent Moon has never opened his mouth in Oni Wu Tsuji again. It is not uncommon for Wu Mi to have a lack of daily life, even if there is no communication at the end of the day.

But the self-willed and ignorant Wu Can has long since forgotten what he said to shut up Yue Yue, and he just feels dull and oppressed lying in the heavy quilt.It was not until she was lifted up by Crescent Moon that she seemed to breathe fresh air.

It's spring now, the season when a hundred flowers bloom, and today's sunshine is just right, it should be a good day for spring outings, but Wu Mi can't go out in the spacious and empty house.

Because the pollen floating in the air will clog his fragile trachea, and the fragile nasal mucosa that cannot block the pollen invasion will make him sneeze continuously, and even nosebleeds are common.

He couldn't go out, so naturally he couldn't feel the beauty of spring.

Being lifted up by Yueya from the mattress, Wu Mi had to lean against Yueya's side, he was dissatisfied with this posture, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The head was slightly on one side, and the curly black hair scattered around his head gave this man a decayed beauty.

"Why don't you talk." Wu Mi frowned and asked, he just felt bored as he couldn't go out, and he just wanted to find someone to communicate with, and Crescent Moon who served him was undoubtedly a suitable candidate.

Wu Mi can even see clearly the appearance of this boy who just came to serve him not long ago because of the close distance.

His body is not strong, even thinner than a child of his age, but his face looks very good, and the smile on the corner of his mouth only makes people feel as comfortable as a spring breeze.

This is a smile that Onimai Tsuji Muyou will never be able to have.

He couldn't laugh, and there was always anger and jealousy in his eyes.

The wayward young master who asked this question abruptly has obviously forgotten the order he gave to Yueya a few days ago.

"It was you who told me that my voice was too unpleasant and I was not allowed to speak in front of you." Yue Ya opened her lips that had not parted for a long time and said softly.

"Did I say that?" Wu Mi looked at Crescent Moon with her eyebrows bent, her tone was cold.

"Why, are you resenting me for not letting you talk?"

Yueya knew that this young master had a volatile temper, and there were not many ways to calm him down, but the most useful one was to follow Wu Mi's will.

He was satisfied, and naturally everything was easy to talk about.

"No, how could I resent you?" Yueya lowered her head, showing a submissive and docile attitude in front of Wu Mi, and said in a voice that became less hoarse after countless times of training at night: " I'm just worried that my ugly voice will displease adults, and it would be my sin to displease adults. I hope adults can be happy."

"It doesn't matter if I never open my mouth."

After Wu Mi said that his voice was ugly, Yue Ya kept exercising his voice every night, and even tried his best to drink those things that can be used to moisten his throat, just to find his voice when Wu Mi canceled this order one day It was pleasant to hear.

Just like when I was young, I practiced how to smile in the mirror every night to make people feel the most comfortable. Crescent also practiced the voice that became a little hoarse due to the voice change period.

"It's a pity that my voice is still the same as before. I still find it hard to hear. How can I let adults hear such a tone." After saying that, Yue Ya bent down, exposing her fragile neck to Wu Mi's sight under.

"I love you so much."

This is a gesture of submission, which is enough to arouse the vanity of all men, let alone a guy like Wu Mi who is only incompetent and seeks a sense of dominance from his servants.

As if pleased by Yue Ya's words, Wu Mi twitched the corners of her mouth and laughed loudly.

"Okay!" He squinted his eyes and carefully observed Crescent Moon for the first time, with strong interest in his eyes.

"That order is cancelled, and I give you permission to speak in my presence. But—"

"Tell me, what is your purpose in serving me?"

The smile on Yueya's face disappeared, and instead she showed an unspeakable and sad expression. With such an expression, Yueya said to Wu Mi: "What purpose do I have in serving the Lord? As a servant, of course I am To shoulder the responsibility of serving the adults, as long as the adults are happy, Yueya is already satisfied, even if she sacrifices her life, she is willing, so how can she have any other purpose?"

The words are sincere and sincere, and coupled with the sad and disappointed face on Yue Yue's face, even Wu Mi's suspicious character can't help but believe it.

"Even if you sacrifice your life for me?" With a mocking smile, Wu Can stretched out her pale fingertips and slowly touched Yueya's fragile neck when she was lying on the ground.

The cold fingertips touched the warm and soft skin, and then slowly walked away.Yue Yue could feel Wu Mi's fingertips lingering on her pulse.

And Wu Mi seemed to feel the vibration of the pulse under his hands and the sound of blood rushing through the blood vessels.

That exuberant vitality has always been something he longs for but cannot obtain.He was jealous and wanted to pinch it down, but stopped abruptly.

"Since you are willing to die for me, then give it a try." Withdrawing her hand, Wu Mi pulled out a short knife from under her pillow, and the sharp sword shone coldly.In this way, it was handed to Yueya without misery.

"Try to see if you really have the determination to dedicate your life to me."

Yueya could hear the sound of his heart beating violently, so he naturally knew what Wu Mi meant, and he wanted him to commit suicide to prove that he was sincerely loyal to him.

So, he is a psychopath.Yueya thought of this in her heart, and then took the dagger that Wuyan handed him without changing her face.

"Come on, prove it to me." There was a smile on the corner of Wu Can's mouth, but there was a deep coldness in the crooked eyebrows and eyes.

He said one sentence at a time: "Prove to me that you are willing to die for me."

But Yueya didn't panic, instead she said with a satisfied smile: "If this can make adults feel happy, Yueya will already feel very happy."

After saying that, he clenched the dagger in his hand and slashed towards his neck. Warm blood gushed out from the wound, and the splashed blood splashed onto Wu Mi's face and then slowly flowed down his brow bone.

Blood slowly flowed out from Yueya's wound, and the room was filled with the smell of blood.

"In this way, will your lord be happy?" Crescent Moon said intermittently, her hands were still covering the bleeding wound on her neck, and then she just lay down on the tatami mat and passed out.

"Ha..." Wu Mi laughed with a suppressed voice, stretched out her trembling fingertips to the warm blood on her cheeks, as if she could feel the residual warmth in the blood.

"Of course...Of course I'm happy." He muttered to himself, the arc of his mouth widening uncontrollably.

Then, Guiwu Tsujiwu brutally overturned the Zhuofu table where the soup and medicine were placed, and the Zhuofu table and bowls collided with the ground and made a loud noise, which was enough to attract the attention of other servants waiting outside.

"My lord! What happened..." The maid hastily opened the sliding door, and at first glance, she was frightened by the scene of blood splattered all over the floor and Crescent Crescent lying unconscious on the ground.

"Big... my lord!"

The maid let out a scream.

"What's your name!" Wu Mi looked at the panic-stricken maid with a sullen face, "Go call the doctor and bring him back to life."

I want him to stay by my side forever until I die, and he should also accompany me to hell.