don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle was taken aback.

He still hadn't recovered from the slap on the butt, and now he was carried into Hecha's bedroom.

He looked around.

Oh this vase!He smashed an identical one a year ago, and Hecha had someone make it up again.

And this sheet!The damned Hecha just spent the whole night pressing him on the same patterned sheet.

The layout of the bedroom is very familiar, no different from a year ago.

Duke Hecha went to help him get the skirt, and Lytle shook his drowsy head, realizing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to steal the key to the treasure house.

Rolling on the bed, he got up and started a carpet search.

Ultimately, Lytle targeted the only locked cabinet.

has a problem!

A strong sixth sense told him that there must be something unknown hidden in the cabinet, otherwise Duke Hecha would not have locked the cabinet specially, maybe it was some eccentric collection or the key to the treasure house.

Lytle was about to take out the wire from the interspatial bag, but the sound of footsteps outside the door completely interrupted his movements.

When Hecha opened the door, Lytle sat on the edge of the bed like a baby, smiling at him with a guilty conscience.

Like a fawn that is trampled by others.

Hecha handed him a beige bandeau dress.

Lytle took it and quickly got into the locker room to put on.

After coming out, He looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.

"You need to supplement your nutrition, Miss Lanny."

Lytle was dumbfounded.

Oh my god, there are people who are impotent and dislike flat chest?

He is fully obliged to make Hecha realize the reality!

After all, not all women are willing to marry for money and status, and a harmonious sex life is also very necessary. The result of looking above the top is loneliness.

Lytle said sincerely: "There are some things that can't be undone by adding more."

For example, do not lift.

With such a smack in his mouth, his eyes couldn't help moving to the middle of Duke Hecha's legs, and then he thought cheerfully, haha, can't he stand up?deserve it!

The next second, Lytle felt an unfriendly gaze as if it was going to shoot him through. He shivered, and immediately recalled that men who can't stand up usually suffer from some unusual symptoms due to long-term depression and depression. Hobbies - eg, using hands, using...

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, he clamped his butt tightly, and suddenly lost his complacency in watching the excitement.

He Zha was thoughtful: "Indeed, no matter how much I drink milk, I won't grow again."

Lytle spared no effort to compliment: "No, no, you are already very big, you don't need to grow any more."

Hecha smiled: "I'm very happy to be praised by Miss Lanny."

Shameless!hypocritical!Scum!

After cursing a few words secretly, Lytle thought in frustration again, what's the use of not doing it, Hecha can make his ass blossom in any way.

The thought of his ass blooming made him even more uncomfortable.

I was sad for a while alone, and when Duke Hecha raised his leg to leave, he followed behind in despair.

The ball reached its zenith.

Down the stairs, Hecha's hands brush Lytle's waist and lead him onto the dance floor.

The black head in his arms suddenly trembled helplessly.

Lytle panicked and cursed in his heart, oh, damn it - don't touch my waist!

Hecha rubbed him into his arms.

This little cutie had the same messy dance steps and bewildered eyes as Aina, which made him reluctant to let go.

"Miss Lanny."

"what?"

Lytle stared at his feet nervously, afraid that he would show his flaws and step on Duke Hecha.

Duke Hecha smiled.

"Your waist is very thin, and it feels very comfortable."

The warm breath pierced into his ears, forming an invisible thread that tightly bound his heart.

Lytle smoked from the top of his head, confused, danced twenty wrong steps in one night, and stepped on Duke Hecha's shoe ten times.

The prom was drawing to a close amidst his erratic strides.

He Cha decided to let the poor little guy go. His seemingly inactive mind seemed to be dizzy. He was afraid that if he continued to bully him like this, the little guy would run away by himself.

Sure enough, as soon as he let go, the black head rolled up the stairs like a whirlwind.

After the big and small city lords left with their families one after another, the castle returned to its former tranquility.

Hecha was lying on the armchair thinking about something.

It was almost time for bed when John Bar rushed back to the castle.

"My lord, there are indeed traces of puppets fighting on the national road where Miss Lani's accident occurred."

John Ba reported his work meticulously, and took out a branch from the package: "This is like the puppet's severed arm restored to its original shape."

The wound is smooth, and the person who cut off the severed arm should have great strength.

"There is still a large burnt hole in the ground." John Bar coughed twice, and said, "Madame Lina's carriage back to the city accidentally got stuck in it."

Cary City.Hecha's attention was attracted by these three words, he frowned, and suddenly asked: "Cary City...how is the current situation this year?"

John Bar was stunned, recalled for a moment, and then said: "It's not good, the upper-class nobles in the city seem to be taking an addictive drug, and the common people will not starve to death, but now five gold coins can be exchanged for a catty of food, I'm afraid there will be an outbreak next year."

Hecha pondered: "Mrs. Lina is thinner than usual this year, and her complexion is also sallow and dull."

John Bar understood the deep meaning.

"Could it be that Mrs. Lina also..."

Hecha sighed: "Except for An Tuofan, the family members of the castellan who attended the banquet more or less had this phenomenon."

John Bar was horrified, his hand on the hilt trembling slightly: "You mean, this drug has already spread to the noble circles of various small and medium-sized cities?!"

He Cha looked solemn: "Do you know why Her Majesty the Queen called me over so urgently?"

John Bar shook his head, which was what surprised him.

"My aunt found a medicine in the food of His Majesty the Emperor, which has no effect in the short term, but can cause illusion after long-term consumption."

"Then His Majesty—"

Hecha replied: "His Majesty has been taking the medicine for two and a half years. If you take the medicine for more than three years, your body will never recover."

John Bar couldn't believe it: "Who is so bold? Dare to murder His Majesty?!"

Hecha pressed his aching temple: "One of His Majesty's personal maids, who has been in the palace for eight years, this time a court puppeteer newly recruited by my aunt has a relationship with the original maid. After entering the palace and discovering heresy, tell me After seeing my aunt, my aunt sent someone to investigate further, and found that all the maid's life experience was very detailed, and there was nothing wrong with it, except that her face was different."

"Impersonator." John Bar was startled in a cold sweat.

If it weren't for the heresy discovered by various coincidences, His Majesty the Emperor would gradually become weak after half a year, and he would be unable to recover after he was discovered.

John Bar asked: "Does Her Majesty have any clues?"

"Earl Osman." He looked out the window, and the night was dark: "She found out that there were some bad actions in Deslan, and suspected that he was going to rebel."

John Bar unconsciously turned up the volume: "Then it will be even more dangerous for you to keep Miss Laney who doesn't know the truth! That old thing has always been cunning—"

Hecha glanced at him indifferently, and John Bar's voice dropped weakly: "Uh, I mean, Earl Osman..."

Hecha's eyes were deep: "Because of this, the banquet should be more intimate."