don't make me wear a skirt

"Why?" John Bar was very surprised.

"Reducing Osman's defensiveness is the first choice at present. How many people do you think are sincere in attending the banquet?"

Miss Lani's arrival can be said to have intruded into the Duke's private territory to some extent. Omans's real intentions are unpredictable, and he will only take the next step if he relaxes his vigilance.

As for how to relax vigilance, the Lord Duke's actions at the banquet must be informed by the city lords attending the banquet.

John Bar suddenly realized, and couldn't help but be impressed by the Duke's foresight: "You are right."

Speaking of Lanny, Hecha asked: "Miss Lanny's body, have you found it?"

John Bar shook his head like a rattle: "You still think Miss Lanny is fake?"

Duke Hecha frowned, a little confused.

John Bar didn't find it, but he did find a girl who looked very similar to Ottoman in dignified clothes. It looked like she was the product of having sex with a maid. She was probably Miss Lanney's personal maid, who was specially buried after her death. Come to think of it, Miss Lanny specially chose her as a maid probably because of her unpalatable looks.

Just look at the appearance of the other maid beside her now. The eldest daughter of Omans must be a jealous person, and she chooses people who are all clumsy and ugly, for fear that the servant she brought will climb up on her. Fiance's bed.

John Bar scoffed at the idea of ​​Miss Deep Bitch, did Lanny think everyone was as depraved as her father?His Excellency the Duke has always kept himself clean, and he has only been tricked by a cunning villain once!

John Bar flew up imaginatively, but Hecha suddenly spoke.

"She has flat chest, black hair, bright eyes, like a doll."

John Bar's heart skipped a beat, he looked at his lord in shock: "You don't think she is Aina, do you?"

A year ago, Duke Hecha often compared Aina to a doll. God knows how could there be such an ugly doll? !

Aina, the oriental puppeteer who sneaked into the castle disguised as a servant, made a mess of the duke's manor and ran away with a slap on his ass.Simply unforgivable!

Hecha commented: "I think they are very similar."

John Bar questioned: "Is it because Miss Lanny has a flat chest?"

"They are all ticklish. They feel and smell the same."

"Oh my god." John Bar took two steps back, the Duke now looked like an idiot: "Have you already started?!"

He couldn't see any similarities between Lanny and Aina, except that they both had a pair of black eyes and soft hair. Don't all oriental people look like this?

What's more, they are not even the same gender!

Hecha said innocently: "I just feel that her chest is flat when she hugs me."

John Bar tried to correct the duke's erroneous thinking: "Miss Qilifu also has flat breasts, but no one will question her gender!"

"She won't step on me ten times for one sentence."

"..."

The conversation came to an end for the time being and fell into a brief silence.

John Bar is colorful and colorful as he emerges from Duke Hercha's bedroom.

Could it be that the Duke is actually a masochist?

John Bar seems to have opened the door to a new world.

Lytle returned to his room and lay down on the big soft bed.

He complained immediately: "You don't know how much I have suffered today!"

Tisha raised her eyebrows and looked him up and down: "You don't wear sexy short skirts with legs exposed?"

"Oh, that's not the point—" Lytle swallowed, "That bastard Hecha, he spanked my ass!"

"You're not a golden ass, you can make a fortune by taking a few shots." Tisha plucked her ears: "Don't care so much."

Lytle walked back and forth in the room excitedly: "He spanked my ass today, and maybe he will break it off and do other things tomorrow. It's terrible."

"Break apart?" Tisha was shocked by the master's divergent thinking.

Lytle nodded solemnly: "A man who doesn't lift can only rely on his own hands to lift himself up."

"No?" Tisha suddenly felt a huge amount of information.

"The information I just got today was hinted at by a beautiful lady." Lytle bit her finger, worried.

Tisha rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, it was probably some lady who was jealous of his appearance and the status of his fiancée and talked nonsense, her master could even take it seriously.

Lytle struggled alone for a long time, but did not come to any conclusions, so he decided to sleep comfortably first.

After all, the thoughts of insidious and cunning people cannot be figured out overnight.

He took off his long beige skirt, and after a few seconds of being stunned, he took a deep breath: "God——"

Tisha had defenses against her master's shock. After calmly taking away the long skirt, she folded it into a square with edges and corners, without being affected at all.

"My white socks!"

Tisha moved her eyelids: "Are you in love with the feeling of wearing white stockings?"

"No! I may have accidentally left my white socks in Duke Hecha's bedroom!"

Although he tried his best to correct it, the problem of losing things and forgetting things still popped up from time to time.

Tisha slowly put down her hands of folding clothes, and suddenly realized: "No wonder you said that he spanked your butt, so it turns out that you sneaked back to the bedroom during the prom to play some indescribable games."

Lytle looked like an overcooked lobster.

He yelled angrily: "You may need to fix your brain! How could I play such a stupid game with Hecha? Someone accidentally overturned the milk tea, and my skirt and socks were all soaked!"

The raging gossip fire that Tisha had just ignited was extinguished in an instant, and she waved her hand uninterestedly: "Then just ask him if he wants to come back."

want to come back?He knocked on the door of Heza's bedroom and said to him, my lord, I left the white silk stockings I wore at the evening banquet in your bedroom?

I can't imagine it!

Lytle shuddered: "I'd rather put my head in the toilet."

Tisha put the prepared blue nightdress on the bedside.

"You know, it's very suggestive and inviting for a well-bred lady to leave her private things in a man's bedroom."

Lytle's eyes widened: "What do you imply? What do you invite?"

"What do you think?" Tisha glanced at him lightly.

Lytle was extremely unwilling to face the reality. He put on his nightgown and covered the bedding: "Let us open this chapter and welcome a bright future—"

"Seduce! Seduce! Butt hurts! Butt hurts!"

Kitty Hawk interrupted his self-deception and circled around Tisha at low altitude.

damn it!

Lytle jumped up and grabbed the little eagle's claw viciously.

"Who are you saying seduced, whose butt hurts?!"

The little eagle was devastated like a storm, and its soft head was turned into a wrinkled little old man.

"Help! Help!"

"How dare you insult the master, it seems that your hair doesn't want it anymore!"

Lytle smirked, and pulled out the only bird feather that grew out of its buttocks with lightning speed.