don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle is like a delicate and devastated little white flower. After experiencing the cold wind, snow and rain, she finally stubbornly resisted the big devil and regained her freedom.

Before leaving, Hecha touched his earlobe: "Why are Miss Lanny's ears red?"

Lytle gritted his teeth and replied: "Because the weather is too hot!"

Leaving those words behind, he fled away as if fleeing.

The moment the door was closed, Lytle took two steps forward, turned around suddenly, and happened to meet the freckled face who was walking back into the corner with his back bent.

"Charlie." Lytle clasped his hands together and narrowed his peach blossom eyes: "Don't hide, I saw you."

The freckled face wiped the sweat from his forehead, and seeing that he couldn't put it on any longer, he straightened up and said with a sad face, "My name is Kerry, not Charlie."

"What are you doing hiding outside the door?"

Lytle thought about it, if the freckled face had to shrink outside to peep, wouldn't the humiliating scene of him feeding in Hecha's arms be seen? !

Then the scene of licking his fingers that he didn't want to recall was also—? !

Lytle's blood surged, and he immediately considered the possibility of killing someone to silence him.

"I just came here." Seeing his unfriendly expression, Keli quickly expressed his position: "Butler Ade came to ask me if you want to add roasted rabbit meat. I didn't see anything!"

"Really?" Lytle asked uncertainly.

"Really!" Keli nodded like garlic, with a very sincere expression.

Lytle couldn't see any flaws, so he had to remind sincerely: "Charlie, it's getting cold, and there may not be enough quilts in the castle."

Kerry shrugged: "You mean to let me sleep with someone else?"

Lytle laughed at his naivety: "The servants in the castle have already discussed the matter of sleeping together in the summer."

"Then what should I do?" Carey panicked at the imminent winter without quilts.

Lytle patted him on the shoulder: "Speak less to save more calories."

Carey: "..."

After Lytle walked away, Keli Weinuonuo's face immediately became as cold as ice. He looked at the blue water in the distance suspiciously, and it took a while before he hid his figure in the darkness again.

Hecha opened the door, looked at Kerry's leaving back, frowned thoughtfully.

Lytle rolled on the bed.

"I'm so hungry, I want to eat roast chicken..."

Tisha cleaned the last trace of dust from the window, and then let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"You look like a starved ghost reincarnated."

"I'm very hungry!" Lytle hammered the bedding angrily, "I'm really moved by the sacrifice I made to not show my flaws!"

Tisha asked strangely: "Didn't you feed Duke Hecha mouth to mouth for an hour tonight, why are you still hungry?"

Mouth to mouth feeding? !

Lytle gasped: "Who did you hear such a terrible thing from?!"

"Thea said, you all enjoyed it."

"God!" Lytle rolled his eyes: "Thea may not have good eyesight, and she is tired of washing and cleaning every day. Why does she keep paying attention to strange things?"

Tisha jumped off her chair and stared at him for a while.

"What?" Lytle asked angrily.

"The mouth is not swollen." Tisha analyzed: "It seems that I am not lying, alas."

"Oh? Did you use it?" Lytle's blood rushed straight to his forehead: "You seem disappointed?"

Tisha blinked her eyes and said, "It's nothing, I just think Duke Hecha is a good home."

"Why do you sound so weird?"

Lytle shuddered abruptly.

"What does it matter to me whether he is a good home?"

When Tisha wanted to speak again, Ade's voice sounded from outside the door.

"Miss Lanny, are you asleep?"

Lytle hurriedly grabbed his straw-like long hair, smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt, and then hurried to open the door.

"It's so late, what's the matter?"

Ade saluted him politely, and then brought in the food in the trolley: "My lord duke said that you don't eat much at night, in case you would be hungry in the middle of the night, so he specially ordered me to prepare a supper."

Lytle's spirits perked up, his eyes glowed.

Pasta, roast chicken, and juice.

"It seems that this guy has a bit of conscience."

After Ade went out, Lytle quickly swept the food plate on the table. Since there was no outsider, he licked the plate without any scruples after eating the bones.

Tisha "tsk tsk" in disgust, watching her master licking the plate like a puppy with a complicated expression.

There was some doubt between her brows: "Are you sure you didn't tell me?"

Leterbai asked in a hurry: "What's the secret?"

Tisha kindly reminded: "You are Aina's business."

"How could I let him know!" Lytle's eyes widened, and he didn't even bother to lick the plate: "He once tried to hit my ass!"

Tisha answered indifferently: "In fact, it succeeded."

When it comes to mentioning this, Lytle is like a salted fish on the verge of death: "Dear Tisha-we are both wrong about this matter, so I hope you will stop mentioning it in the future."

"But you don't seem to notice..." Tisha hesitated to speak.

Lytle pouted: "What?"

"Everything that Duke Hecha gave you is your favorite."

Lytle realized something, he slowly opened his mouth wide, and his body also arched upwards.

"And you licked them all clean."

He covered his face.

"What's even more frightening is..." Tisha continued to fill in the gun and said, "Just now Ade came over to take away the plate."

"In this world, Aina may not be the only one who likes to lick dishes." Lytle tried to psychologically salvage his ruined image.

"It makes sense." Tisha said coolly: "You can tell Duke Hecha that the whole city of Deslan licks the plate after eating like this, maybe he will believe and agree with your habit."

"God! If his brain is as open as yours, maybe he will believe it." Lytle looked at the ceiling in despair, hoping that tomorrow would come later, so that he would never have to have breakfast with Hecha again.

However, Daytime did not follow his wish, and it still arrived as scheduled. Fortunately, Lytle found that Hecha was not unusual, and he still had the tepid appearance that made people want to beat him up.

It seemed that he was exaggerating, Lytle thought happily while lying on the bed, his disguise was really flawless, and everything worthy of scrutiny might be a coincidence.

Who would have thought that his fiancée would turn into the Big Haw Boy overnight?

At this time, Hecha was busy with another matter.

Earl Osman sent a letter home to his eldest daughter Lanny, but John Bar stopped and brought it back.