don't make me wear a skirt

Look, Miss Lanney is trying to cover up.

Thea's eyes sparkled: "Duke didn't hurt you, did he?"

Lytle nodded, then shook his head again.

Damn Hecha, he has caused serious trauma to his young mind, and he is still out of breath!

Saying that he couldn't breathe, Lytle really had difficulty breathing and took two breaths of fresh air.

"You..." Thea said nervously, "It hurts a lot?"

Lytle's muddy brain finally regained a little consciousness, does it hurt?What hurts?

Touching his butt, Lytle gave a sudden chill. The pain in his butt was a psychological shadow, and he couldn't get it out just by touching it.

"It's an indescribable feeling." Lytle described: "It can't be described in terms of pain alone."

Thea couldn't stay with him for a long time, after all, there were other tasks waiting for her to do. After exhorting a few words with a cheerful expression, she happily left with the tub in her arms.

Lytle was eager to find Tisha to tell his tragic experience, but in fact, even if he told him, it would not be much better, because the genetically mutated maid would only spare no effort to hit him.

Standing on tiptoe, he rushed into his bedroom and opened the door: "Tissa——"

Lytle turned his head quickly, staring at the maid and found that the maid who was either cleaning or folding clothes in the past had disappeared.

He rubbed his hands, looked around for a while, finally found the target, coughed twice, and asked the servant who was repeatedly wiping the wall at the corner: "Excuse me, did you see a tall, strong, ugly, and bad-tempered maid from that?" Come out of the room?"

After the servant bowed his knees and saluted, he thought for a while: "Go down the stairs on the left."

Looking in the direction of the servant's finger, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, it turned out that he had squatted in the pit.

How can it be!Puppets don't need to poop at all!

Lytle ran downstairs in a panic.

After the servant wiped the wall slowly, he stretched out his hand, trying to call out to the distant figure: "That, Miss Lanny."

Lytle had already disappeared into a gust of wind.

The servant said what he wanted to say into the air: "She was called by the Duke..."

Lytle wandered around the castle, and involuntarily walked to the garden, where a group of servants, cooks, and even farmers in the field stood in a row with their heads bowed tremblingly.

Duke Hecha sat in front of them, sipping tea calmly, while the butler Ade was questioning one by one.

Taking a closer look, the big and tall one among the servants is Tisha, but the other servants lower their eyebrows and lower their eyes, and she is the only one who keeps her head up and her chest straight. Lytle can't help admiring that he is indeed the one who made it himself. The maid, unyielding, unyielding, unyielding, and not bowing to evil forces has the same personality as herself!

At the same time, Tisha also saw him and waved to him.

Lytle: "..."

Oh, this pig teammate, didn't she see that her master didn't want to meet Hecha at all!

Noticing Tisha's movements, Hecha froze for a moment, turned around and saw the brightly dressed tall girl with peach blossoms in front of her, hesitating, so she consciously helped him open the armchair.

Still acquainted.Lytle sat on it like a proud rooster with his head held high, and then looked away unnaturally, just not looking at him.

There are many reasons why I don't want to meet his eyes, the most important thing is that damn cabinet!

"Miss Lanny." Hecha asked Ade to pour black tea for him: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Lytle smirked: "With His Excellency the Duke by his side, I slept well."

Hecha took a sip of black tea and asked leisurely, "The lice didn't disturb you last night, did it?"

have a look!What a vengeful man!She is still obsessed with his dream talk!

Lytle asked blankly: "Lice? What kind of lice?"

He Cha laughed: "Miss Lanny talked a lot in her sleep yesterday."

"Oh my god!" Lytle looked frightened: "I actually talked in my sleep beside you? What did I say?"

"It's nothing." Hecha frowned and recalled for a moment, and said: "The long-term suppressed emotions really should be properly expressed."

Lytle hummed vaguely, pretending to be fake, as the source of depression, it is better to say a few words less if he is concerned.

At this time, Ade's cross-examination has reached Tisha.

"Where were you last night?"

"In Miss Lanney's bedroom."

Ade frowned: "Then why is Miss Lanny not in the bedroom in the morning and you are alone."

Tisha glanced at Lytle, and said firmly: "Because the lady sneaked into the Duke's bedroom in the middle of the night and rubbed it to get hot."

Oh, friction creates heat, what happened to the Duke and Miss Lani last night is self-evident.

Ambiguous gazes were cast from all directions, as the servants did not dare to look openly, they could only take a glance, and then a glance at this open and bold noble girl.

He doesn't know this stupid maid!

Lytle picked up the teacup with trembling hands and drank it down.

Ade coughed twice in embarrassment: "You're fine, let's go."

Tisha returned to Lytle again, standing with her eyes on her nose and her heart on her nose.

"Who told you to announce what I did yesterday!" Lytle scolded softly, blushing, "They will think that I have some improper relationship with that fellow Hecha!"

Tisha replied in the same small voice: "Dear master, I hope you use your immature brain to understand your current status and situation, shouldn't something indescribable happen to you and Duke Hecha? "

Lytle took the role and mused: "We haven't officially held the wedding yet, so we shouldn't rush it."

Tisha shrugged and asked, "So how was your battle last night?"

"Very bad!" Speaking of this, Lytle wanted to cry sadly: "Duke Hecha turned out to be a fetish!"

As soon as the words fell, Tisha immediately glanced at Hecha with complicated eyes: "He hid the maid wearing stockings?"

"No." Lytle said with lingering fear, "It's even scarier than this."

Various speculations flashed through Tisha's mind: "Could it be...something more private?"

Lytle looked sour: "He hid my pants!"

"Ah..." Tisha sighed, and then asked strangely: "How could he have your pants?"

"It was last summer, the day I made a mistake..." Lytle was a bit embarrassed to say it, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart: "Uh..."

Tisha suddenly realized: "You escaped without wearing pants?"

"How is it possible!" Lytle yelled with a blushing face, and seeing Hecha glanced at him, he could only lower his voice again: "I was in a panic at the time, and I wore the wrong pants when I ran away."

Tisha patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't speculate, what if Duke Hecha just wants to put it away and return it to you when we meet again? After all, he still looks quite gentlemanly on the surface."

"How is it possible!" Lytle grabbed the skirt vigorously, resentful: "There are a lot of things I used before hidden in his cabinet, and they are labeled!"

Tisha asked curiously, "What's written on the label?"