don't make me wear a skirt

Hecha rubbed his chin, looked at the black-haired boy carefully, and said in surprise: "I heard that Viscount Belidada's men will send the newly captured girl to Popton's castle today, I didn't expect you to be a fool not bad."

Lytle stared at him in disbelief: "Which of your eyes can see that I'm doing well?"

He has nothing to eat and is starving to death!

Hecha stroked his hair.

"It's all your fault for letting me go to the small town of Karui with you." Lytle accused: "Otherwise I would still be lying on the bed and sleeping leisurely in Moyervia!"

"Okay." Hecha sighed, and took his wrist: "It's my fault. I will put you by my side wherever I go, so that I won't be caught."

No no no, the most dangerous thing is by your side.

"You seem to have misunderstood it." Lytle desperately tried to hold his hand, but unfortunately failed: "I mean, I want to go home."

Hecha raised his eyebrows and squeezed his palm: "It's too dangerous for you to go back alone, I'm worried."

Let's see!Lytle blows his nostrils, the bastard always likes to say good things, sanctimonious guy.

He looked at his distraught appearance and thought it was cute, so he raised his nose.

Oh, he can't breathe!

Lytle couldn't breathe for a while, and his eyes gradually moved to the middle, becoming a veritable cross-eyed.

While panting violently, his Adam's apple looked a little more obvious, and with the close distance, he could even clearly see that small piece moving up and down.

"Miss Lanny." Hecha's face gradually approached him, but he did not let go of his hands pinching the sides of his nose.

What is this guy doing so close?

Lytle's eyes were fixed on his chin.

Is spring coming soon?But autumn is not over yet!

"Why is it protruding in the middle of your throat?" Hecha pinched his nose with one hand while the other climbed up from the collarbone.

The neck seemed to be brushed by a soft feather, and goose bumps scattered all over the ground.

Lytle's mind went blank for a moment, and his body twisted like an electric shock, trying to shrink himself into a ball.

God, what did this guy say?Throat protruding?Did he find any flaws? !

Lytle was completely dumbfounded.

This is the scene that greeted the daily cleaning servants in the castle after opening the bedroom door.

The mask on Mr. Popton's face has been worn crookedly, and his whole body is limp on the body of the blond-haired servant. His whole body is trembling comfortably. That posture is really ambiguous.

The blond-haired servant has deep eye sockets, thin lips pursed into a line, and handsome and prominent facial features. It is hard not to think that this servant has enjoyed special care in some way.

Seeing someone coming in, Hechao paused for a few seconds.

Lytle glanced at the servant gratefully, and quickly got out of Hecha's arms.

The bastard!He actually seriously studied why his Adam's apple protruded!

Does this still need research? !He is a man, of course he has an Adam's apple!

God knows how itchy it feels when his fingers keep rubbing against his neck, I hope he didn't lose his composure just now, otherwise it would look like he was panting.

In fact, he just screamed a few times because of the itching.

The servant froze in place. Why was Mr. Popton looking at him with warning eyes?

He may have disturbed Mr.'s good deeds!

Thinking of this, the servant silently closed the door again.

Lytle, who watched the door close: "..."

Unfortunately, it was back to the time when the two were alone.

He pondered over and over again, and said nervously to Hecha: "Girls also have Adam's apple, you can't question my gender because of this, it's an insult!"

"Okay." Hecha was very satisfied with his motionless performance lying in his arms just now, and because the voice he made was also very pleasant, so he continued in a good mood: "I shouldn't suspect that my fiancée is a little boy. "

"Yes! Don't doubt others casually." Seeing that this guy agreed with him, Lytle happily straightened the crooked mask: "Otherwise you will be alone for the rest of your life."

"No." Hecha pulled him closer: "You will always be with me, right?"

Lytle responded vaguely.

He doesn't want to be stabbed in the ass for the rest of his life.

If Hecha was willing to send all the maintenance and nutrient solutions in the warehouse to him, then he could barely consider supporting him to the end of his life.

Lytle was caught in a tangle. If Hecha agreed, this would actually be a more cost-effective deal.

The more he thought about it, the more he became biased, and even thought of himself sitting with a warehouse of nutrient solution looking up and laughing.

But what if he wants to make other excessive demands? !

Lytle couldn't laugh again.

Hecha frowned, and found that the boy was still in the sleepwalking stage, so he pinched his waist and asked again: "Is that right?"

oh!What's wrong with this guy!

Back to reality, the dream was shattered before it even started.

In the end, Lytle couldn't take it anymore, and could only respond with red eyes: "That's right."

"Yeah." Hecha was quite satisfied with his reply.

This is simply a trick of torture!Lytle angrily wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Would it make him happy to hear such hypocrisy?

Hecha led him out of the bedroom.

Mr. Popton has a status above one person and under ten thousand people in Bregnett. Even if he changed his taste and wanted to favor a certain servant, no one would ask.

Therefore, when Lytle's feet were weak and he was walking tremblingly on the corridor, and there was a man half hugging him beside him, their expressions would not show too much surprise.

Oddly, Mr.'s frail form looks like the one below.

Could it be that the husband has stabbed too many women and wants to experience the feeling of being stabbed?The servants think it is very possible, after all, the daily life of high-ranking and powerful people is too boring, and novelty attempts are their only pleasure and hobby.

Lytle said dissatisfiedly while softening: "You are my servant now, you can't be so arrogant and rude, and you shouldn't touch your hands, otherwise they will arouse suspicion when they see it."

Hecha let go of his hand and saluted: "Okay, my little master."

Lytle had no support and almost had face-to-face contact with the earth, but fortunately, Hecha brought him back again.

"Be careful, little master."

This kind of address with small characters in front of it always makes people feel nasty, but Lytle chose to keep his mouth shut. The painful lesson told him that protesting is useless.

Hecha looked at the respectful servants coming and going, but he didn't seem to find that his master had become a fake: "So you knocked Popton unconscious?"

"How is it possible? I'm so weak." Lytle always kept his identity in mind: "He just ate my chili oil out of curiosity and passed out from the heat."

In order to ensure the authenticity of the matter, he emphasized again: "I'll let you off, but it's a pity you didn't taste it."

But yours is an evolution, Lytle thought.

Hecha thought of the sizzling, eerily steaming broth.

Should he be glad he didn't eat at that time?

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Been too busy with work lately!So I can only add so much today ORZ wait for me to rest, I will give you more~