don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle smacked his mouth twice, thick, and the feeling of being backed by the backstage is different. Look at this guy, who was showing off his might just now, and now he can't wait to minimize his sense of existence.

The cavalry hiding in the dark was about to move, and the cold light of unsheathed weapons flashed in the darkness. Belidada gave a warning glance back, and ordered the servant to take down the silver plate and replace it with a new one.

The silver plate with the smell of food was placed on the long table again, He Cha stood still and said calmly, "Please."

Is this treating him as a sample dish? !

Belidada's face turned blue and then turned pale, and seeing Hecha's plain face but stern eyes, he had no choice but to get up, dragged his heavy steps, and swallowed all the dishes on the plate into his stomach.

He Cha opened the chair for Lytle and smiled slightly: "Madam, you can eat now."

Lytle got goosebumps all over the place.

Oh, it's a bit weird to call it that way, they haven't held a wedding yet, not to mention that the one who needs to hold a wedding is "Lanny" who has already been buried, not him!

While enjoying the treatment, there is still a loss.

Lytle protested softly: "Can I refuse this title?"

"Of course." Hecha put down the knife and fork and touched his head: "Little Lanny."

Weird.

Lytle dejectedly stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth. After chewing it a few times, he found it tasteless.

Liperson next to him looked at him strangely.

The blond man turned out to be Duke Hecha?Then the rude woman next to him is the precious daughter of Earl Omans who doesn't leave the door?Look at the way this guy eats, how can he be a noble lady?Like a refugee.

He turned his gaze to the brat, the little puppet almost stuffed his head into the food, oh, there is another refugee here.

"Stinky boy." Lytle found a point to vent his anger: "Concentrate on eating, otherwise you will look like Angelina."

Lipson pursed his lips.

Swallowing the last mouthful of noodles, Belidada cleaned the two bedrooms for them with a false smile.

Lytle patted his stomach and lay down on the soft bed, drowsy. It had been more than three days since the last time he slept in bed, and it felt like three years.

After checking the surrounding furnishings, sure enough, a small puppet stared at him with blank eyes, huddled behind the vase, and when he picked it up, Hecha broke his tiny neck.

Lytle got down on the bed comfortably and just happened to see this scene, and suddenly shook his body in fright, and felt a dull pain in his neck.

God, if his identity is exposed, will he suffer the same treatment? !

Without Tisha, he still needs to rely on this guy to escape together.

Lytle merged the head and the pillow into one.

Heza looked at the dark sky outside, sighed, looked at Lytle lying on the bed stretched out with his eyelids glued together, stepped forward and pinched his buttocks: "Get up and take a shower."

No one could stop him from sleeping, Lytle was motionless, and the shouts in his ears seemed to float far away.

Hecha sat on the head of the bed, the sheets felt the weight sink, and Lytle's body sank together.

Obviously, the person concerned had no signs of waking up, and a soft humming sound came out of his nose unconsciously.

"Hmm, hum, hum..."

Hecha: "..." Is he snoring?

Without warning, Lytle turned over and kicked the quilt outward, so that he showed himself generously without warning.

Hecha turned him over, and the view ahead was beautiful.

"Why are you so cute?"

Hecha gently stroked his hair and said patiently.

Every time I said that before, the little guy would get angry.

"Hmm." Stimulated, the boy contracted and bent, his delicate face wrinkled together.

His clothes were pulled up unknowingly, his delicate skin was not exposed, and there was an obvious mole on his waist.

Touch the same place, touch the same mole.

"You still don't admit it?" He Cha pursed his lips and chuckled, "You really are my little Aina."

If Little Aina woke up at this time, she would definitely be in for a big jump.

"Can I taste this, it looks sweet."

Lytle was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night.

He dreamed that Hecha did many indescribable things, and kept asking if he was comfortable!It's itchy and uncomfortable, how can it be comfortable? !

His eyes rolled around, what was more terrifying than a nightmare was that Lytle found himself in a nightgown seemingly happily nestled in Duke Hecha's arms, and this guy's hand was still on his ass!

He moved Hecha's hand away angrily, and straightened up. He felt his waist was still a little sore, and he even felt an indescribable tiredness.

Are you really tired these days?Lytle didn't sit for a while and lay down again. After learning that Hecha was so close, he wanted to sleep but dared not sleep, so he could only blink his eyes at the night.

His butt is more important than sleeping, he scratched his chest with bloodshot eyes.

Lytle was depressed to find that the two little brothers on his chest were so swollen that he almost couldn't help crying when he touched them.

God, why are you still wet? !He can't produce milk!

Lytle wiped the corners of his mouth in fright, oh, his mouth was also wet, as if... a little swollen.

Where did the mosquito come from, to pick such a weird place to bite? !

He swallowed a few times, it couldn't be Hecha, could he?He said he would feed him saliva all night...

It must not be Hecha who kissed him, it must not be.

Lytle wrapped the bedding tightly in fear, and besides, if Hecha kissed him, why would his chest be swollen?Impossible, the mosquitoes in autumn and winter are poisonous, he thought calmly, the nightgown must have been changed before falling asleep, so everything can be explained reasonably.

Lytle's mind was chaotic from midnight to early morning, he kept hypnotizing himself, and then fell asleep in a daze.

When Hecha woke up, all the quilts on the bed were wrapped into rice dumplings by the little guy next to him, his face was as red as a small apple.

Hugging the big rice dumpling to his side, and stroking the tempting lips with his fingertips, Hecha asked softly, "Can I kiss you again?"

The sleeping Zongzi tilted his head and did not respond.

Hecha touched his lips, and his smile gradually widened. In the next second, he directly sucked his lower lip, squeezed his jaw open, and gently swept his tongue with his gums, pushing it into his mouth.

After sucking for a while, he reluctantly left his red and swollen lips and pinched his nose: "Are you a little pig? Why are you still sleeping? Do you want me to wake you up by kissing you?"

Lytle hummed twice in response to the occasion.

In the end, Hecha still didn't really wake up with a kiss.

After he finished washing up, Lytle finally woke up leisurely, muttering lazily: "It's not dawn yet."

Thick curtains blocked the sunlight, and Hecha pulled the curtains aside, causing Lytle to close his eyes shut.

"Still up?" Hecha raised his eyebrows.

This guy must have never experienced what it's like to be frightened from late at night until early in the morning, otherwise he would never have cruelly urged him to get up!

The bedding gave him a strange sense of security. He always felt that his butt would never be brutally murdered. Lytle nestled on the bed and shook his head boldly.

"It's already high in the sun." Hecha sat on the side of the bed with a gentle expression.

"Can I sleep for a while?" Lytle buried half of his face in the quilt, looking straight at him.

"No." Hecha said regretfully, "If you don't leave, your father, Count Omans, may send someone here."

"Why?" Lytle's butt was glued to the quilt, and his body twisted symbolically and stopped moving: "The status of the Duke can't let you do well in Breganet?"

Hecha said frankly: "We discovered his experiment, which is related to his life and death. If he still wants the position and life of the viscount, he will not let us go easily."

Lytle blinked: "Why can you leave now?"

Hecha replied patiently: "Because Belidada currently has insufficient troops in the castle to trap you and me."

After a pause, he nodded Lytle's nose "indulgingly" again: "But it's uncertain if Earl Omans sends someone again, I'm not God."

Lytle shuddered.

Well, the visit of Earl Omans's people will lead to his identity being exposed, anyway, he can sleep when he returns to the castle.

He sat up vigorously, and the two beans on his chest were standing upright against Duke Hecha through his nightgown, but he looked like he had just woken up, and he didn't notice any abnormalities at all.

"Why are you swollen here?" Hecha showed a smile, and pressed on his chest casually.

"Hmm..." Lytle's eyes were clear for an instant, his whole body shivered cleverly, and he leaned softly on the quilt, subconsciously letting out an inaudible groan.

God, what is he calling?How could there be such a strange sound?Then he looked at Hecha angrily, this guy is absolutely abnormal!He touched a lady's chest without blushing and heart beating!Not lightly pinched it!

Lytle trembled like an electric shock, recovered his senses and quickly slapped the dishonest hand away, then covered his head with a quilt, and ran away barefoot without shoes on.

He Cha who scared the little guy away with his own hands: "..."

You can't be in such a hurry, you should take your time.

He didn't want to run away a second time, such a lovely dessert, swallowing it slowly is no worse than eating it in one bite, isn't it?

Lytle finished changing the long skirt, and was fighting with heaven and man in his heart.

The spring of this bastard must have come early!It can be seen from the recent intensified hugs and hugs!Fortunately, he didn't show doubts about the flat chest, but if things go on like this, can he really make it back to Moyevia? !In fact, Duke Hecha could easily take off his skirt with one hand, and then discover the secret, and his life will be over!

"Miss Lanny?" Hecha's voice came from behind the door: "Have you changed yet?"

Lytle felt relieved, and he called Miss Lanney back!What does this mean!Uh, it seems that it can only mean that it is not so nasty anymore?

When you think about it, there's nothing to be happy about.

"You are too rude!" Lytle accused from behind the door: "As a gentleman, you need to reflect!"

"Sorry, I shouldn't be so reckless." Hecha's apology came quickly: "I just think it's very sweet and delicious, like two toffees, which makes people want to take it off and take a bite."

Lytle's cheeks were flushed, and he wanted to get into the cellar. He lifted his shirt and looked carefully. Oh, it's just that his chest is swollen into big grapes. How can it look like toffee? !His eyes are covered with two cockroaches?

"Can you forgive me?" There were several knocks on the door.

Lytle took a few breaths: "Pay attention to your wording!"

"sorry."

Lytle calmed down a little: "Say it ten more times."

Hecha said it ten times.

Ha ha!The bastard with the upturned nostrils kept apologizing to him!

Unprecedented, is this a rise after being constantly suppressed?

When Lytle was happy, he puffed up his chest, but the next second he was tortured by the friction of the cloth and held his chest in his mouth: "We all need space before we get married, understand?"

Hecha agreed, "Okay."

"Well, I barely forgive you." Lytle pulled the door open a crack.

In fact, he was even more afraid of the arrival of Omans' rescuers, so there would be no room for negotiation, otherwise he could use this to raise more conditions.

This shows that this guy likes Lanny quite a lot. Lytle felt sour in his heart. Hecha had always threatened and lured him before, like a devil with red light all over his body, and he never apologized to him for hearing it!

When he came out, Hecha always felt that his little Aina was not very happy and made himself angry. Could it be that he was still brooding over what happened just now?

"Little ghosts." Lytle and Lipson gathered together, but found that one of the children was missing: "Where's Tryndamere?"

Lipson yelled, "I don't know!"

Lytle shifted his gaze to Brave Dan.

The brat covered his face and looked away.

"Brave, tell me." Lytle tried to make his voice sound gentle, but in fact there was blood in his eyes.

"He's going to smash Belida's forehead!" The brat caught Hecha's eyes, twisted his waist, and said shyly in an instant.

Lipson: "...you betrayed your master!"

The brat argues: "This ugly woman is also my master!"

Lytle slapped Brat's face in fright, and smiled awkwardly: "It's actually like this. I look like her former master, so she insisted on shouting when she was not normal."

Liperson disdainful in his heart, such a stupid lie, only people with fleas in their brains would believe it.

He Cha knew how to help him lie: "It may be the lost illegitimate daughter of Count Omans who made it."

Lipson's disdainful eyes gradually blurred and he was dumbfounded. . . . . .

"That's right." Lytle smiled evilly and applauded: "As expected of my apprentice. So, should we wait for Belida's forehead to be smashed and then reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

However, the reality is not reality if it really develops as expected. Tryndamere only managed to pluck out a few beards of Belida, before he was arrested by Wa Wa crying loudly.

Lytle hated his apprentices, who would foolishly confront nobles with disparity in strength?

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Tomorrow is estimated to be even later ORZ