don't make me wear a skirt

"You know..." Lytle blocked Tisha with his body—damn it, this fainted appearance, his eyes protruding and his face pale, how could he explain it so that all of this seemed very logical?

"Tissa, uh, I mean my maid, in fact she has a serious heart attack, it will be like this when she is stimulated, wait a while, she will be fine in a while."

As he spoke, he pushed Thea out of the house, and closed the door with a snap.

Fortunately, I searched for a new bottle of nutrient solution yesterday.

Lytle decisively opened the bottle and poured it into Tisha's mouth at an extremely fast speed. After a series of crazy Ma Jingtao shakings, the fainted maid finally woke up slowly.

When seeing Miss Lanney again, Thea was surprised to see that her maid was ruddy and energetic, not at all like a dying patient.

Lytle gave her an elegant and polite smile: "So where should I go for dinner?"

On the way to the restaurant, Lytle's mind was spinning, trying to make sense of everything just now: "Oh, poor Tisha, when she was 5 years old, the house was ransacked by villains, she hid under the bed I witnessed my father's death with my own eyes, and since then I have suffered from the problem of not being able to be stimulated."

Thea looked at Tisha with sympathy: "I didn't expect you to have such a terrible experience."

Lytle took the opportunity and said: "So I hope you can help us keep it secret. Tisha doesn't want to be viewed with colored glasses because of her illness and past, right?"

He turned his head to Tisha.

Tisha burst into tears in unison.

"Don't cry, poor girl." Thea's heart turned into a pool of spring water, and her eyes were firm: "Don't worry, there will be no third person in this castle who will know Tisha's secret."

"Thank you." Lytle held Thea's hands with a grateful expression.

"This is what I should do." Thea blushed slightly. She didn't expect Miss Lanney not only to not be overbearing like ordinary nobles, but also to take good care of her servants. She would definitely be a kind mistress in the future.

Butler Ade had already gone to the kitchen to prepare bread and milk for him. The bread was only the size of a fist, and the milk was only two-thirds multiplied. Tettle rubbed his stomach. Could it be that in Ade’s subconscious, the noble lady Is it a cat's stomach?

When the last bite of food was stuffed, the atmosphere in the castle seemed to be cheerful, and the faces of the servants were filled with joyful smiles.

"What's wrong?" Lytle asked Thea.

"Duke Hecha has returned to the city!" Thea's apple face blushed with excitement.

The sudden news blinded Lytle.

His teeth chattered: "What are you talking about?!"

Thea smiled, thinking that Miss Lanney was just nervous and shy about seeing her future husband: "Don't worry, the Duke is a gentle and considerate gentleman, and he is also very handsome!"

After all, he blinked at him.

Lytle wanted to blink too, but his eyelids were twitching.

Duke Hecha is back in town!Why so early? !How about in two days?This is the most terrifying bad news he has been told in a month. Not only is he facing the danger of his identity being exposed, but if he can continue to hide it, he has to endure face-to-face cultivation of feelings with him every day. It is very scary to think about it.

"I, I, I'm full... I'll go back first..."

Lytle walked back tremblingly, accidentally stepped on the skirt on the way, and almost had his face on the floor and his head on the ground.

"Miss Lani is so cute." Thea burst out laughing, and after finishing clearing the tableware, she said to herself, "Your Excellency the Duke will definitely like it."

Back in the bedroom, Lytle paced back and forth irritably, which was not the worst, what was even worse was that Duke Hecha had seen his face!If his brain hadn't been filled with toilet water, there was a good chance he would recognize himself.

Thinking of this, he lifted his skirt and quickly packed his luggage: "Tissa, we have to leave as soon as possible."

"It's too late." Tisha glanced downstairs through the window, and at the same time, the neighing of horses pierced the sky, as if heralding the imminent return of the master of the castle.

Immediately afterwards, a row of mighty and tall cavalry surrounded the castle.

"Duke Hecha is back."

"Then what should I do?" Lytle threw down the burden and sat on the ground, wrapping his knees around his body, with an air of despair lingering all over his body.

"You can greet him kindly." Tisha said unhurriedly, "Didn't you say that the effect of the potion hadn't passed when Duke Hecha saw your restored face?"

"How would I know if he would see it afterwards? I passed out at the time!" He said this just because he didn't want to lose too badly!

Tisha rubbed her chin: "You were actually made to pass out?"

"To shut up!"

He doesn't want to be exposed at all!

Lytle waited for eight hours in anxiety and apprehension. As the night gradually approached, Duke Hecha became silent after entering the castle, as if he had completely forgotten his fiancée.

About to enter the ninth hour, he fell into fatigue.

"Let me sleep for the last time in my life." He turned on the bed, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes.

"Miss Lanny." Ade knocked on the door twice: "The Duke invites you to have dinner with him."

Damn Duke Hecha, come sooner or later!

Lytle's eyes were bloodshot, and he hammered the bedding angrily.

"Miss Lanny?" Ade called again uncertainly.

Lytle pinched his nose and said in a low voice, "I might have a headache."

"Are you all right?"

He pretended to reply: "No big problem, but I'm afraid I won't be able to have dinner with the Duke. It's really a pity."

"Do you need a doctor to come over?"

Lytle hurriedly replied: "No need, I'll be fine after a night of sleep..."

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and a respectful voice sounded again: "Then you have a good rest."

Lytle listened intently for a while, and when the footsteps gradually faded away, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"We must escape tonight."

He licked his dry lips and made a decision: "How many cavalrymen have you beaten?"

Tisha: "I can't stop Duke Hecha from catching you himself."

"Okay." Lytle scratched his soft black hair in annoyance: "This means you can't force your way."

So Lytle spent the night observing the cavalry downstairs, and when dawn came, he finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

A few hours later, he woke up hungry.

I can't be the first puppeteer in history to be starved to death, that would be too aggrieved.

Lytle thought about it and made up his mind.He took out a white gauze from the interspatial bag, wrapped himself like a mummy, and tremblingly walked towards the restaurant.

However, bad luck did not leave him with the passage of time.

Lytle poked his black head out quietly, and saw a man with blond curly hair tasting delicious food on the long table. The man's three-dimensional facial features were as if carved by a knife, and under the deep eye sockets were blue eyes like the sea and tall. bridge of the nose.

Damn it, he had been terrified all day, and Duke Hecha was enjoying a delicious steak without any hesitation!

Perhaps because his eyes were too resentful, Hecha suddenly raised his head, just in time to meet his dark and bright pupils.