What to do if your crush is the Earl

At ten past eleven in the evening, Martin sat up in bed and lit a cigar.

The person next to him was disturbed by this movement. He got up from his sleep and wanted to get up, but his head was held down. The man's open hand was buried in the short black hair, and his face was half buried in the bed, still dangling. steaming.

"Go to sleep." The man said.

The person in the bed obediently didn't move any more, just stretched out his eyes, secretly watching the man puffing out the smoke.

Martin smoked the cigar very slowly, as if he slowed down all his movements ten times. His fair and beautiful knuckles were wrapped around the cigar, and one index finger was arched and hooked gently. Slowly permeating up, gently floating, rising, everything is like a slow motion.

Those beautiful green eyes are often slightly narrowed, not knowing what kind of past events and myths they are immersed in.

But this time, Bi Mou noticed Xiao Sheng who was staring at him.

"Try it?" He smiled.

Xiao Sheng was about to refuse, and the cigar had already been handed to him.Helpless, he thought back to seeing his father smoking when he was a child, and went up to take a sip.

"Cough cough cough—..." His eyes were red with choking.Really hideous leather smell.

Martin smiled, reached out to help Xiao Sheng up, patted him on the back, and then put him against the bedside pillow, slightly lower than himself.

"Smoking a cigar is a rush," Martin said. "You have to keep the smoke in your mouth and savor it slowly. The aroma of a good cigar has layers."

"Look, like this." Martin demonstrated, and then looked back at Xiao Sheng, who only looked at him with a little doubt, with pure black eyes and a very innocent look.

……never mind.

Martin gave up teaching, leaned over slightly, and directly printed his lips on it, deep and shallow, exchanging a breath of air, guiding Xiao Sheng to breathe and exhale.

Smoke billowed up between the two of them.

"How is it?" Martin asked him, stepping back a little.

Xiao Sheng's eyes were blurred, and he subconsciously said, "Cao Mu Xiang..."

"So...?" Martin asked, bending down again.

Xiao Sheng's thin and light-colored lips became moist and shiny, and he murmured: "Blooming flowers, forests..."

The chase between lips and tongue gradually became like a game.

Children run and play in the forest with fresh grass, and the laughter of Yingyue floats in the air.

The creek by the forest suddenly burst into boiling foam, and hot lava rose from the ground, red and scorching, slowly covering, melting, and annihilating everything.

In the boundless passion, only the eyes are the other side.

……

Xiao Sheng was a latecomer the next day.

When he woke up, it was daylight and there was no one in the house.

Everything last night was like a dream.

He always had this sense of unreality.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, stood up, and felt intense discomfort and numbness in a certain part.

He found his monocle and put it on the bridge of his nose again. His right eye was once again covered by the lens, and his black eyes were slightly narrow and deep.When he was alone, Xiao Sheng's expression was always calm, and with his pale skin, his whole body was like a jade-like sculpture, icy and cold.

The sound of servants working could be heard outside the window.

He got up and made the bed, walked out the door, and met the attendant Chris head-on.

"Morning, Mr. Xiao Sheng." Chris greeted with a smile first.

The title of lord can be called a nobleman, and it is also the respectful title given by ordinary servants to the four masters' personal servants in Sad Manor.

Xiao Sheng nodded, his eyes under the glasses looked cold to outsiders: "Have you seen Mr.?"

Chris said: "Sir, sir went out early in the morning."

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know about that." Chris smiled, "How did you get out of here, isn't your room down below...?"

Xiao Sheng glanced at him coldly, the unscrupulous smile on Chris's face gradually froze, then faded away layer by layer, and finally stopped talking.

"Bah, why are you pretending to be arrogant!" After Xiao Sheng left, Chris whispered, his calves couldn't help trembling twice.

With the Lord absent, Xiao Sheng had nothing else to do, so he went back to his room.

The personnel affairs of Sad Manor are not complicated.

The head is the butler, and the servants below are divided into male and female servants. There are only four personal servants for the husband, three men and one woman, and Xiao Sheng is among them.

Mr. Today must have brought someone else out.

Xiao Sheng felt a little lonely.

But this loneliness was soon replaced by something new.

Carpentry.

Before coming to Sad Manor, Xiao Sheng was always accompanied by this kind of friction sound of wood and tools in the distant boyhood and youth.The crowded lobby of the house is also my father's tool room. There are always many white sawdust piled on the floor, and there is a calm and simple atmosphere of wood shavings in the air.

Xiao Sheng was deeply influenced, and his hands were also dexterous. He even cultivated this into a hobby after he came to Sad Manor.

His house hasn't changed much since he moved in five years ago.Originally, he could change to a better room on the second floor when he was promoted to a personal servant, but he refused.Firstly, the straight-line distance between that room and Mr.'s bedroom is even further, and secondly, he is used to getting along with this room.

It may be that as we get older, we become more nostalgic for the old, and we are reluctant to part with the old things.

The door of the room is close to the bed, the tool table is on the right, and the door is facing the north-facing window and a small balcony with miscellaneous flowers.

Xiao Sheng's tool table was full of various things.

Hand saws, wood planers, iron files, measuring tools, sandpaper, scissors...even a simple light profiler.

It was picked up from a waste pile in a machinery manufacturing factory two years ago. Several parts were broken. After searching around for several months, he finally found all the missing and damaged parts and repaired the machine to barely It looks like it can be used.

When he was very young, his parents were busy making ends meet, and after Xiao Sheng left school, he would secretly use leftovers to make toys for his younger brother.

The four-year-old brother always likes to watch him from the sidelines, watching how he cuts wood, how to polish the main materials, and puts them together one by one.

He has made a lot of jigsaw puzzles, and Xiao Sheng has learned more from reference books, strange little objects, and even toys designed by himself.

Whenever a toy is finished, the younger brother with curly black hair will clap his hands to take it, say thank you brother, and when Xiao Sheng raised his index finger to tell him to keep it secret, he also raised his own finger with a serious and small face. adult look...

Xiao Mang.

The younger brother who died young, will always stay at his seven years old.

Thin, naughty, and even on the pale little face he left, there were dirty stains.But the smiling face is always raised, knowing how to be funny and how to make people happy.

……

It's been a long time, and I suddenly remembered it for some reason.

In fact, if Xiao Mang is still alive, he should be the same age as Mr.

Sir...

What would it be like to stand together with the noble and elegant Mr. Sade and the flexible and lovely Xiao Mang who was born as a commoner...?

Xiao Sheng came back to his senses and found that his thoughts had drifted too far.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked at a pot of lantern flowers outside the window.

Red pod-coated fruits hang among the pale green plants, swaying in the wind.

Scarto Hotel

A gathering of gentlemen.

Xiao Sheng was wearing the blue and black striped waiter uniform specially made by Sad Manor, and stood by the side.

Martin was surrounded by people again.

There are always rich and powerful men in Vanity Fair, but handsome, rich and talented men are very rare.

The men came up to toast, and the women also crowded up, wanting to invite a seat beside him.

Martin always dealt with these problems with ease, with a smile that never changed for thousands of years on his face, and his whole body exuded a golden light, as if he was everything in this luxurious wine pool and meat forest, and he was also in tune with the most noisy and turbulent world.

This person's vast and broad mind seems to be compatible with everything in the world, seeing through the materialistic desires and the glitz of the world, but in the night when everything is silent, there seems to be nothing in those blue eyes, only the silent waves flow .

Women like him because he is handsome, gentle and affectionate, materially able to satisfy his lover's vain material desires, and emotionally satisfy their fanciful needs.

All relationships hit it off and there is no debt.So there has never been an ex-lover to pester him unreasonably.

The replacement of the old by the new has also become the iron law and rules around Martin.

Some time ago, it seemed that there was a person who broke the iron law, but in an instant, he disappeared beside Martin.

Crowds tend to be forgetful and self-rationalizing.

So the women who had died down gathered around again with secret joy.

"Master Sade, do you have any new works recently?"

"There seems to be an elaborate musical in the theater tomorrow night. Will you listen to it?"

"The column of Inspiration Daily has not released any good books recently, do you have any recommendations?"

Martin answered one by one, perfect etiquette, standard aristocratic language, everything was easy to handle, and finally, at the invitation of a lady, stepped into the dance floor with her.

"Alexia? This time it's cheaper for her."

"Master Sade seems to only choose one partner a week, right? Whether it's attending a banquet or something else."

"That's right, I haven't seen Mrs. Martin for a long time, and I was snatched first."

Some people were secretly indignant, while others sighed sadly.

Xiao Sheng stood aside, quietly watching the person who was spinning slowly on the dance floor.

Always treat your lover with tenderness and affection.

——The premise is that if you are his lover.

This is the mocking evaluation of Martin by many gossip newspapers.

What about him?What is he?

Xiao Sheng never dared to ask himself.

Because the answer to this question is probably cruel.

That was something he didn't want to accept or face.

Those gentle eye waves and lingering love words probably only count when the two are entangled and passionate.