What to do if your crush is the Earl

Cecil's house.Guest room on the second floor.

Cecil had the resident doctor called.

The doctor was an old pedant in his fifties, wearing reading glasses and gray hair. He checked Martin and left after confirming that he was fine.

"Thank you, Lord Cecil, for your kindness in saving me." Xiao Sheng said while sitting by the bed.

"You don't need to be too polite." Cecil smiled shyly, "You don't look like locals, are you from other places?"

"Yes, my husband is here for vacation." Xiao Sheng replied.

"So that's how it is. If you need anything else, just tell me, let's stay here today. There are only me and my mother in this house, and I won't bother you." Cecil said.

At this time, it was already late night outside the window.In the second half of the night, the moon, which had been disappearing for a long time, finally revealed a small crescent cusp.There was silence except for the hooting of owls.

"Okay, then thank you sir." Xiao Sheng smiled sincerely.

After everyone left, Xiao Sheng turned back to the bed and slowly looked at that person.

The wet clothes were changed, and the hair was wiped and tidied.The whole person is still quiet and there is no sound.

Xiao Sheng gently held his hand.

Martin's knuckles are well-proportioned, and the skin on the white fingertips is round and smooth, with a comfortable texture like suet jade.

All noble standards and high demands are fully reflected in him.

But his Lord Martin was not happy.Xiao Sheng could feel it from time to time.

There is a knot in my heart that cannot be solved.

Worried, in a daze all day long.

In a critical moment, Martin gave him the life-saving knife.Xiao Sheng was terrified.It stands to reason that he should be happy, Martin regards him more important than himself.But in fact, when Xiao Sheng struggled to save Martin from the bottom of the lake, the fear of losing the most important person made Xiao Sheng understand that Martin seemed to be willing to accept that ending of.

For the first time in his life, Xiao Sheng wanted to punish this person physically. For the first time, he wanted to cross the line between master and servant, give him a blow, and wake up his sleeping heart.

Could it be that the him in front of him is nothing?

As humble as dust, isn't it worthy of the earl's love and hate?

He laughs.

He hates.

He is crazy.

He is stupid.

But looking at the face in front of him, those bubbling hatreds seemed to have a wonderful chemical reaction, slowly disappearing invisible.Like a large piece of cotton that has nowhere to exert force, it is soft and helpless.

There is only the joy and joy of lost and found in my heart.

Trembling physically and mentally, I want to embrace this person, hug him into my bones, and never again be able to despise myself and trample on my own life on my own.

Why are you still awake?

Xiao Sheng stood up, bent down, and looked at the face close at hand.

Blonde hair is curly, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the facial features are British and American.However, the 27-year-old young earl, sitting on a large area of ​​the empire, has achieved fame in literature and is worth a lot of money.

But this person could not shake off the loneliness and pain all over his body.

The long night writes lines of poems and plays that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. Can it melt the lonely cold night?

The longer Xiao Sheng stayed by his side, the more he could understand the loneliness and incomprehension.

He used to be very far away from him, and everything about Mr. was pure and noble in his eyes.

But getting along with each other day and night, day after day, the coldness and loneliness that penetrated into the bone marrow still poured into Xiao Sheng's body bit by bit, which made him feel a part of empathy.

What was Mr. thinking, why did he write such incomprehensible and confusing sentences?When he was in the crowd, what was he thinking about? Can the crowd really make him forget his loneliness?

Blonde hair, green eyes, the only silence in the world.

The lips and teeth wanted to gently press against the lips that were as pale as his, cold, but there was still blood flowing and beating underneath, alive, Mr. Sade.

Xiao Sheng approached, a few strands of black hair slowly fell down, under the dim light, the person below opened his eyes.

Her blue eyes were gentle and deep.

He was slightly confused, his eyes slowly focused, and then Guanghua turned around. After three or four seconds, the Earl raised an arm, embraced the other party, and deepened the kiss.

All the confusion and difficulties melt together, ushering in the blooming spring flowers, and the bright future.

In the early morning, the owners of the house woke up one by one.

Under Xiao Sheng's introduction, Martin knew where they had come. The two turned around and walked down the stairs, preparing to formally thank this generous and enthusiastic young master.

"Master Cecil, the dean asked me to invite you again."

A slightly familiar voice sounded, and Martin suddenly stopped walking.

Xiao Sheng was keenly aware of his movements, and stopped after him.

With their backs behind the wall, they heard the outside continue:

"I know, I'll be there today, but I still have guests here this morning. Go back and tell him that I'll be there in the afternoon."

"Okay, young master." The servant paused for a while, "The dean also asked me to ask you, when will you get this month's stuff?"

Cecil seemed to think about it for a while: "There just happened to be a new batch. When I passed this afternoon, I brought him over there. Did you bring the records over there?"

"Brought it."

With a rustling sound, the two exchanged things in their hands.

Behind the wall, Xiao Sheng slowly raised the back of his hand and covered half of his mouth.

Martin was more surprised than he, for he recognized the servant's voice.Therefore, he almost completely understood the meaning of the riddle-like words - "something" refers to the green herb, if it is recorded, maybe it is the record of the physical condition of the elderly who took the herb in the nursing home?

The owner of this house is working with Lukala?Or even directly one of the participants in this conspiracy?Could it be no accident that they came here last night?

There were too many serious doubts in Martin's heart, and Bi Mou raised his eyes to look at Xiao Sheng.

But Xiao Sheng thought for a moment that the other party suspected him, and took a step back in panic.

With a bang, the decorations on the wall were bumped and fell off.Martin subconsciously stretched out his hand to hug Xiao Sheng, but the ornament had already fallen off, turned around on the ground, and stopped within the range that people outside could see.

Everything is quiet.

"Mr. Sade, is that you?" Cecil asked.

Martin didn't move.

"Mr. Sade?" Cecil called again.

The maid in Cecil's house was very discerning. Hearing the master's inquiry, she had already walked over to check on the master's behalf.

She saw the gold cup on the ground first, picked it up, turned around, and saw the two standing behind, she couldn't help laughing:

"Why are you two adults here? Master Cecil has prepared a hearty breakfast for you, you can go and enjoy it~"

The author has something to say:

Hongmen Banquet.

ps. I always feel that I am logically dead when writing plots. If there are any bugs, please let me know~

By the way... Really, is there any cutie watching? (The author's serious and puzzled face.jpg)