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It wasn't until the carriage entered the gate of Rolles Manor from the crossing that Issie barely stopped crying—of course he himself was not very willing to admit this, especially when he came back to his senses and found that he was actually trapped like a child. Lucien was in his arms.

He had no choice but to bury his face in the blanket that Lucien draped over his body to cover his hot cheeks, from the tip of his ears to the mouth of his throat was so hot that it seemed like smoke could be burned.Lucien also patiently waited for him to calm down, looking down at Izzy's ear tips that looked easy to pinch, allowing himself to be patient for a while longer.

Just like bringing home a domestic dog that has been lost for a long time outside, give him room to adapt to changes and adjust his emotions, avoid touching that overly tight nerve, and let him rely on some bad habits developed outside. Bad habits that are difficult to correct in the end.

"We're almost there." Lucien lowered his voice, stroked Issie's hair restrainedly, straightened Issie's loose and open clothes, and lowered his head to gently kiss the beautiful red ear tips.

Hall's skin color is actually not easy to see any changes in skin color, but Lucien can somehow sense the subtle difference caused by the redness and heat of those skins. He happily used the tip of Issy's red ear with " Fluffy" is used to describe it. Although it is not the actual plush that can be touched, it does give people a sense of softness and plush.

Izzy was buried in the blanket and froze for two seconds, and finally forced herself to raise her head to face the reality.His eyes blinked unconsciously, and the snow-white eyelashes trembled accordingly. The pupils under the eyelashes were enlarged because of the dim light in the carriage, and the outer edge was surrounded by a circle of extremely brilliant gold.

Lucien rubbed his fingertips against the water marks still hanging from the corners of his eyes, and he was rare and thoughtful and didn't say anything to challenge Issie's nerves. The curtains were opened to both sides, and the bright light from outside and the sweet wind full of flowers flowed in.

"Now is the best time for Rollus." Lucien said - this is undoubtedly a safety card for Issie to relax, so that Issie will stop staring at him and follow his cue to turn his head to the side. Look at the scenery outside.

The basil flower field in the manor is as vast as ever, and the light blue color undulates with the wind, weaving waves that are softer than flowing water.

Lucien seemed to have complained to him that the basil in summer would be so sweet that it would be cloying, and the smell coming in from the window in the sweltering night was so strong that it would make you dizzy. Living in a field of flowers, when Lucien was restless and unable to sleep in the middle of the night, he could really jump up and let someone level the field of flowers.

But the light blue flower sea was so beautiful when it first bloomed, and Yixi stared at it for a while, and the stinging pain that had been tearing and burning in his heart seemed to be relieved a lot.

He suddenly wanted to go down and take a walk in the flower field. Maybe he could hold Lucien's hand and pick some flowers to weave a wreath.

So Izzy turned her head again and looked at Lucien's appearance under cover. The face that had washed away from immaturity and gradually showed angular contours seemed not so suitable to wear a too childish wreath. Compared with flowers and scenery, Lucien is more The kissing touch that comes closer is more interesting.

Izzy felt uncomfortable because of this knowledge. He couldn't tell what was wrong with him. A few years ago, he was able to deal with all kinds of teasing and getting close to Lucien with ease, and he was able to easily occupy the posture of not losing the wind.

This feeling sucks.

It was as if his body wasn't his own anymore.

Izzy couldn't help waking up. Lucien just leaned on him, and dropped some light kisses on the side of his ear and neck. The touch was gentle and restrained, so that his discomfort could be controlled within a reasonable range, so as not to arouse his body. The instinct to fight back left behind by long-term exposure to dangerous environments.

With Lucien's current strength and physical condition, Izzy has no doubts about the lethality he can cause.

Anna greeted them at the gate of the main house. She didn't let too many maids and servants wait by her side, and she didn't show excessive enthusiasm or surprise—it was just the way she usually greeted Lucien when he came back from the outside, raising the hem of her skirt and bowing down. He saluted and said "Welcome back".

Lucien also did not behave in the slightest special and abnormal way, pulling Yi

Xi jumped out of the carriage with her wrist, nodded to Anna, and strode into the gate of the main house.

Issie didn't even have time to say hello to Anna. Although he was pardoned for this, Issie had never been very good at getting along with this serious and courteous head maid, and the long time of not seeing each other intensified the psychological distance.

The maids, servants and guards in the main house were all working at their posts, so they inevitably met Lucien face to face, and saw Issy being dragged forward, but they just passed by in a hurry. With a glance, there was no expression of surprise and curiosity, but he just lowered his head to salute the lord who came back from the outside, and immediately focused on his work.

Focused, efficient, orderly, and much quieter than Izzy remembered.

In his impression, the maids in the main house are always as lively as birds, chattering about various trivial things while doing their work, and the servants mostly greet people with smiles on their faces, and sometimes he is called The shift guard stopped them, and made an appointment to discuss some time.

Moreover, most of the faces are unfamiliar. It is normal for the maids to change a batch in three years. Young girls always want to get married, but the guards around Lucien are all slaves with whom he has a magic contract. No matter what, it is impossible to leave Lucien as the master.

Issie instinctively smelled the smell of some not-so-good "accidents" left in the main house. Even though Lucien acted as if he had not experienced any tempering, but had grown and matured naturally with the passage of time, Issie also knew That's not the case.

Lucien probably also passed through long and difficult years.

It might be even more difficult than him. After all, he only needs to think about himself, and his only task is to survive. The passage of time and emotional perception are blunted under the pressure of survival crisis, not to mention that he is not very Sensitive and thoughtful person.

He was just thinking about his own business.

But Lucien is not.

……

Izzy stopped in her tracks.

When he didn't want to move, Lucien's strength couldn't move him at all. Instead, he was pulled back by the reaction force and staggered back. Before he could turn around to see what was wrong with Issy, he was hugged tightly .

The strength of Izzy holding him was a little too tight, and he felt an ominous warning sound from his bones, telling him that there was no way to compare the sad gap between himself and Izzy in terms of force value.

Fortunately, the servants in the manor now have enough winks to know when they should disappear in place and pretend to be deaf and dumb.

"Please tell me..." Issy said in a low voice, and finally restrained her crying, "What happened after I left... please tell me..."

"Anything is fine..." Issy groped to cover Lucien's eyes, as if this would reduce his embarrassment and shame, "If it's you, you can do anything..."

Lucien was in his arms, but he was strangely and crazily missing that lord who was vicious and flamboyant, who did his own way and didn't know how to write the word "considerate".

"..."

Lucien was silent for a moment, then relaxed his strength and stopped trying to struggle out of Issy's arms.He twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled Izzy's hand, and dragged out his tone lazily, "You made a good suggestion."

He smiled happily, and under Izzy's connivance, the bad Bubble gurgled and exploded.

"In this case, I would rather go to the bedroom to talk."

"But first you have to be cleaned up, you're as dirty as a stray dog."

Issie leaned against Lucien's shoulder and rubbed it twice, showing a relaxed posture as Lucien relaxed.

"I'm really sorry." He said, ignoring the strange and uncontrollable intermittent gulp in his voice, "I didn't expect you to be so, so anxious. I wanted to find a place to clean up my appearance before I came to see you .”

"I'm still worried that I won't be able to enter your gate anymore."

So Lucien defined Izzy's behavior right now as crying with joy.

It's reasonable and there's nothing wrong with it.