Master loves me alone [Western Fantasy]

Heidi had prepared the food long before they went back.On the table in the restaurant, Heidi brought out wheat-baked white bread, caviar, jam, and roasted foie gras, as well as some wine and beer.

Karl let out a sigh of surprise and satisfaction, couldn't be more satisfied with Cyril's maid.

After the three of them had dinner together, they ran to sit on the armchairs in the living room to digest.There are bookshelves in the living room, and on the bookshelves are some useless books that are probably used for decoration.

Carl hadn't been near the house since he'd been in it, let alone looked through it.

Cyril was still holding the thick book in his hand. Carl asked him what it was, and when he learned that it was just an introduction to the school rules of Frankez College and various aspects of history and culture, he lost interest at all.

Liz was the first to leave the living room and walk up to the second floor, and then Carl felt bored, so he said good night to Cyril and went upstairs.

Heidi packed up the dining room and kitchen and came out, and said to Cyril, "You should understand that you are not allowed to attend classes as a maid."

Cyril didn't take it seriously, "I will help you apply for an internal employee certificate of Frankz, which is enough for you to go in and out of the library and other places."

Heidi put her hands on her apron and bowed to him. "I see."

Cyril put down the book and said to her, "Just understand, then good night, Heidi."

Cyril also left the living room and walked up to the second floor, closing the door of her own room.

After that, Heidi held up a copper candlestick and extinguished the candles on the lampstands in the corridor on the second floor one by one. Then she came down from the second floor and extinguished the chandelier in the living room, and then slowly returned to her room holding the candlestick.

Cyril sleeps well, but also maintains a high level of vigilance in sleep.

Sometimes, memories are like balls of thread, they are entangled with each other, and once a thread is pulled out, all the related memories are entangled and pulled out.

Cyril rarely dreamed, but the memories evoked by Baritwar visited him in the dream.

Being held in Tan Qiushui's arms, the dirt on little Cyril's body rubbed against Tan Qiushui's clean and soft clothes, leaving a series of abstract stains.

When little Cyril saw these stains, his face became hot, and he felt a sense of embarrassment.

Before he was caught by Baritwa, little Cyril wandered in the market and met many noble ladies and noble lords, but they all held their noses in disgust and walked away, as if he It's like having an infectious disease.

A warm embrace that doesn't dislike him, little Cyril's memory has never had before...

Little Cyril couldn't help but put his head on Tan Qiushui's chest, and rubbed it, his hair rubbed against Tan Qiushui's neck, a little itchy, so Tan Qiushui put his hand on Little Xiril's head, and rubbed it comfortingly, Little Cyril immediately felt embarrassed to move again.

In the forest behind Frankez College, Principal Dempsey kindly allowed Tan Qiushui to build a log cabin there, where Tan Qiushui lived.

Pushing aside the fence, Tan Qiushui walked in with the child in his arms, then entered the house, and put the child on the chair.

Little Cyril still had some twitches, he was never allowed to enter such a clean environment, he wished he could jump off the chair immediately to avoid getting the chair dirty!

Little Xi Ruier looked at Tan Qiushui nervously, and Tan Qiushui said to him: "Wait for me just now." Then he left.

After a while, little Cyril saw Tan Qiushui come back, picked him up again and went to another room, where there was a big wooden barrel filled with hot water.

Little Xi Ruier was put on the step stool by Tan Qiushui, and then Tan Qiushui took off his clothes, and said to him: "Take a bath, you are like a little dirty cat."

Although little Cyril was a bit shy, she obediently allowed Tan Qiushui to move.

A shrewd child is like a little beast who submits himself to unfamiliar environments and people in order to gain protection and care.

The color of the hot water was a light green, and Little Cyril guessed that the other party should have put something in it.

This scene is a bit familiar, because when Baritwa used it to test medicine, he was always soaked in strange medicine barrels, which made him very painful.

But Xi Ruier chose to bear it, he did not resist hastily, after being stripped naked, Tan Qiushui carried him into the wooden barrel.

There were many old and new wounds on little Xi Ruier's body, it was heartbreaking to look at, and Tan Qiushui couldn't help but make his movements more gentle.

After being soaked in the water, little Cyril first bit his lower lip tightly, lowered his head, his golden hair was dull, and strands of it hung on his smooth forehead.

But he soon discovered that there was no pain at all, but very comfortable, as if something miraculous got into his wound through the water, and then all the flesh wounds and bruises on his body disappeared!

Little Cyril's eyes widened at the incredible things she saw.

Tan Qiushui took a soft cloth dampened with water and wiped little Xiril's body, and little Xiril gently grabbed his two fingers.

Tan Qiushui: "Huh?"

Little Cyril asked: "My lord, are you a pharmacist?"

Tan Qiushui withdrew his hand, continued to wipe the child's bony body, and replied, "That's right." Then he asked softly, "My child, what's your name?"

Little Cyril was depressed, "I don't have a name. Everyone calls me little bastard, little bastard, freak, whatever, and no one gives me a name."

Little Cyril looked a little sad. As a mixed race with unknown parents, he has always been a child who was rejected and no one cared about.

"I see." Seeing Tan Qiushui pondering for a while, little Xiril said, "Then I'll call you Peter from now on."

Little Cyril suddenly felt as if a firework had exploded in his heart. Although he had already learned to convince himself to recognize the reality, children who lived like wild dogs were only worthy of being scolded, but he always looked forward to it. Looking forward to a name, looking forward to an elder who loves him and protects him.

"Peter" Little Cyril read out softly, Tan Qiushui had already started to wash his hair, and said with a smile while washing, "Everyone named Peter is a cute child."

Little Cyril: Is it cute?

The soft cloth finally wiped little Cyril's face, and after washing off the dirty things, the child looked even more attractive, with big and bright eyes, a straight little nose, and perfect facial features.

Little Xi Ruier was still uneasy, and his breathing became short of breath. Although Tan Qiushui showed no dislike at all, he still subconsciously wanted to hide his festering left face.

Tan Qiushui's technique was gentle and careful, and he didn't touch the large wound on the left side of little Xi Ruier's face.

After everything was settled, Tan Qiushui carried him out of the water, because there was no suitable clothes for little Cyril, so Tan Qiushui took one of his own robes to wrap little Cyril around.

Little Xi Ruier was hugged by Tan Qiushui and placed on the chair. He felt that the hugs he had missed since he was a child were all made up for today.

Little Cyril saw Tan Qiushui bring a bright copper basin, then took out a strange small bottle, poured a round ball from it, threw it in the basin, the ball melted immediately, and the copper basin melted. The water rippled round and round, and then magically turned a light green.

Little Cyril was very curious, but he didn't ask any questions, just sat very obediently.Pretending to be good is a way for all thoughtful children to fight for care and protection for themselves.

Tan Qiushui's slender hands twisted the wet veil, then held little Cyril's face in one hand, and gently pressed the veil on Little Cyril's left cheek with the other hand.

Little Cyril tensed her body reflexively, and stared straight into Tan Qiushui's dark eyes with wide-open eyes.

"Don't be afraid." Tan Qiushui comforted him, "This will make you feel better."

Tan Qiushui's movements were gentle, like a gust of wind blowing on his face, the warm feeling slowly took away all the extreme tingling and itching on little Cyril's face.

After wiping off the thick water and blood on little Cyril's face, the wound covering his entire left cheek didn't look so scary anymore.The child becomes more likable.

"How, are you feeling better?"

He thought that he had seen enough miraculous things today. He never dared to think that the wound that had stuck to his left cheek since he was a child and brought him pain and nightmares would not hurt anymore!

The feeling, really, was extraordinary relief, as comforting as the breathless patient being able to enjoy the wonderful fresh air again.

"Thank you, my lord!"

"Okay, little Peter, don't be polite to me, are you hungry?"

Afterwards little Cyril enjoyed the most delicious food, and since then, even the most delicious food has become a little bit worse.

On the first night with the adults, little Cyril got a fitted dress and a comfortable bed.He was almost sure now that Tan Qiushui seemed to really want to raise him, and he didn't hate his bastard status like everyone before him.

After little Cyril came to this conclusion, she didn't know how to be happy for a while!

It's incredible, it's unbelievable, it's so lucky, how did I meet such a good adult?The ups and downs of fate, never greet people in advance.Little Cyril was sleeping on the soft and comfortable bed, feeling like she was falling into the clouds, in a trance, like waking up from a dream.

is this real?Am I really adopted by a grown-up?That's an adult!

Little Cyril stepped on the wooden floor with his bare feet, and the scratches on his feet have all healed.He pushed open the door of his room, he knew that Tan Qiushui's room was on the left side of the wooden house, he stood at the door of the room, wondering why he was disobedient, and slept soundly?

Why did he come here in the middle of the night?

Little Cyril squatted down against the door, he is not in a messy room filled with a strange smell, there are no strangely colored potions, eyeballs, and bones.Everything seems so comfortable now, so it must not be fake.

When a person stays in hell for too long, he will doubt whether he is really in heaven.

With a creak, the door suddenly opened——

Little Cyril fell back on the ground, with his head resting on Tan Qiushui's lap, he saw the moonlight shining into the room, as well as the fluttering hair belonging to his dearest master in the moonlight and night wind, The corner of the nightgown.

Cyril fell down in the dream and woke up in reality, with a sense of loss in the eyes of different colors.He remembered that after that night, his master seemed to have misunderstood something, and since then he carried the young him into his room and placed him next to him.

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