Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

Winsted tore off a piece of cotton cloth, cut it into thin strips, and wrapped it around her finger that was cut by the fragments of the teacup, and then began to change into the maid's work clothes without haste.

The belt overlaps through the front and is tied with a bow at the back.

Finally, he picked up the jade earrings on the table and slowly put them on in front of the mirror.

The woman in the mirror became bright and elegant again, she turned her head and stared at the debris scattered on the ground.

It was all messed up by Song Zhihui who stumbled and ran out just now.

It was her negligence just now, forgetting to take off the earrings, forgetting to avoid Song Zhihui's gaze, facing the mirror in the room, and directly changed the clothes and pants that were wet with tea.

It was the emeralds beside her ears that brought her back to her senses in an instant.

She panicked for a moment, raised her hand to lightly touch the earring, only to hear Song Zhifan muffled "Let me out", and immediately disappeared without a trace.

She tidied up the messy ground, pushed open the door, and saw little Louis, a gentleman, waiting at her door.She squatted down, dutifully entered the role, and lowered her voice: "Master, why did you get down?"

The rooms on the first floor and the basement of the castle are the bedrooms of the servants.

She was a little surprised that the noble young master who strictly obeyed his class condescended to such an extent.

"Your hand, are you okay?"

Louis stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her fingers, approached and retracted cautiously.

He was full of guilt, presumably because the lamps lit underground were of average quality and the light was dim. Wensidei saw that his originally light green eyes were a bit deep, like the dark green of a midsummer forest.

She stretched out her palm and showed him: "The wound is not deep, and it will heal soon."

Louis turned away and took two steps forward: "It's fine."

As he spoke, he spread out his palms, took out two candies and handed them to Wensidei: "I'll give you one of my candies. I didn't expect to hurt you, so I'm so sorry."

"It was my dereliction of duty." Winsted quickly denied it.

"Okay, I'll accept it if I give it to you. Please take me to the housekeeper, and then tell Mr. Jiang that I will go find him after I take the medicine."

Winsted nodded, closed the door and led him upstairs.

She upheld her identity and personality, and didn't ask the master any unnecessary words.

Louis, on the other hand, didn't know whether it was because he was educated by Jiang Jian to be well-behaved and sensible, or if he was just trying to distract attention out of boredom, and chatted with her kindly along the way.

It's not as weird and withdrawn as the housekeeper said when she was trained.

While chatting, he became curious about Song Zhihui's identity: "Who is that brother who rushed out just now?"

"Uh... it's my child."

Wensidei's temples twitched twice, and she said this sentence not very confidently.

If the butler were here, seeing her current attitude, he would definitely suspect that she had lied to him before.

"Did you quarrel?"

"No, it's just that there are some misunderstandings."

"He is so disrespectful to you, and he rushed out of the door. You will criticize him when you come back later."

"Why are you criticizing him?" Winsted was puzzled. "The problem is with me. He did nothing wrong. I'm hesitating now, how should I talk to him."

Louis stopped for a moment, looking at the blood seeping from the surface of the gauze on her fingertips, her face was a little dazed.

"You are such a gentle mother."

Winside: "..."

No no no no, she's not, she's not.

The snow outside was falling bigger and bigger, flying and dancing, and the whole garden was covered in white.The hot air smoked the tip of the nose, and Jiang Jian was holding a teacup in the conservatory, sipping tea alone.

He watched as Winsted came walking through the snow wearing a heavy cloak, and the fur edge of the cloak was covered with hexagonal snowflakes.

When she saw him alone, she was slightly startled: "Where is Zhihui?"

Holding the ceramic base, Jiang Jian handed her a cup of black tea, "They said they were going to run a few laps to calm down."

"Your young master will not be able to come back until he has finished taking the medicine." Wensidei sighed, shaking the snow on her body, "I scared him. What about you? Are you not surprised?"

He thought about it, and it wasn't really a surprise, but it was only now that he realized that this might not be Winsted's personal taste or hobby, but her biggest secret, all her personality requirements.

"How do you tell? I thought it was enough to distinguish the real from the real."

Chats involving rules between guests will be blocked live, so she asked without any scruples.

Winside was very puzzled, her height could not be changed, but she had been covering her Adam's apple with a high collar or a silk scarf.The voice is also learned by virtue of her talent. Apart from the exploration of the first show, her personality fit was never warned by the recorder.

"I even set a cycle for myself on the few days of each month." She stood up straight, "I have met so many guests on the show, and the little sisters didn't even notice it. Not to mention those dog men who want to take advantage of it Then, no one will find out what's wrong."

"Don't you think it's outrageous that you can grab Song Zhifuan's neck and lift it up with one hand?" Jiang Jian pointed at the cup wall with her fingertips, and her gaze flicked over Wensidei's gauze-wrapped fingers. "You were very real in Dawn II, and you have been trying to empathize with Tang Huang's experience, which makes people have to believe."

"You should be followed by a 'but', right?"

Jiang Jian chuckled: "What really makes me doubt is your attitude towards Song Zhihui."

Jiang Jian and Song Zhihui didn't get along for a long time, but they watched each time.

Judging from his diagnosis, Xiao Song has a mental illness, can't empathize, and doesn't have the normal sense of boundaries to get along with others, so what he said is very offensive to a certain extent, especially when dealing with a woman, this kind of Offenses are particularly serious and sensitive.

Maybe it's because he has been an "A Song" in Qingluan Village all year round and is not welcomed by the whole village. Song Zhihui, who has just left that environment, still needs an abnormal feedback to prove that he is alive.

It's like shedding blood to realize you're alive.

Only when the irritated person turns against him can he feel a little pleasure.

So even if he was afraid of Zhong Xun, he would scratch him and stab him a few times from time to time. Zhong Xun's unhappy expression would give him a great sense of reality.

It's just that Winsdai's voice was kind and gentle throughout the whole process.

It felt like she was always punching the cotton, but her attitude of letting him grind his language made him a little confused at that time, so that he gradually restrained himself later.

"When Xiao Song spoke too much to you, you didn't react at all,

"And the reason why you are not angry is because you only created the woman Winsted. You are also in your own gender system. Those words don't make any sense to you, so you don't feel any offense.

"I think you should seriously implement your gentle and elegant character, but you forgot one thing. No matter how gentle you are, you will get angry sometimes."

Winside opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Did you think you were good enough, but still far from it?

"By the way, and the night we were at the Arts and Sports Center, the way you tore up the skirt without any grudges against me and Zhong Xun, actually goes against your elegance."

"But that time there was no reminder to violate..." Winsted paused.

She remembered that Jiang Jian immediately took off her school uniform jacket to cover her up. It was an action wholeheartedly helping the girl, so the system did not judge her problem.

"It's you." She sighed again, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Wen Sidai saw the butler walking with Louis under an umbrella from a distance, she quickly got up and picked up a new tea set, poured out the tea and asked in a low voice: "My situation... Does Zhong Xun know?"

Jiang Jian: "He should have known earlier than me?"

Winside was at a loss: "Why?"

Jiang Jian thought about it for a while and said, "I've thought about it recently, and Zhong Xun seems to be particularly aggressive towards men who appear around me for the first time. By analogy, you should also belong to this category at the beginning."

Winside: "..."

Can you little lovers stop being so excessive?

On the other side, Song Zhihui ran around the garden for about one and a half laps under the heavy snow, saw Wen Sidai coming out of the castle, and ran towards the castle avoiding her.He thought about washing and changing clothes while Winside was not in the room, so as to avoid embarrassment later.

When he was trotting along the long corridor, he accidentally fell.

His knees rubbed hard on the ground, he rubbed his ankles, sat cross-legged on the ground, rolled up his trouser legs to check if he was injured.

"Good guy." Song Zhifan blew on the red knees after rubbing the skin, and pressed his fingers sullenly on the knees, and blood stains stuck to his hands.

Why, after he became the pendant of the tycoon in women's clothing, even his health was bound to him?

If Winstad hurt his finger, would he have to hurt his knee?

"Hello." Someone stood still in front of him with a bad tone.

Looking up, a black-haired girl looked down at him, staring at his knees.I saw Zhong Xun standing next to her with a gun on his back, broad shoulders and narrow waist, exuding a sense of oppression all over his body.

"bell……"

When he didn't speak, Doris raised her eyebrows and interrupted: "Whose family are you a child? Go back and change your clothes, don't wet the carpet."

The girl had a serious face and sharp eyes.

Song Zhi is not afraid of returning to the sky, not afraid of the earth, let alone this kind of provocation.Just as he was about to go back, he saw Zhong Xun shaking his head slightly: "There are wound medicine and gauze in the stairwell on the first floor, please take care of it."

"Oh."

No matter how naughty he is, Zhong Xun still listens to the signals in Zhong Xun's eyes.

With a curl of his mouth, he ran to the basement room.

After Song Zhi left, Doris took a deep breath and rubbed the tip of her nose: "It's not his smell, other people were injured today."

Zhong Xun nodded silently, raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows.

After Luis took the medicine, he was obviously not in good condition.

Jiang Jian originally wanted to take him to build a snowman, but found that he was a little absent-minded even when he squatted down. Looking at his pale cheeks and tired eyes, Jiang Jian decided to take him back to the classroom to continue studying mathematics.

After dinner, he was even more lethargic, and went back to the house to rest early without saying a word.

Jiang Jian took a walk in the castle, the temperature gradually returned to the warmth of spring, and the sky darkened.He didn't meet Doris and Zhong Xun by chance, and he returned to his room before the last rays of light disappeared.

He opened the unfinished "The Biography of Peroz the Great" on the table.

I want to know how Peroz and the devil got to the point where they gave birth to their children after ascending to the top of the king.Wouldn't there be reproductive isolation?

While reading a book, time passed quickly, and he lit the candle lamp in the room, realizing that it was time to not enter the corridor without authorization.

He picked a whole number of pages and decided to sleep on that one.

Suddenly, I heard a shrill voice from outside: "Ah——"

Sentimental and loud.

It's Louis!

He put his hand on the doorknob, hesitated for a second, and rushed out following the sound.

The corridor was dark, and he carefully identified the direction.

Everyone obeyed the rules of the castle, and no one came out to check like him.

He stepped forward step by step, and finally saw the faint candlelight.

Under the candlelight, Louis was lying on a person's body, his hands were covered with blood, and his pupils were dull.

A faint red sticks to his lower lip.

Jiang Jian remembered the sentence written on the page just now.

—Peloz and the devil's child, cursed with blood.

The author has something to say:

In order to follow Dai Dai's character design, I still use "she" to write.

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