The days of eating soft rice in London

Mr. Lewis did not kiss him.

Oscar quietly withdrew his gaze, a hanging heart retracted into his stomach.Being firmly held in Mr. Louis' arms, he felt like a pet in captivity.

Under Louis' considerate care, those unpleasant episodes of more than ten days ago had already disappeared in Oscar's mind, and he disappeared.

As soon as Mr. Louis walked down the first flight of stairs with him in his arms, Oscar saw the interior of the house in full view.

The living room was about a dozen times the size of his miserable little attic.

The floor and walls are all made of solid wood, and the wall panels cover almost all the walls in the villa. With the elegant and high-end solid wood lines, it looks very luxurious.

The stairs that Mr. Louis walked down just now are also made of solid wood, and the woodwork is very detailed.There are also black dormer windows and a wide porch. The style of the whole house is elegant and stable, reflecting the owner's extraordinary taste and sentiment.

Of course, such a residence can only belong to wealthy people like Mr. Lewis, who is just a stray dog ​​who has visited here for a few days.

Mr. Lewis came to ask his opinion: "Is the color a bit dull?"

"No, not at all." Oscar replied, "The house you picked is unparalleled."

Mr. Louis laughed, "Then, if you recuperate here, will you feel bored?"

"Of course not!" Oscar was a little emotional, "I am already very grateful to you for allowing me to live in such a good place."

Louis carried him around the living room again, and Oscar suddenly saw a pile of kraft boxes on the carpet.

Louis caught his gaze and explained, "Here are my papers and some new groceries."

"I haven't had time to sort it out yet."

The person in his arms was very surprised, and looked at him with those big blue crystal eyes: "Will you also clean it yourself?"

"Otherwise?" Mr. Louis smiled more gently, and said softly, "Can I order you, the wounded patient?"

"Of course, I can live in your home now, and in order to repay, I can be at your service at any time."

repay?There was a twinkle in Louis's eyes, and he pursed his lower lip. "No, I don't expect a guy who can't pee standing up to get me around."

Oscar immediately raised his head and laughed heartily.

Mr. Lewis also raised the corners of his mouth, but his eyes glanced sharply in the direction of those boxes, and then walked elsewhere.

"Tomorrow a tailor will come to make clothes for you, you should take a look at the materials first."

"Sir," Oscar was flattered, and suddenly stopped him. Louis saw the unprecedented seriousness in his eyes. "You don't have to do that at all, really."

Because there was no result, he murmured silently in his heart.

"Your shirt has been torn into pieces, and there is no possibility of repairing it. If you don't make a new one, are you going to keep your upper body naked?" Louis asked him back, using a tone that would not allow anyone to refuse.

Oscar immediately became embarrassed, and looked at his naked body with a guilty conscience. It was true, his back was torn apart by the whip, not to mention the thin shirt.

After thinking for a while, he stretched out his transparent white right hand and stroked the spread fabrics on the sofa.

"This material is like the cloak I painted recently."

"cloak?"

"Yes, Camille's."

Camille's cloak?

If I remember correctly, it was a meeting gift from him to his two cousins.

Seeing that Louis didn't answer right away, Oscar quickly stopped talking bad things.After all, Mr. Louis had never mentioned Camille in front of him.

Sure enough, the other party's mood dropped a few degrees, and even his tone became cold. "You still like her? Are you still drawing her?"

"No." Oscar waved his hands hastily, he didn't want to make Louis angry.

"Just because the cloak she was wearing that day was beautiful, I hadn't seen her in that style."

After hastily explaining a few more words, Oscar felt that his description became more and more chaotic.Seeing Mr. Louis staring at him motionlessly, Oscar couldn't help feeling nervous.

He asked stupidly: "What's the matter? Are you angry?"

The other party pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.Oscar knew that this was a sign that Mr. Louis was about to get angry.

"I know you liked her for a while, too. I saw you once in the carriage. It's all right, Louis, it doesn't affect our friendship, does it? Don't be angry."

The air pressure dropped to the extreme, and Oscar felt that Louis' eyes might strangle him to death in the next second.

But in an instant, the pursed lips parted.

Louis responded, "You know, I'll never be mad at you."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Oscar: Louis, what's in that box?

Louis: Nothing.

Oscar (milk fierce): What is it?Or is it not human?

Louis (touching head): ...Looks like the kid is really freaked out... No, good boy.

I was sleepy at six o'clock today π_π I really can't save it.

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