The days of eating soft rice in London

Oscar fell silent, and the hands wrapped around the back of Mr. Louis' neck at this moment also seemed awkward.He retracted his hands in his arms in embarrassment, his eyes were half closed, and his long eyelashes drooped.

The gentleman still maintained his usual silence, but his arms exerted a little force, hugging him even tighter.

"Are you hungry?" Louis suddenly eased his tone.

His attitude changed too quickly, Oscar didn't want to say anything more, but simply answered: "Not yet."

"Then have dinner later?"

"No sir, I have no appetite."

"Okay," Louis paused, thinking for a moment. "Do you want to go to the study?"

Oscar nodded.

Just now, Mr. Louis treated him fiercely, so now he is obviously depressed.

However, in the next second, under his astonished gaze, Mr. Louis freed up a hand as if showing favor, and gently wrapped Oscar's arm around his neck again, and hugged him towards the study. step away.

This action made the person in his arms tense up quickly, and the way the other party was tenderly showing weakness to him now made Oscar feel as if he was making trouble for no reason just now.

He thought, this man is really too dangerous.

"This is the study room." Louis said as he walked in, with an expression and tone that was more like a husband holding his new wife in his arms and visiting a new house.

Oscar looked around.

This is a study full of wooden shelves.

The wooden frame is as high as the entire room, the floor is covered with a soft sea-blue carpet, and two dormer windows are opened to ensure enough light can penetrate into the room.Because it was just bought by the owner, the wooden shelves engraved with various classification names are still empty, but only the wooden shelf engraved with the word "art" is filled to the brim with newly bought books.

Oscar saw the neat bookshelves, and then glanced at Mr. Louis' handsome face.

"There are not too many books here. If you don't like them, I can ask someone to buy more at any time." Louis bent down slightly, showing Oscar the albums of various painting styles in front of him. "Is there anything you want to see?"

Oscar's left cheek could only be pressed tightly against his chest because of Mr. Lewis's bending over.But now the gentleman doesn't seem to notice the problem.

He read the titles on the side covers of these albums, and was about to reach for "Chardin's Still Life Atlas", when his stomach suddenly let out an untimely growl.

Oscar was a little embarrassed, but he just said that he was not hungry.

"So, are you hungry now?" Louis looked at him with those deep eyes, without any teasing tone.

"A little bit." The matter has come to this point, and I can only admit it.

"Dinner is ready, let's go now." The gentleman said sweetly.

Oscar didn't respond, Louis looked down and found that he was also staring at him.

"Are you also so kind to Camille?"

"Why do you ask that?" Louis asked.He suddenly remembered what Oscar said just now that he had liked Camille, and hastily emphasized his tone, "I never liked Camille."

"Are you joking?" Oscar stared into his eyes, as if wanting to confirm something. "Aren't you dating her now?"

"Dating?" Louis frowned dissatisfiedly. Why did Oscar suddenly have such an idea?But the look in the other person's eyes now completely tells him that this is serious.

If Oscar really thought so, it should have started when they met in the Duchess's mansion that day.

Was it true that he thought he would still kiss him in the theater?

Louis sighed, really wondering what Oscar was thinking.

The handsome gentleman suddenly began to wonder if his feelings were not as obvious as he thought.

"Well, I don't know where you heard these rumors, Camille is my cousin, other than that, I have nothing to do with her." Louis explained patiently, "Please forgive me for accepting It may not be the behavior of a gentleman to come down and make a presumptuous request, but I sincerely hope that you will stop thinking about her."

As if grasping the point, the person in his arms moved suddenly.Oscar scratched the wound on his back. He looked at Louis in shock and asked, "Is Camille your cousin?"

"So--"

"Mrs. Morris is your aunt?"

"Yes," Louis replied honestly, knowing that he might be alienated by the other party. "But I will never ask you to forgive what she did."

"But why can't I like Miss Camille? I know we are not equal. Is this the reason for slandering me for stealing? Just because I am a down-and-out Irishman?"

As long as it talked about status and personality, Oscar would always be easily irritated, but now that anger has completely dominated him.

He said angrily: "Then let me tell you the truth, I just like her! I was going crazy seeing Camille throwing my hand away because of you."

He was first abandoned by Camille, humiliated by Lady Camille, and now framed by Mrs. Morris for no reason. Old and new hatred roared out together. "I love her! Love everything about her, and I still can't forget her!"

Seeing the unstoppable anger flickering in the gentleman's dark eyes almost instantly, Oscar suddenly remembered the terrifying pair of severed hands in the blue gift box, and strands of chill began to coil around his heart.He calmed down immediately, but it was too late.

Just because he said that he still loves Camille, Mr. Louis is like a completely different person.

The gentleman in front of him is like a waking volcano, which may erupt at any moment.If he just pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak, he was complaining dissatisfiedly.Now, Oscar believed that he was really angry, otherwise where would his tenderness be, or how he would be burning, igniting the air around him, making the living room surprisingly quiet, and letting the air roar and tear his heartbeat.

Although he was very scared, Oscar still relied on the courage he didn't know, looked up at Mr. Louis's eyes, put on an unyielding posture, and said to him: "If you are angry, you can let go now." I'm coming down, I can leave right away."

"You want to leave?" Mr. Louis' face was livid, his previous smile had completely disappeared, and his angry face twisted into a raging beast, staring at him firmly. "How could I belittle your identity and question your character?"

"Don't you understand? Why don't I allow you to have any undue thoughts about her—"

The author has something to say: Zhenxiang Little Theater

LOUIS (affectionately): You know, I'll never be mad at you.

Oscar (temporarily aggrieved, shouting): I love her, I love everything about her, until now I still miss her!

Louis (instant tyranny): Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This chapter was very difficult to write, and it took about three hours.

Not only to conceive the details of Gong's tenderness and consideration,

Also write out Louis's pathologically possessive and tyrannical character.

Finally, the two should be unobtrusively combined in one chapter.

too difficult,

I, the author myself, really want to kill myself.

Thank you for your support, I will definitely work on the code words, if you think it is okay, please add more texts, thank you!

_(:_」∠)_Good night!