The days of eating soft rice in London

"It's really interesting." The person called "Sauron" was reclining on the black sofa.

Slowly shaking half a glass of crimson wine with his pale hand, he looked at the stunned servant with interest.

"Come here, come here." His voice seemed harsh and unpleasant, as if it had been damaged by smoke.But in that hoarse voice, there seemed to be a magical power from the mysterious east, which made it impossible for the servant to refuse his request.

With a charming smile on his face, Sauron took the servant's hand.

Then he slowly placed it on his chest.

is flat!

This is actually a man!

"Hahaha..." The person on the sofa suddenly burst into wild laughter, his frail body trembled violently, and almost spilled the wine in the glass.

"Sauron, put away your tricks and don't tease this little servant. You won't tell your old father that you actually have a hobby of chicken rape, right?" Winston said jokingly.

As if being scalded, the servant immediately withdrew his hand on Sauron's chest.

It's unbelievable that father and son could say such straightforward and embarrassing things.

"Shut up, old chatterbox." Sauron cursed with a smile, his mouth was half-opened at this time, and he could see the sharp teeth and soft tongue inside from the perspective of the servant.

God bless, the footman murmured silently.

He was a devout Christian, but he fully believed that the smile of this stunner in front of him would probably move the hearts of men all over London.

sin!This idiosyncratic eccentric must be a lunatic, a man of infidelity, a man of infinite melancholy, a man whose genital organs are poisonous, and whose sensitive spine always glows with an evil flame.

Because only such a weird person would go against God's will and pretend to be an infinitely charming woman with all the indescribable features of the manservant.

***

Oscar had an unprecedentedly good sleep, and he didn't even have a dream.

Half awake, Oscar felt that his body, which had been lying on the ground all night, was stiff and stiff, and his neck was sore.He moved slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, and suddenly felt that the wound on his back was better, and it might have scabbed over.

After a while, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Mr. Louis opposite.

Mr. Lewis went to bed late and got up early, and he was already sitting at the desk, just as Oscar had seen last night before he fell asleep.

He carefully flipped through the letters and telegrams he had received recently, flipping his fingers quickly.

A beautiful invitation to a commercial dance party suddenly fell out of the thin envelope.

This came from an Italian antiques dealer who had worked a lot with Louis' father and they were also close in business, and Louis specifically distinguished it from those letters.

Soon, Louis noticed the movement on the other side.As soon as he looked back, he saw Oscar staring at him sleepily.

After their eyes met for two seconds, he smiled at Oscar from a distance and said something.

Oscar remained on the bed, motionless.Seeing the distinct shape of the lips, Oscar said, "Good morning." Then he silently responded, "Good morning."

The gentleman on the opposite side quickly packed up the envelopes on the table, got up and was about to walk here.As Louis walked around the corridor, Oscar's azure blue eyes followed his tall figure to a blind spot. When he realized that the other party would appear in front of him in the next second, Oscar felt inexplicably nervous.

"Are you awake?" Louis asked, his voice so gentle, as if all the quarrels last night had never happened.

"Let's go downstairs and have some breakfast." As he said that, he was about to come and hug him.

"Sir," Oscar immediately sat up and stopped the other party's actions, he said, "I think I should be able to walk normally."

Louis withdrew his hand, straightened his body, looked at him, and said nothing.

On the contrary, Oscar was a little uncertain, after all, he had only seen the autocratic side of Louis last night.

He got out of bed, saw the back of Mr. Louis walking in front, and hurriedly followed.

Mr. Lewis always walked so tall and pleasing.Only now, Oscar felt that he couldn't like Louis at all.

Because the other party's possessiveness is so strong that he can't communicate with him at all, and he doesn't give him a chance to correct this distorted relationship at all.

The breakfast was lightly prepared, Oscar simply ate some toast and porridge due to his preoccupation.Mr. Louis also ate his breakfast gracefully, neither of them said anything, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

A hasty doorbell rang to break the silence of the house. Mr. Lewis put down his knife and fork, and opened the door with long legs.

Not knowing what would happen, Mr. Louis had a serious expression on his face when he came back.It seemed to be snowing outside, because some sporadic snowflakes were still stained on his shoulders.

"I'm going out for a while," he said.

"You stay here first, don't go out." Louis felt that he seemed too strong after speaking, and added softly, "OK?"

The other party looked back at him calmly: "Okay, sir."

Oscar didn't ask what happened, of course, it wasn't his business to ask.Just after eating the last slice of toast, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, but was picked up by Mr. Lewis.

"Oscar, I'm sorry, I was too sudden," Louis carried him to the study, "I think you can read here, please don't run out like this, okay? Wait here for me to come back soon, I promise."

He put down the Oscar in his arms, reached out to take off Chardin's still life atlas, and handed it to the other party, his fiery eyes were filled with sincere requests at the same time.

"Don't worry about me, you can go get busy first." Oscar landed on one leg and was gently leaned against the bookshelf, "It's snowing outside, please be careful on the road."

After hearing these words, Mr. Louis seemed to be worried, and he smiled soothingly.

After receiving this reassurance, Mr. Louis seemed to be in a better mood than ever.As soon as Oscar looked up, he saw Mr. Louis' deep black eyes staring at his lips in front of the slightly dimly lit bookshelf.

Oscar pushed him away abruptly, speaking harshly. "Sir, you..."

The gentleman showed displeasure in his eyes, and pulled his chin forcefully. Oscar's body was instantly fixed in a strong embrace, and the unfinished words were drowned in the affectionate kiss.

The kiss fell like a storm, hot and lingering, the tongue nimbly pried open his teeth, the wet and slippery touch made Oscar's heart tremble, but fortunately the kiss was not entangled for too long, in case the scene might get out of control at any time.

Louis left Oscar's glistening lips, kissed his forehead extremely softly, and then turned and left.

Only Oscar was left in a daze holding the album.

"God! Cousin! You're finally here." Wrapped in a fur coat, Flora greeted Louis' carriage at the door.

"Come in and see him with me."

The author has something to say: kiss the tender green all over the mountains and plains, and feel fresh;

Kiss the scorching red, touch the brilliance;

Kiss the golden color of harvest joy and take the harvest.

May colorful kisses make life better!

It's already 12:30, very sleepy, very sleepy, extremely sleepy. :-I

I have some good news to share with you. The results of the humanities knowledge contest were announced a few days ago, and I was selected.Because there were few applicants for the history major, I managed to pick up the rest. :-I

What will happen to Flora looking for her cousin?Guess everyone?Um?

Please collect and comment, good night everyone>3