After the global recovery I crossed

It has been more than half a year since the Viscount Salian and his wife adopted two children from the orphanage. The servants of the Viscount's Mansion love the quiet and kind Miss Audrey and the naughty and lovely Young Master Louis very much.

At night, except for the servant's room on duty, the lights in other rooms should have been turned off one after another, but the master bedroom was brightly lit.

In the master bedroom, the brilliance of the new electric lights illuminated Viscountess Beatrice's blond hair in a red fishtail dress like a specially sewn golden thread, but the unique beauty of the Salian family shone brighter than the lights. .

"Gaspard." Beatrice opened her lipsticked lips, curved gracefully and beautifully, and called to the mirror.

While watching her husband's actions in the mirror, she put a shiny emerald stud earring she inherited from her grandmother on her ear.

Her husband, the most mysterious Viscount Salian in the Lorraine aristocratic circle, was lying on the bed in his daytime clothes, holding an old expedition notebook in his hand that he did not know where to find.

"Gaspard, don't stay in bed, you should take a shower and look at the stains on your sleeves. Also, I beg you not to read such dusty old books in bed."

Gaspard crossed his legs on top of the quilt, and replied in a tone as casual as his gesture: "Oh, that's the goat's milk that Louis spilled. As for the note, it must not be as good as the jewel in your ear." It's been a long time."

Beatrice frowned, and emphasized her tone: "Gaspard."

"Okay, sister." Unlike the helplessness in his tone, Gaspard had a smile on his face.He got off the bed, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and came lightly and gracefully behind Beatrice, putting his hands on Beatrice's delicate white shoulders.

He lowered his head, sucked the emerald on Beatrice's ear, and murmured, "Why, isn't it as beautiful as my eyes?"

Beatrice stared at Gaspard's face, but she didn't look at the mysterious and gorgeous green eyes, but at the rosy lips that seemed to have been picked by someone's kiss. touching her ear.

She chuckled and replied, "Honey, why don't you take your eyes off and put them on my ears."

Gaspard turned to leave, unbuttoned his clothes by the bed, and said, "Then why should I watch you and our children?"

Beatrice held her chin, saw her husband's fair and thin figure in her eyes, and replied, "I can give you my eyes, as long as you don't mind that they are blue—my dear brother, don't forget What are we going to do tomorrow, let the maids prepare the clothes for hunting, you have been buried in those things that should be buried alive in history, the nobles of Lorraine don't even know the color of your eyes."

The door of the master bedroom was closed, and Gaspard's voice was indistinct: "Joke, they are the rotten old things."

After a while, Beatrice heard a movement from the door, and asked aloud, "What's wrong?"

It was not Gaspard outside the door, but the three children of the Viscount Mansion.

Audrey was wearing a nightgown and looked nervous, holding the youngest Louis with her brother Lucas.

"Mom, Louis seems to be sick."

"What?" Beatrice was taken aback, and quickly got up from the stool, her voice filled with anger, "Where are the maids! Where are they!"

Lucas looked at Louis's fingers grabbing his sleeve, and whispered, "But Louis said he only wants mom and dad."

Beatrice said in a relieved tone, "Okay... Poor Louis."

She took Louis, poked her forehead, and said, "It's just a little fever, just get some sleep. Audrey, take Lucas back to sleep, and don't let me see you in the hallway in your pajamas again." .”

Seeing that the other two children had gone back, Beatrice put Louis on the bed, covered the quilt, and scolded: "Look at you, clingy, troublemaker, you must be messing around at home because you don't wear your shoes properly. Run, your feet are cold, let me guess, did you knock over the cup when Dad was feeding you goat milk, how can you not get sick like this."

Louis——Lin Xingtao didn't know what the relationship between not drinking goat's milk and getting sick was.He huddled under the quilt in a daze, heard the Viscountess Salian sighed, touched his hot cheeks, and then returned to the dressing table.

When there was another sound at the door, the Viscountess shouted: "Go and pour Louis a cup of warm goat's milk!"

Then the sound went away again.

After a while, when Lin Xingtao was almost asleep, a cool and hot wind blew to his side.

A warm body got into the quilt and smoothly hugged him in his arms.

The man first touched Lin Xingtao's ankle with one hand, said "it's a bit cold", then raised his other hand to brush Lin Xingtao's bangs.

Lin Xingtao leaned in his arms, stepped on his calf, raised his head, and slowly opened his eyes.

He saw the green eyes of Viscount Gaspard, looking tenderly at him.

Due to the angle, he turned his eyes and only saw the skin on the viscount's neck that was whiter than pajamas and goat's milk.Maybe it's because he just took a bath, his skin is a little redder than a rose, but the Viscount's blond hair has been well wiped, and although it still has moisture, some strands are already hanging softly on his white pajamas On Lin Xingtao's cheeks, even if water drops fell on Lin Xingtao's cheeks, they were quickly wiped away gently by the Viscount.

The Viscount raised his sleeve, which was made of soft puff sleeves. He sniffed it himself, then held it up to Lin Xingtao's nose, and said with a smile, "Maybe we should change to a brand of goat's milk. The smell is on my skin, Louis, you may have to sleep with this smell."

The Viscountess suddenly became serious: "You are right, we should ask the businessman who provided goat milk, no matter whether it is nutritious or not, at least a few children don't like it."

"Yes." The Viscount put his arm under Lin Xingtao's armpit and lifted it up, "But baby, now you have to drink all of this glass of goat's milk—well, at least half of it."

The cup directly touched Lin Xingtao's lips, and Lin Xingtao was not a real child, he couldn't show his temper, so he obediently opened his mouth and drank it.

The Viscount praised: "I thought I would coax you for a while, my man."

A man... Maybe he really is a man at this age if he drank the fishy goat's milk.

"Okay, go to sleep." The Viscount pushed back his blond hair and lay down.

A thought flashed through Lin Xingtao's mind: I haven't brushed my teeth yet.Then the mind sank into a deeper blur.

He dimly felt that the Viscountess was lying on the other side, and he was sandwiched between his parents, breathing in the sweet fragrance that came from nowhere, that didn't smell like milk, and even the quilt was stained.

He actually fell asleep.

In his sleep, he felt a trembling hand inserted into his hair again, from a restrained and gentle touch to a strong and terrible rubbing.Before he woke up from the pain of being pulled, the strength disappeared completely again.

He heard someone breathing heavily, dying, and unable to stop. The person buried his head behind his back, and the hard tip of his nose pressed against his spine, sliding up and down.

Immediately after the breath turned into a dying gasp of fear, a melodious male voice whispered the verse: "... I smell like a withered flower, smelling the fragrance of my dead love... Sleep is as sweet as death."

Terribly scalding liquid—maybe blood—gushed out from under the quilt, drowning out Lin Xingtao's restless struggle, and at the same time swallowed up the faint sobs of the woman.

"Dear Louis, what's the matter with you?" The male voice stopped chanting from behind Lin Xingtao and asked suddenly.

All illusions were suddenly shattered, and Lin Xingtao woke up suddenly.

He saw the peaceful sleeping face of the viscountess opposite him and the fingers that were lightly placed on the side of his face with the quilt exposed.

The Viscountess seemed to have forgotten to remove her makeup, her lips were bright red in the dark night.

The moonlight shone through the bedroom window.

The moonlight suddenly changed its shape under Lin Xingtao's casual glance, and a wind blew into the room from the tightly closed window, blowing the shadow that was originally on the Viscountess' forehead to the eyelids, as if a pair of black lacquered eyes had opened there. Eyes without whites.

The lady's face was also terribly pale, a withered corpse of a beauty who died in the moonlight.

Lin Xingtao's fingers groped in the quilt for a while, but he didn't feel the palm that he thought would be on his waist.

The distinct sense of someone behind him was gone.

He sat up slowly, turned his head, and saw a person wearing a lady's red mermaid skirt, sitting on a stool looking in the mirror.

The red skirt covered the surrounding carpet, and compared to his wife, it looked like a blooming flower.

Skirts like mermaid skirts should not have appeared in this era, perhaps the latest inspiration from a fashion designer in Bally.

The mermaid skirt was very long, and when viewed from the back, a large area of ​​the man's back was exposed, white and smooth, like jade under the moonlight.And this kind of skirt designed for slender women wraps the buttocks, showing curves, sexy and glamorous.

At this time, the person sitting on the stool was so slim and graceful that he didn't look like a man—it was really hard for Lin Xingtao to tell whether the person sitting there was the Viscount or the Viscountess.

If it was the Viscountess, who was the person next to him?

The person who was looking in the mirror seemed to see Lin Xingtao sober in the mirror, with red lips, he let out an ambiguous, low laugh that went straight into people's hearts.The voice was also indistinguishable between men and women, it was just numb and crisp, making people unable to stop listening.

Then the man turned around, got up from the stool gracefully, and walked towards Lin Xingtao silently.

"He" has the satin-like blonde hair shared by the Viscountes, half of which is tied up, and the other half is placed in front of the flat-looking chest.The neck of a swan is slightly raised, and the gemstones beside the ears are as bright as red lips.

When "he" was walking, his slender legs were looming under the red skirt, and the lingering feeling could easily remind one of a certain metaphor—the witches used these legs to stir the enchanting potion.

Lin Xingtao couldn't move at all as he watched this dangerous stunner put her elbows on the edge of the bed, crawling over slowly without blinking her eyes.

The rotten sweet fragrance filled the tip of Lin Xingtao's nose in an instant, and the very slight rubbing sound of clothes was like soft needles piercing into his heart, making his whole body numb and itchy.

He watched as "he" leaned over and painted the corpse-like person on the bed with bite marks rather than kisses, and then made a sucking sound at a constant speed.

Blood soaked the corners of his mouth.

When "he" opened his mouth and turned to Lin Xingtao, not knowing whether he wanted to feed Lin Xingtao or lie on Lin Xingtao's body to suck, Lin Xingtao saw clearly "his" blue eyes.

The viscount's eyes are green, the lady's are blue.

However, "he" smiled softly and beautifully, and asked, "Dear Louis, what's the matter with you?"

At night, the voice was particularly deep, pleasant and clear, clearly a male voice.

...Lin Xingtao woke up suddenly, and let out a short panting sound.

"...Louis, what's the matter, answer Dad."

Lin Xingtao turned his head with his chin pinched by the person behind him, and met the Viscount's worried green eyes that were bloodshot from just waking up.

The voice came from the Viscount, and the Viscount was indeed behind him.

The Viscount sat up, held him in his arms again, and asked, "Did you have a nightmare? This is what happens when you are sick."

After a while, he asked again: "Can't sleep?"

The viscount pinched his cheek, as if complaining to him: "Really, I wanted to win the hunt tomorrow."

The Viscount yawned sleepily, with tears streaming from his eyes, he patted the child on the back lightly, planning to put the child to sleep first.

Lin Xingtao saw the Viscountess next to her. She was wearing pajamas and was in a deep sleep, completely unaware of the night's episode.

"Baby, have a good sleep." Lin Xingtao quickly fell asleep to the Viscount's slight humming, his young body couldn't bear the fatigue of illness.

In the dark night, Gaspard inserted his fingers into the hair of the child in his arms and stroked them one by one, then picked up the cup placed by the bed, and brought it to his lips to taste the last sip.

He licked the goat milk from the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "It's really not good. The merchant who sells goat milk has to change."

He glanced at his wife beside him, and he didn't seem to realize that he was showing a weird and twisted sneer.

. . . . . .

When he woke up in the morning, the viscount and the viscountess had a quarrel in the corridor.

"Louis is sick, and you actually want to take him to a banquet? And it was a hunting banquet, not an experience exchange meeting on raising children!"

"Beatrice, keep your voice down—I didn't think about it when I promised, but I have promised Louis, my dear sister, do you want poor Louis to wake up to face the coldness of his parents' departure?" home, crying over the fact that parents didn’t keep their promises?”

The voice of the Viscountess was full of anger: "It's not that you are too used to Louis. If he is willing to drink more goat's milk to make his body stronger, how can he get sick so easily?"

She knocked on the door and motioned the Viscount to look at her.Gaspard was silent.

The Viscountess continued: "Gaspard, I have to warn you, you dote on him too much, did you agree to him so easily when he said he wanted to go? You never thought about our other two children waking up, Facing the cold home where parents and younger brother have left, crying for being left behind?"

The Viscount sighed: "Then take them with you."

After a while, the Viscount walked in, kissed the child's forehead, and said, "I'm sorry, Louis, Dad clearly promised to take you alone, and I promise you will be the only one at the next banquet."

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There is no need to worry about the timeline, if it is necessary, it is before Lin Xingtao became a god, he dreamed of the past like this.

At this time, the Viscount hadn't obtained the "Corpse Food Canon", but his spirit had already been affected by the many deadly archaeological activities, and the Viscount's mansion was also a little abnormal.

The hallucination is that the viscount killed his wife, so I have to contact the front to see.