Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 60: Please Start Your Show (6)

Under the moonlight, the figure came out of the window, carefully closed the curtains, brought the window, and buttoned it, everything fell into pitch black, Zong Que knew that he should not come back tonight.
[Host, he seems to want to kiss you just now. 1314 said.
Romantic love is not here.
Although Zong Que did not see the other party's movements clearly, it would definitely not be for his relatives when he came on such a night: [Well, good night. ]
Zong Que closed his eyes and went to sleep, and on the second day the servants hurried out and brought back the craftsmen, many of them hanging ropes and clanging on various windows.
"What is this doing?" Joel asked, watching the humans busy up and down, handing things over.
"It is said that thieves entered the manor last night, and the owner said to put security windows on the windows, I don't know what it looks like." The brown-haired Hanni held the freshly washed sheets to dry on the rope, "But it should be safer."
Joel looked at the extremely fence-like windows, turned and picked up a wet sheet and said, "I'll help you fold it."
"No thanks, it's my job." Hannie said embarrassed.
"It's okay, I see that everyone else is busy, and the sheets that are dried out like this still need you to pull for a long time." Joel twisted the water on it and smiled, "Let me do something for you."
"Well, thank you." Hanni pulled a corner of the sheet and smiled.
The flat sheets were pulled to dry, and the washed clothes were also dried on the rope, and the smell of soap was overflowing in the air, mixed with the smell of sunlight, which was very fresh.
The sound of jingling kept sounding, and after Jol dried his clothes, he came closer, squatted down and looked at the piles of sealed windows, held a section and squeezed it gently, and the section of the iron directly deflated, he looked up at the sealed master bedroom, and the corners of his lips gently hooked.
Anti-thief? Dream!
The anti-theft window has been installed for a few days, and the neat iron windows look very neat and beautiful in the sun, although the scenery from the window can no longer be as much as before, but after adaptation, the anti-theft window can be easily regarded as nothing, and the maids occasionally dry handkerchiefs on it is much more convenient than before.
After installing the security window, many people slept much more steadily, and there was no trace of being broken into at night in Zongque.
1314: [...]
Romantic love was installed with a security window by the host, and it was welded to death, and I wanted to come in and dream!
......
"Sandy, there's your letter." The pleasant voice of the teenager came from the window, and in the afternoon sun, it seemed to carry the coolness of the stream under the shade of the trees.
"Thank you, Joel." Sandy's gentle voice came.
"You brought back a lot of things, I'll help you carry them." Hanni's voice has a gentleness unique to her age.
"This is Hannie's stuff, I just happened to meet your mother, and I helped you get it back by the way." The boy's words were also tinged with tenderness.
"Thank you, Joel, for the fruit of the family, I'll wash some and eat it together." The girl laughed.
"Wait a minute, I'll go and deliver the master's letter." The teenager said with a smile, and the figure left there in a hurry.
Zong Que sat in the study and waited for a moment, the door was knocked from outside, and after three rings he spoke: "Come in." The
door was pushed open from the outside, and a freshly dressed boy seemed to be wrapped in the light outside, and said with a shy smile in his blue eyes: "Master, there is your letter." The
letter was placed in front of Zong Que, and the words on it were depicted in gold, which was very valuable.
Zong Que looked at the boy in front of him, who was still quiet and well-behaved, but had lost the fear and timidity he had just arrived, and knew that his script had progressed again: "Thank you, let's go out."
"Yes." Joel saluted respectfully, gently closed the door, and quickened his pace.
He was a little used to this person's businesslike attitude, and although he guessed many things wrong, the workaholic did not guess wrong.
He had never seen a human being who liked to work so much, things he couldn't read, books that were dense and unstorytelling that made people dizzy to look at, but this man was able to read for hours and record his thoughts in them.
If you want such a person to lose control, of course, you can't rely on the previous method, such a person likes to plan everything, hates accidents outside of planning, and if you break in or climb into bed strongly, it may be counterproductive.
For such a person, it is necessary to disintegrate his atrium little by little with gentleness and harmlessness, and then live in it without hesitation, and when all the dust settles, and then reveal the true purpose when the time comes, he will definitely give a very satisfactory response!
The sun fell on him, and Joel raised his arm to block the hot and nasty sun, heard the call from under the tree not far away, and a shy smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Joel, I have sandwiches." Sandy, who was sitting under the tree, said.
"There is also the sour plum powder distributed by the manor, I added ice to it, you must like it." The blond Judy carried a teapot and handed Joel a cup and poured cold plum water into it.
The cold touch eased the discomfort caused by the sun, and Joel sat in the shade of the tree holding the sour plum water with cold water and smiled, "Thank you Judy."
"And the fruit." Hanny came over with the washed fruit, sat down on the grass and smiled, "Joel, you taste."
Joel looked at the girl's expectant look, bent his eyebrows lightly, took a fruit stained with water and sent it to his mouth, and gently praised: "It's delicious."
Hanni's face was slightly red, and she sat next to her with a fruit basket and said, "Then you can eat more."
"Huh? Joel is biased, you haven't drunk the water I poured for you. Judy said, looking left and right.
Joel took a sip and smiled: "It's delicious, Judy's craftsmanship is very good." The
girl glanced at the extremely gentle smile, and her cheeks turned slightly red: "Well, I barely forgive you, you drink quickly, it's not enough here." "Good
." Joel held the cold cup and shook the liquid in it and smiled.
"Joel really looks like an angel." Hanni said as she watched the swaying of the shade light and shadow on the boy's cheeks.
His smile will make people unconsciously gentle.
"Hannie is good at talking." Judy looked at the young man next to her and asked, "I heard that Joel was a nobleman before, why did he come back here with his master?"
Sandy was a little surprised and wanted to stop it, but saw that the young man's eyes were a little surprised and lonely, and smiled gently: "That is already in the past, and it is good to live here." The
boy in the shade smiled very gently, but with a pitiful vulnerability, falling from the clouds could still maintain such gentleness and happiness, no one could bear to embarrass him.
Zong Que stood by the window and looked at the few people who were resting in the shade, although he couldn't hear what was being said there, this blood clan had not long been here, but it could already make many people feel good about him and integrate into this place perfectly.
"The master is indeed very kind to you, whispering to you, I used to fantasize about becoming the lady of the master." Judy held the cup and said, "But after seeing such a beautiful Katri being kicked out of the manor without hesitation, she completely lost confidence.
The girl said her thoughts, but did not notice the slight disappearance of the smile in Joel's eyes, and the bottom of her blue eyes brought a slight coolness under the shade of the trees.
"Who hasn't fantasized about marrying a nobleman." Hanni sighed with a smile, "I also learned after entering the manor that nobles will marry nobles, and girls raised by nobles will learn a lot of things we don't understand, and they are very beautiful, right, Joel."
Joel's eyes turned slightly when everyone looked over, "Most of it will be so, but not necessarily, who is Katri?"
"A very beautiful maid before, her body is very good, and her fingers are very delicate." Judy touched her hair and said, "The hair is still very beautiful blonde, much more beautiful than many noble ladies, even I am fascinated by her, many people think that she will be liked by the master, at least become a mistress, but she entered the master's room without permission, and was sent out after lying on his bed, and the master changed everything on the bed after that."
"Didn't she plead?" Joel thought the story was good, and the man did what he expected.
"I heard that she knelt on the ground very religiously and begged her master to let her rehabilitate, she just unconsciously moved her heart to her master, and she would not make such a mistake in the future, but the master did not show mercy." Judy sighed softly, "It feels like a very bitter unrequited love.
"She fell in love with someone she shouldn't." Sandy didn't speak for a long time, but said at this time, "That will only suffer yourself and cause trouble to the master."
"Sounds pathetic." Joel's words came out, and when he noticed the gaze upstairs, he looked over and turned to the manHis eyebrows curved slightly when he looked calmly, and he smiled softly.
Zong Que watched the young man's expression change from interested to well-behaved, his gaze staggered, and he left the window.
This blood clan's social skills are much stronger than his.
"Joel, what are you looking at?" Judy followed his gaze and found no trace.
"The master may be looking for me." Joel put down the cup in his hand, got up and smiled, "You guys talk first."
His back left, and Hanni held the sandwich and looked in the direction of the study: "Was the master watching us just now?" I didn't find out.
"Hannie, rest assured, it's time to rest, but we should really get busy after eating." Sandy said.
"It feels like the master is different to Joel, and he can enter and exit the master's bedroom and study at will." Judy said as she looked at the boy's back as he left.
"Because he is literate, and if he was a nobleman before, he can also tell his master a lot of topics that we do not understand." Hanni said.
"Could it be because Yoel is even better looking than Katri?" Judy cupped her cheeks.
......
When Zong Que sat back in his original position and took the cup, the door was knocked from outside, and he stopped his thoughts and looked up, "Please come in."
"I'm bothering you." The young man opened the door with a teapot, and smiled with a bit of restraint that was not under the tree just now, "I think your water should be cooled."
Zong Que glanced at the empty cup and said, "Don't knock next time you enter the study."
"Yes, thank you." Joel walked over to the table, mixed warm water in the cup and put it back, "Please use it."
Zong Que picked up the cup, rubbed the slightly warm wall, looked at the young man next to him, and said, "What do you do in your spare time?"
"Will do something for other people." Joel picked up the teapot and smiled.
"You can read the books on that side at your leisure." Zong Que gestured to the bookshelf across the table.
Joel looked at the full book on the opposite wall, and felt very suffocated for a moment, this person not only reads by himself, but also likes to pull others to read together, he is a little suspicious that their laughter just now is too loud, so that this person can not integrate and destroy.
"Is it really possible? Thank you very much. Even if Joel's back teeth were to be crushed, his face showed full gratitude, remembering that he was a middle-class but very cultured noble young master.
Nobles can't help but read.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
The balance in Joel's heart swayed between eating directly and continuing to play, put the tray aside, walked to the bookshelf on the opposite side that was much taller than him, and looked at the title of the book on it, he had lived for so long, and none of the books he had read had a wall.
He casually took down a brightly colored book, sat on the soft sofa next to him and opened it, feeling that the difficult day had just arrived.
The stories in the newspapers are interesting, but they are short, and it doesn't take long to read them, but I don't know when I want to finish such a thick book.
Joel flipped through the pages of the book, seemingly reading it very seriously, but in fact he didn't read anything.
On the west side of the sun, the curtains were closed behind him, and the light that fell in from the side fell on the book, with a harsh feeling, Joel's gaze tentatively lifted and fell on the man who was deeper and quieter than the night, and the other party's eyes seemed to never get tired with a light movement.
The sunlight spilled a little on the man's hand, outlining the traces of blood vessels, and the trace of blood in the air seemed to become more and more intense.
Joel's gaze lingered, and he crossed the side of the man's slightly undulating neck, feeling that his teeth were a little itchy.
It's a bit boring, but it should be a natural way to enter the room.
His gaze became more and more substance, and Zong Que raised his eyes and said to the young man who only had time to become well-behaved: "What are the questions?"
"Is there anything I don't understand to ask you?" Joel doesn't like to read, but it feels good to stay here, even if he can't drink it temporarily, this person is also a treasure he guards, and sooner or later it belongs to him.
Zong Que's gaze fell on the book in his hand, and he replied after a moment of silence: "Hmm.
"Thank you very much." Joel was a little puzzled by his silence, but more excited that his plan had taken another step forward, and his gaze fell on the book.
Diligent and inquisitive, then he doesn't understand more.
The boy's eyes drooped, Zong Que's gaze fell on him, the boy hiding in the shadow of the curtain was not stained with the slightest gloom, his appearance was indeed like the angel praised by the world, but he had many faces, timid, well-behaved, cautious, gentle and violent and arbitrary, and his true temperament was hidden under the mask.
Won't you feel tired after playing for a long time?
Zong Que withdrew his gaze, and Yoel read the book in front of him and found that it seemed to be a drama, and all kinds of dramas were interesting, but there was absolutely no situation that he couldn't understand.
So his silence at that time ...
Joel looked at the book at hand, pondering the possibility of knowingly asking for a fool or changing a copy, and found that neither of them served his purpose.
Joel had very little at hand, and even though the drama was still interesting, his patience with reading only lasted until dinner.
When Zong Que was dealing with work at night, the boy who seemed to be holding a book was like a thorn under his butt, and he couldn't sit still.
Zong Que's pen stopped, looked at the young man who stopped moving, and looked at the well-behaved and quiet boy whose fingers had begun to tighten, "Where don't you understand?"
"Nope." Joel didn't understand anywhere why this man could read and write in this room for so long, he was almost wasted, he wanted to go out, but he was a quiet and gentle person.
When Joel was already thinking about the possibility of taking people away directly, Zong Que put down his pen and got up and said, "Go out and take a walk."
"Huh?" Joel was a little puzzled.
"Don't you feel stuffy?" Zong Que asked.
"A little." This time Joel didn't have a hard mouth, and if he stayed like this, he would grow mushrooms.
"Let's go." Zong Que took his coat, put it on, and opened the door.
Joel put down the book and hurried to follow.
The candle flames inside the manor were bright, but the moonlight outside was better, the woods were dense, and the cool wind blowing in the wilderness suddenly dissipated the depression in my heart.
Zong Que walked in front, Yoel followed behind him, the two walked one after the other, the starry sky pressed down, forming an extremely beautiful dome, as if he could reach out and pick the stars above his head.
Zong Que's footsteps did not stop, and the figures of the two people were getting farther and farther away from the manor, and Joel looked back at the faint candlelight, and had a premonition that they would go farther, and he probably couldn't control the abduction of this person back to his castle and asked softly: "Master, where are we going?" Lonely
men and widows are the easiest to lose control of themselves, in case he bites into it, but he will fall short.
Zong Que stopped and looked back, "There is a river nearby, and the scenery is good.
"Oh..." said Joel as he paused, lowering his eyes as he almost bumped into him, "I'm sorry."
Zong Que glanced at him and said, "It's okay, take it easy."
He turned and continued forward, and Joel blinked to keep up, relaxed? He felt that he had not yet seen the end of this person, and was either exhausted or suffocated.
The sound of footsteps sounded in the countryside, and the sound of gurgling water sounded in the ears of the two people at a certain moment, interrupting Joel's thoughts and making him look ahead.
Walking closer, the river not far away reflected the moonlight, dark and bright.
The cool water vapor rushed to the face, sweeping away the last trace of the sweltering heat of the day.
Zong Que's steps stopped, and the young man who followed behind him was already squatting by the river, holding the cold river water in his hand and laughing: "I've been here for so long, I didn't even know that there was a river here.
"If you focus too much on something, you will ignore the scenery around you." Zong Que looked at the water spray path falling on the surface of the water.
The boy squatted there and puffed the water, a drop of crystal water light slipped from his fingers, and those eyes reflected the moonlight, although it looked a little cold, but it was really happy.
However, because of his words, the young man who turned his eyes turned over was covered with a layer of caution and illusory mask: "What?
Zong Que looked back at him, such a straightforward gaze made Joel feel like he was being seen in the bottom of his heart, but at this time, he always felt like he had lost, his gaze looked back,But seeing the pair of eyes that had always been calm, his heart clicked, and he felt that this person seemed to see through something.
Could it be that he showed his stuffing somewhere?
"Your personality should not be so obedient." Zong Que looked at the young man who scratched his fingers in the water.
Joel blinked his eyes slightly, his shoulders lightly relaxed, and his mind quickly thought and whispered: "People who have lost their survival are not qualified to be willful.
Did he prefer a miserable life to a gentle one?
"Always disguise yourself, suppress yourself, force yourself to do things you don't like, and one day you will lose yourself." Zong Que looked at him and said.
Whether he is acting or looking for interest, he wants this person to be happy.
Joel's pupils contracted slightly, and he felt that he was really seen through, not identity, but soul.
He doesn't find it difficult to act with this person, and what he doesn't like is that he has to maintain a character in front of everyone, which occasionally makes him very irritable.
Joel stood up, the water droplets on his fingertips slipped, he looked up at the man in front of him, feeling that he might not be as indifferent as he thought, at least he would not care about what other people thought, but was watching his every move: "Do you care about me?" The
river was rumbling, but the sound of insects seemed to be becoming more and more silent at night, and Zong Que looked at the young man with moonlight under his eyes and replied, "Hmm."
Even if this person changes his life and body, he is special here.
Joel's fingers moved lightly, his lips opened slightly, and his heart was tight when he got the answer, but he did not have the slightest thought of mockery and mischief.
This person's expression was still very calm, but also very serious, there was not a trace of evil thoughts mixed in it, as if he really just wanted to make him happy, nothing more.
Why?
"Go back." Zong Que turned around and said.
"Huh?" Joel was stunned for a moment, and the back of watching him leave stretched out his hand, but his eyes suddenly looked at the jungle in the distance.
The wind in the jungle moved softly, and a figure disappeared in it.
The moonlight was lonely, the originally calm footsteps stopped, Joel looked at the person waiting for him sideways in front of him, while muttering in his heart whether this person would be a legendary love scene master, while trotting two steps and following, walking on the man's side and whispering: "Then if I am willful, will you scold me?"
"It won't." Zong Que said.
Joel gently held his hand, his eyes turned slightly to look at his side face and said: "In fact, I used to be very willful at home, but I knew the taste of being involuntarily, if it weren't for you photographing me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to live safely in this world."
"Whatever your identity, keep yourself." Zong Que listened to his new script and said.
"Listen to Sandy, you like to be real." Joel asked softly.
He had a hunch that this man was willing to give his blood not far off.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"Everyone has a disguised side." Joel said.
If he reveals his true face, this person will surely turn away from him, and there is a saying among human beings that non-my race will have a different heart.
"Indeed." Zong Que said.
Just as he exists in this world as Viscount Eberland, his own origin cannot be said to anyone in this world, so he has no place to say anything about Joel's pleasures.
Joel's eyes moved lightly and swallowed the question that came to his lips.
He hid his identity, and what did this man hide?
He is looking forward to the day when the mystery is uncovered.
When they returned to the manor, the candles in the living room were still lit, and servants were keeping vigil for the night, greeting them as they returned one after the other.
"Rest early." Zong Que opened his doorway.
"Okay, good night master." The boy smiled a little mischievously.
Zong Que glanced at him, surprised that he was not entangled, and went in and brought his own door.
......
The night was as cold as water, and the whole manor was plunged into darkness, and Joel opened his window, pulled the railing of the security window like a cotton rope, got out of it, looked up at the moonlight, and his body shot out and stopped at a treetop in the jungle.
The forest sea was like a tidal wave, rolling under the moonlight, and Joel moved the tip of his nose, where he found the residual breath of vampires.
Extra blood is precious to a bloodclan like him, and vampires are even more coveted.
If it is a vampire who has given a lot of blood from the blood clan, the strength is enough to control reason, and the kind of defective product made by randomly giving two drops of blood, once you smell the blood, you will go crazy, and that guy has obviously discovered here.
Lin Haizhong could not find a trace, Joel returned to the manor and fell into his room, broke the security window back to its original position, clapped his hands to open the door, walked to the next room to drive the door lock inside, and walked in after a gentle click.
There was no moonlight coming in, the room was dark, Joel walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, looking at the corner of the water cup placed at the end of the bed, he had made a mistake last time, this time he was well prepared, and he deliberately waited for many days to relax the guard here, and then sneaked in perfectly.
The man on the bed lay quietly, his breathing did not change, Joel's hand boldly touched the side of his neck, felt the flow of blood there, leaned over his chest, looked at the man's clean jaw and smiled: "The anti-theft window nails are so tight, have you ever thought that I will come in through the door?" The
man on the bed replied with a long breath, and Joel lightly touched his chin and said: "It's all your bad, it's like wood, and let me read with you, and treat me like a thief, it's not fun at all." The
room was quiet, Joel looked at the man's sleeping face quietly, the feeling of a slight tightness in the heart slowly emerged, his eyes moved lightly, gently lowered his head closer, detected the man's warm snort, the heart actually tightened more and more, the lips were gently pasted, and the temperature belonging to the human was transmitted from there.
Joel's Adam's apple swallowed gently, and he could even feel the other party's heartbeat there, filled with the blood qi he liked, which was a completely different human being from the blood race.
Joel got up lightly, touched the position of his heart, and inexplicably exhaled, a little reminiscing about the feeling just now, he lay on the man's heart and smiled: "Rejoice, I didn't come to suck your blood tonight, but to protect you, you and your blood belong to me."
This is what this person said himself, even if he is willful, he will not be angry, and he dares to say such things without seeing his true identity, and I don't know if he will cry bitterly in the future.
"That's it." Joel reached out and pinched his nose, looked at the man's slowly opened mouth because of poor breathing and smiled, pulled the quilt and lay in, like holding a large doll, hands and legs were put up, the tip of the nose rubbed the side of the man's neck with the fastest blood flow, and the rich blood gas directly escaped into the nasal cavity, making Joel's teeth a little itchy.
"You shouldn't notice it if you take a bite." Joel's fangs grew out and rubbed lightly there, but the tips of the teeth rubbed for a long time and did not bite in.
It's not that he doesn't want to bite, but he's afraid that he may not be able to control it when he bites, and then if he sucks too much, he can't end it.
And he, the person who said to protect, took a sip and always felt that he was a little unbelievable.
"The Blood Clan has no credibility in the first place." Joel took the man's hand and pulled it in front of him, looked at the clear knuckles, opened his mouth and bit towards the position of the knuckles of his index finger.
He tasted it, just like humans always have an appetizer before eating a big meal.
However, the teeth were about to bite off, and the sleeping man himself turned over, and Joel's teeth were closed, and his knuckles did not bite, but he hissed when he was pulled into his arms, and found that he had bitten his lower lip.
The cold blood oozed slightly, and the tip of Joel's tongue licked it, where the blood was swept away and the wound had healed, but in the dark environment, he was completely wrapped in human body temperature.
The heartbeat was close at hand, thumping to keep the body alive, Joel's ears moved, and he struggled to raise his head from it, looking at the man's sleeping face and looking closer: "You shouldn't be pretending to sleep, right?"
Without answering, the man didn't even change the rate of his breathing.
"I'm going to suck the blood out of your body." Joel approached, his voice tinged with gloomForest.
Still nothing happens.
"Then I'm going to turn you into a vampire." Joel threatened again.
The breath in the dark room was very long.
"You're such a puzzling human being for the Bloods." Joel hugged his waist, buried his face in his chest, and sniffed the warm blood on his body, "But it's also my favorite human being." Although
this person has a cold personality, he is very clean.
Joel spoke delicately, in good spirits, but did not notice the slow opening of the eyes above his head.
[Thousands of precautions, family thieves are difficult to prevent. 1314 sighed.
[Hmm. Zong Que replied and closed his eyes again.
He could simulate breathing, but he couldn't simulate a person's heartbeat while asleep, and the blood clan in his arms obviously didn't understand this.
The special drug smeared by the mouth of the cup may be a trick for the average person, but he is still not cautious enough.
The blood tribe hugged a little cold, but because of the simulation of some temperature, it did not feel cold, but there was no heartbeat, no breathing, no characteristics of life, but not stiff like a corpse, but like a human touch.
"If I sleep for a long time then, I will definitely take you into a coffin." Joel looked up at the sleeping man, feeling comfortable to hold, "If you don't speak, I'll agree with you."
1314 silently looked at this scene in front of him, and did not know who was comparing dogs.
After the night passed, when Zong Que woke up, the people around him had disappeared, and the quilt on his body was pulled flat, but the sheets next to him still had traces of lying down.
He got up, put everything away, changed into loose clothes, and when he went out, the door next to him opened.
The young man's hair was slightly messy, and he looked over sleepily, and his voice carried a bit of lazy and coquettish taste: "Master, do you want to go out?"
"Well, no hurry to pack up, I'll be back in an hour." Zong Que went downstairs and went out the gate.
His back disappeared, and Joel lay on the fence on the second floor and held his cheeks to watch, and there was still a trace of sleepiness in his blue eyes.
Human health really needs such people to raise it.
The servants were busy below, and Hanny looked at the leisurely teenager below and shouted, "Joel, come down for breakfast." "
Just come." A smile curled at the corner of Joel's lips.
Last night's events made him feel very happy, and it didn't seem to bother him so much to pretend to be friendly with humans.
Zongque's day was the same, after breakfast, he would read the newspaper for a while, and Joel made black tea and put it on the coffee table, standing behind the sofa and leaning into the newspaper.
He fetched the newspaper every day, but he didn't seem to be very interested in seeing it himself, but when he held it in this person's hand, he always wanted to see what was written on it.
Joel's gaze hurriedly swept over the text, and when he was about to see the last paragraph, the man made a move to turn the page, his eyes moved slightly, and he held the man's hand and said, "I haven't finished reading it yet."
Almost all the servants who stayed in the living room looked over with some surprise, and Judy's eyes were even a little frightened.
They watched as Katri expressed intimacy to the master, and the master left indifferently, and then Katri was warned by the butler.
The butler's actions were at the behest of the master, and now Joel's actions were bolder than Cartrix's.
Zong Que raised his eyes to look at the young man standing behind the sofa and said, "Come and see."
Joel's eyes moved lightly, and he asked softly, "Really?"
"Didn't you finish reading?" Zong Que asked.
"I haven't finished reading it." Joel turned the sofa and sat down next to the man, his gaze not falling on the newspaper, but glancing at the astonished gaze of those around him.
It seems that this person is really special to him, but what is the reason for this specialness?
Joel's gaze turned to the man's face, but he met the other party's gaze, only to hear the man calmly speak: "I don't have words on my face."
Joel was very annoyed at that moment how he hadn't sucked him dry last night, so that his mouth could not say such words that made him angry: "I'm distracted."
"Hmm." Zong Que replied, "Where do you see?"
"Here." Joel reached over and clicked at one of the newspapers, "I'll finish reading it soon."
His arm was extremely close, but Zong Que did not stop it, and the servants changed from surprise at the beginning to looking at each other, and then turned a blind eye and went to do the work in hand.
Zong Que drank half a cup of black tea and went upstairs and started his morning work, Joel put away the teacup, boiled hot water and went upstairs, quietly holding his book and sitting aside, but his eyes fell directly on the man who was working seriously.
Zong Que occasionally looked at the completely unscrupulous teenager when he drank water, but he got a bright smile, which seemed to be mixed with a trace of haze.
Zong Que's gaze froze, and the next moment turned back to his work, Joel's fingers gently scratched his book, feeling that the man who still slept peacefully at night made him happier a little happier, and he could let him fiddle at will, instead of focusing only on work like this.
After lunch, Zong Que did not rest, but went directly into the study, and just when Joel felt that he was going to read the lunch book again, the man picked up the book of words that he had flipped through five times in the morning and said, "Is there something you don't understand?"
"Yes." Joel watched the man who sat down walk over, sit on the arm of the sofa and turn the page, "This man is married to a cow and has children."
Zong Que lowered his eyes and looked at the drama mixed with myths and said: "The cow is a god.
"But they also gave birth to cattle." Joel said with a puzzled face, "Can humans be with cows, can they also be with any creature?"
Zong Que looked at the interest in his eyes and said, "Hmm.
Yoel blinked his eyes and said in surprise: "You actually agree?!"
"No matter what kind of creature it is, just recognize it yourself." Zong Que said.
The first time Joel heard such a novel insight, he asked softly, "Then have you ever heard the legend of vampires?" "
I've heard." Zong Que looked at the Blood Clan Dao in front of him.
"Would you be scared if you met them?" Joel asked, staring into his eyes.
"Nope." Zong Que replied.
"Huh? Why? "Aren't humans afraid of blood-sucking species?"
"Being afraid doesn't help, it also makes people lose the ability to think calmly." Zong Que asked, "Why did you suddenly mention this?"
"Just wondering if humans would be with vampires?" Joel laughed, "Doesn't cross-racial love sound romantic." "It's
possible that vampires were originally human, too." Zong Que replied.
Joel opened his mouth but still didn't ask another question, vampires were originally human, but the blood race was not.
The blood tribe stretches to the legendary gods, they are not born to communicate with human feelings, but it is possible to covet beauty on a whim, and this human has a lot of appetite for him.
"Do you still want to read this one?" Zong Que asked.
Joel shook his head slightly: "It feels like there is no real story interesting."
Zong Que got up, took out another book from the shelf, sat back there, and said, "Look at this one, this is a real record of events."
"You accompany me?" Joel looked at his hand turning the pages and said in amazement.
"Hmm." Zong Que looked at the seat next to him and said, "Sit here."
"Hmm." Joel got up slightly and sat beside him, the book was placed in front of him, and the person next to him leaned slightly closer.
The body temperature on his legs was close, and Joel raised his eyes to look at the person close at hand, and the inexplicable feeling began to surge again, he didn't want to suck blood, but he wanted to try the feeling of his lips pressing.
Zong Que's gaze fell from the page to his face, and this time he didn't see any trace of blush: "Read the book."
Joel's gaze was gone, but he didn't want to read now, and his mind was full of how to enter the room tonight.
Just don't pretend to take people back directly! Why should he, a dignified prince of the blood clan, endure?!
"Haven't finished reading the preamble? The man's voice rang in his ears.
Joel's ears twitched, and an idea came to mind as he turned the pages.
His possessions as the master have been favored by the master, and it is time to be washed and sent to bed.