BL, MTL | The Squeamish Beauty is Mistaken for a Heartthrob

Chapter 7: Madame afraid of me?

The squeamish beauty mistakenly becomes the heartthrob of Shura Field [Unlimited]
Author: Yu Youmian
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The Duke's Will (7)

　　Lin Yuxing lowered his head to hide his surprise.

　　Little did he know that the housekeeper had a panoramic view of everything and looked at the door that was gradually receding meaningfully.

　　Before the two arrived at the restaurant, suddenly a maid held up her skirt and stopped in front of Lin Yuxing in a panic, "Madam, it's not good."

　　Lin Yuxing's eyelids twitched, "What happened?"

　　Maid: "Master Charles and There was a conflict in the etiquette class, Mr. Swinburne asked you to come over."

　　[Ding - the main mission has been refreshed]
　　[Task 2: Ask the player to supervise Charles' studies. 】

　　A conflict occurred?

　　Lin Yuxing got into the castle's carriage. The carriage was covered with snow-white expensive carpets, which were soft when he stepped on them.

　　He stared at his feet in trance. How could Charles actually have a conflict with others?

　　In the plot introduction, Charles' character is reclusive. Because no one cares about him, he ends up being wronged and turned into a black man.

　　Now, you actually have conflicts with people?

　　Lin Yuxing was vaguely aware that the plot seemed to have changed, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a flash of black -

　　that black was extremely conspicuous on the pure white carpet. He raised his feet and saw a black hair stuck to the sole of his shoe.

　　He picked up his hair and asked doubtfully, "Is my hair already this long?"

　　Apart from him, Charles and Bartholomew, there were no other black-haired people in the castle.

　　Doubts flashed past, just as the carriage stopped at the entrance of the college. As soon as Lin Yuxing got off the carriage, someone led him to the living room.

　　Before he entered, he heard the sound of arguing inside. Then a look with a strong sense of presence came over.

　　The man was tall and had handsome features. He raised his thin eyelids and glanced at him.

　　"Don't think about it."

　　008: [Swinburne Claude, etiquette teacher at the college. ]

　　His voice was cold, just like himself. Not Bartholomew's kind of indifference that ignores life and violates moral sense, but indifference from the bottom of his heart.

　　"Madam, please sit down."

　　Swinburne nodded and motioned to Lin Yuxing.

　　Another person in the living room saw that there was no room for return and left angrily.

　　Lin Yuxing sat on the reception chair, holding the tea poured by Swinburne, and resting on his toes.

　　Swinburne saw his reaction clearly, "Madam, are you afraid of me?"

　　"No, no."

　　Lin Yuxing's hand holding the porcelain cup trembled, and the fingers clasped on the porcelain cup were pink. The crow-feather-like eyelashes were trembling constantly, and he looked like a child who had never told a lie.