Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

5.6 - Kou Qiu: Just because of a joke?

　　"But if I finish it, I would like to ask the young master for a supreme reward."

　　Kou Qiu saw a firm and undisguised light in his eyes.

　　Kou Qiu's hand rested on the opponent's hand, and a slowly unfolding cloak was put on his shoulders, tightly covering his body. He was silent for a moment, then raised his head, looked at the other person and said softly: "Are you sure?"

　　The young man nodded respectfully without any sign of retreat.

　　This is a statement that even sounds ridiculous. If it were someone else, he would definitely be scolded, or even said to be bewitched by the witch's witchcraft. How could he, a little servant, stand up to a favored Viscount like Heron? But Xavier had a strange illusion that his young master would not suspect anything.

　　To a certain extent, their souls can be said to depend on each other and support each other. Even if the gap in the eyes of the world is huge, he will not hesitate to entrust his wealth and life in the hands of the other person.

　　This realization was obviously ridiculous, but Xavier still wanted to take a gamble.

　　His master really didn't utter any questioning words, he just pursed his lips and whispered: "Be careful."

　　Xavier felt joyful in his heart.

　　He whispered: "Yes."

　　The young man bowed and watched Kou Qiu get into the car. Kou Qiu lifted the curtain, and his platinum curly hair also shone in the night, like tiny bits of sunlight that had been converged into one place, "I must see you again before the early hours of the morning."

　　A smile quickly flashed across Xavier's lips and he bent down.

　　The door of the carriage was slowly closed, and the driver waved the delicate whip in his hand, and disappeared into the velvet dusk in the blink of an eye. The young man stood there and watched the carriage disappear, then slowly straightened his sleeves.

　　"So," he murmured, "where to begin?"

　　In the eyes of the nobles, these lower-class people are nothing more than ants.

　　But few people remember that even ants that are weak and can be trampled on at will are enough to bite people to death when gathered into a group.

　　He walked slowly along the street, a deep smile always hanging on his lips.

　　It was not until the third watch that Dolores came back from the dance after having so much fun. She drank a lot of wine, and her cheeks were burned brightly, making her look even more delicate. Seeing her nephew reading quietly in the study, she shook the fan in her hand and simply knocked Kou Qiu on the head, pulling out the book in his hand.

　　Kou Qiu was immersed in the happiness of being satisfied in the spiritual world, and was suddenly pulled away from the source of happiness. He immediately raised his head: "Aunt!"

　　"Little Yuri," Dolores said drunkenly, "you are also nineteen this year..."

　　Kou Qiu rubbed the center of his brow helplessly and motioned for the maid behind him to come forward and sit her down in the chair. Dolores, who finally sat down, was completely unaware. She was still crossing her legs coquettishly and laughing. After a while, she suddenly started talking again and said, "What do you think of Ellen?" ?"

　　Kou Qiu had already forgotten all about the young lady he met at the dance, but he was stunned: "Which Ellen?"

　　"Who else could it be?" Delores's dark green eyes seemed to be half-open, and she tapped him with her green-white fingertips, "Ellen Asden."