Chapter 91: Embarrassed They Were Seen
"Very much." Seville was not calm, and his voice was a little shaky when he answered. He had tried his best to control himself from swallowing.
"You were so brave before, why are you shaking like this now?" Darien laughed, finally feeling like he had the upper hand.
"Your initiative and mine are two different things." Sewell said seriously, "I'm glad you asked me, are you really willing to give me a kiss?"
"Okay." Darien's voice was muffled in his throat, his face turned to the side.
He didn't want Sevier to see his face, but he completely exposed his neck and ears, and the light pink color was shining brightly in front of Sevier's eyes.
It's so cute.
Darien was very nervous and his hearing became extremely sensitive. He could clearly hear the sound of Sewell's approaching footsteps and the rustling sound of grass stems being crushed under his shoes.
One step, two steps, three steps... Sewell stood beside him, a little too close, and his warm breath hit the side of his neck, causing his exposed skin to tremble.
"You are so beautiful." Sewell leaned in his ear and talked more passionately.
"Shut up." Darien's cheeks flushed, and he glared at him fiercely. "Come here, hurry up."
"Okay, master." Seville laughed, and his smile looked like he wanted to slap someone.
"Close your eyes." Darien grabbed his collar fiercely.
"Okay, master." Seville still smiled, but closed his eyes obediently.
Darien looked at Sewell's lips so close to him, his eyes widened, then he leaned forward and touched them gently.
This was their third kiss, apart from the countless kisses that had happened in the illusion.
The first time was a hazy kiss of amnesia, the second time was a kiss and then goodbye when my head was hot and my memory was restored, and the third time is now.
It didn't happen so suddenly, and it was also expected. Darien felt his lips touching Savior's lips, which were a little soft and a little cold, like touching a ball of jelly.
Did Seville feel the same as he did? With a little curiosity, he gently bit Seville's lower lip.
He immediately heard Sevier's soft gasp, so he licked the bite mark gently, and Sevier moved even more.
Darien found it a bit amusing, so he took another bite, a lighter one this time.
Seville was very upset. He was being kissed and bitten so actively by the person he liked. His lips were so soft, his breath was so warm, and he felt the wet tip of his tongue... His nose was filled with the scent of Darien, the fragrance of grass and trees, and a bit like the warm smell of being buried in a cat's belly in winter.
Darien nibbled and bitten Seville's lips as if he had found a fun teething toy, making them swollen and red.
Finally, Seville couldn't stand his biting anymore, opened his eyes, leaned over and deepened the kiss that only stayed on the surface.
Darien's already large eyes widened even wider, and his mouth opened slightly in surprise, making it easier for Seville to invade.
Their lips and teeth intertwined, going deeper and deeper, their breaths blending together, like two entwined grape vines, drinking the sweet rain together will produce the sweetest grapes.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! You! You!" Mrs. Fitch screamed like a chicken with a chestnut stuck in its throat, and could only relieve the shock by crowing.
The scream made the vine of love wither immediately. Darien immediately wanted to run away and find a place to hide, but Sevier reacted faster than him. He hugged one side of his body and immediately hid him behind him.
"Mrs. Fitch, how's your lunch today? Would you mind adding an eggplant Parmesan?" Sewell said calmly with a bite mark on his lip.
Darien hid behind him and pinched his waist wildly. He wanted to dig a hole, throw Sevier in and bury him, then dig another hole and bury himself in it.
How shameful and disgraceful! And so imprudent!
"Okay! Okay! I'll go right away!" Mrs. Fitch clumsily pushed the door open and went back into the kitchen.
"Sevier! You're dead!" Darien came out from behind Sevier, his face turning a beautiful sunset color due to embarrassment.
"It's my fault. I'm sorry, my dear master." Seville lowered his head obediently and accepted the scolding. He even stretched his face a little further so that he could be slapped at any time.
"Forget it, I don't want to see you now, and I don't want to eat lunch. I want... I want to go back to my room and sleep. No one is allowed to come to me." Darien pushed him away and walked out with his neck stiff.
"Dear master, you should go this way to return to your room." Seville called him and pointed in the opposite direction.
"No need for you to remind me!" Darien puffed out his breath and walked into the house.
Darien was so embarrassed that he immediately wrapped himself in the quilt as soon as he returned to the room. Not only his face, but his entire body felt warming up. The weather in the Stemino Plain was obviously not hot at all, but he felt as if he was being roasted by charcoal fire on a rock slab, tossing and turning.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Fitch was busy making noodles.
"Honey, isn't there a bit too much flour?" Fitch said, looking at the bowl of noodles that was about to overflow.
"Really? Oh my God, where did all this flour come from? What on earth have I done? I should stop and slow down." Mrs. Fitch lowered her head and saw the pale yellow dough overflowing from the basin.
All this dough should be enough for twenty people if made into noodles. She was thinking about something and accidentally put a lot of it in.
Mrs. Fitch hurriedly collected the dough. The excess could be made into noodles and dried, and the taste would be similar.
While she was cleaning, she looked out the window. There was nothing to be seen. Darien and Sevier were not there, even the donkey was gone.
What's going on with them? Are they secretly dating? Oh my god! She's stumbled into a huge secret! They probably don't want to be known, so she has to keep it a secret for them!
"Honey, you put too much butter and sugar," Fitch reminded her again.
"Oh my God! I must be sick, otherwise why did I keep making mistakes today!" Mrs. Fitch quickly covered it up.
Darien was still curled up in the quilt, and his breathing was so rapid that the quilt became very hot. After a while, he raised his head and his eyes darted around in the dark room.
What about Seville? He just casually said he didn't want to see him, but he wouldn't really not come to see him, right?
He was really angry now! Damn crows! He hated crows the most!
Seville was not in the farmhouse. He took his donkey to a nearby village where there was a mill. It was the wheat harvest season, and white flour was flying in the mill. A lot of wheat was waiting to be ground.
A young and strong donkey would be perfect for this village.
Seville handed the donkey over to the mill and told the villagers that the price of using the donkey to grind two bags of flour was 1 copper coin. When the donkey earned 31 silver coins and 17 copper coins, the donkey would disappear on its own.
When Sevier returned to the farmhouse, Darien had already fallen asleep in the room. He was exhausted from rolling around. He secretly cursed Sevier for a while, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"I love you, Darien." Sewell sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Darien's sleeping face for a long time. Before he woke up, he gently touched his face, tucked him in, and then went to the kitchen.
There were lots of noodles and lemon cream donuts in the kitchen, and almost all the dishes were made in super large portions. It seemed that Mrs. Fitch was also in a very uneasy mood.
When Darien woke up, he felt extremely hungry and smelled the sweet and sour smell of bread.
"Sevier?" He subconsciously called Sevier's name.
Seville is there most of the time, and even if he is not, he will appear in front of him as long as he calls him.
"You're awake. Would you like some lemon cream bread first?" Sewell got up from the sofa.
"Yes. Where have you been?" Darien sat up in bed.
"I took the donkey to a nearby village and rented it out to the villagers. I should be able to get the compensation back soon," Sevier replied.
Darien got out of bed and Sewell knelt on one knee beside the bed and put on his slippers.
It was a little too considerate, and Darien wanted to just stomp on his chest and make him act normal.
"In addition to bread, there are noodles and eggplant with Parmesan cheese. The lamb hasn't been roasted yet. Do you want to go downstairs or eat it here?" Sewell put down his ankle and raised his head and said.
"I don't want to go down there. I don't want to see Mrs. Fitch. It's so embarrassing." The last sentence was mumbled out of his throat. Darien was still embarrassed by what happened in the morning.
"Please eat the bread first. Mrs. Fitch is not in the kitchen now. She and Fitch went to the nearby winery and should be back in the evening," said Sewell.
"Hmm." Darien chewed the bread and responded casually twice to show that he understood.
The lemon cream filling was refreshing and sweet and sour, but the bread outside tasted strange. The butter tasted a bit strong, sweet and salty, as if the sugar and salt shakers were accidentally knocked over.
Darien ate only one and asked Sewell to go to the kitchen to make him noodles and roast lamb.
This time the kitchen curtains were drawn and both doors were locked, so no one would suddenly come in and disturb them.
Darien sat at the table drinking a glass of lavender lemonade. In the small ceramic jar on the table were a few wild flowers brought back from the foot of the mountains. After absorbing the water, they bloomed more brightly. He poked their petals from time to time.
Seville, who was sitting opposite him, had taken off his coat and was only wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up. The apron strings were tied neatly around his waist, and looking down, he could see his perky buttocks.
This is seduction, right? Darien thought to himself.
She was cooking noodles in the pot with her back to him, but she was making so many small movements. Her rolled-up sleeves revealed her muscular forearms, and the knot of the apron on her back accentuated her body proportions even more perfectly...
This is seduction!
Darien stopped poking at the petals, walked over with the lavender lemonade in his hand, and slapped Sewell hard on the butt.
"Snap!" A loud sound.
Darien stopped fanning her, put the cup down, and took a piece of spicy sausage.
Sewell paused stirring the noodles, his expression becoming odd. After a pause, he said, "Why did you do that?"
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