"Why?" he asked.
"It's a secret," she said.
"How long do we have to walk?" She seemed a little tired and couldn't help asking.
"It will be there soon." The butler answered, estimating the distance.
"It's so far." She couldn't help but sigh.
In fact, they had just walked out of the banquet hall not long ago, and when they turned around, they could still see the spire of the castle in the night.
It’s just that Yu Huan was wearing a large, heavy skirt today and had drunk some wine, so her head felt dizzy and she walked in a zigzag manner. It took more energy than usual and she felt more tired than usual.
Although she was holding his hand, her voice was getting lower and lower, weaker.
Finally, she stood there, looking at the endless darkness, and whispered, "I can't walk anymore."
Not only that, the trance brought by the alcohol also made her feel sleepy and want to sleep.
But this is only half the journey.
Half a minute later, she lay on the butler, resting her forehead on his broad shoulders, and closed her eyes in relaxation.
The intricate and beautiful skirt spread out over the butler's dull vest and trousers, like a beautiful flower blooming on hard stone.
.
I don’t know if it was because someone slowed down or if the road was really long, but it took a long time before I finally got back to the castle.
Yu Huan didn't fall asleep at all.
Although the housekeeper walked steadily, the ups and downs of her steps still caused her to bump her forehead from time to time.
So she just closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Occasionally, the wind blew by, and gradually, most of the drunkenness dissipated.
As the housekeeper carried her up the stairs, ready to take her back to her bedroom, she spoke with a hint of doubt: "Casper."
It's a normal tone, no longer saying anything with a soft ending like melted ice cream, sweet and sticky, acting coquettishly anytime and anywhere.
"Are you awake?" the butler asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Although she admitted it, Yu Huan still had no intention of getting off him. She just raised her head and took a look at the furnishings in the castle. She realized that this was already her territory, and still enslaved the butler to carry her upstairs.
She wants to be a very bad young lady.
"You carried me back?" she asked the obvious question.
The butler seemed to have remembered something. He was silent for two seconds and replied in a low voice: "You asked for it."
The moonlight was hazy, and she looked at him without blinking and said she wanted to hug him.
Yu Huan imagined himself giving orders to him in a domineering manner, and was proud of how majestic he was even after drinking.
"Prince Andrea said that Huo Xian will be sent over tomorrow." The butler reported on his work results.
"Okay." She nodded and said nothing more.
The butler watched her face, observing the changes in her expression.
He was actually very good at reading her mind, and at this point, he could tell that she didn't care about that human as much as she acted.
Even though this matter had been confirmed long before, he would still uncontrollably confirm it repeatedly to feel a little relieved.
Maybe it's out of curiosity, or maybe just out of pure desire to have something fun.
However, the identities of all humans here are blood slaves who provide blood, and Ethan can use blood to seduce her.
So, are you interested in fresh blood?
"When I got back, you were trying to bite Ethan's neck," he whispered.
Yu Huan sat on the edge of the bed and only remembered this matter after a while.
She was only a few seconds late in speaking, but the housekeeper seemed to have been waiting for a whole year.
"Oh." She said casually, "I just want to taste the taste of blood. He said that the most delicious blood in the world is fresh blood..."
"Actually, the taste won't be that different." The butler whispered.
"Have you ever drunk it?" Yu Huan asked with great interest.
"No." The butler said simply, "It is mentioned in ancient books."
Yu Huan was quiet for a while, then said unreasonably, "Then I just want to drink."
"Drink mine." The butler responded quite quickly, almost eagerly. He realized his own gaffe, but after coming to his senses he still did not retract his words.
Yu Huan looked at him in surprise.
"Let me do it, okay?" He looked at her without avoiding her.
Yu Huan nodded.
What's the big deal? It doesn't matter whose drink it is. It's not her who got bitten anyway.
Then, Yu Huan was the only one left in the room.
She listened to the sound of running water outside in a daze and sighed. The housekeeper's mysophobia was too serious. He actually went to wash his hands at this time.
Yu Huan threw himself onto the bed.
Whether a vampire sleeps on a bed or a board is entirely up to their preference. For example, Augustusge sleeps in a relatively traditional coffin during his dormant period.
But Yu Huan couldn't stand the narrow and uncomfortable touch, so he didn't even try it.
When she was a child, whenever August had the idea of putting her in a coffin, she would burst into tears, and her tears would wet August's hands.
August, who became a father for the first time, was heartbroken by the crying of the baby in his arms. He was panicked and at a loss as to what to do.
She didn't stop crying until she was put on the bed with soft bedding.
The regular sound of footsteps interrupted Yu Huan's memories. She sat up and watched the housekeeper walk step by step to her bedside.
"Where do you want to bite?" he asked, looking down.
You have already washed your hands, but you still ask such questions.
Yu Huan leaned back slightly, raised his chin, and his eyes lingered on the butler's neck.
The housekeeper always wears black and white, and only occasionally when it is her birthday or something worth celebrating will she change into a more fitted tuxedo.
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