It was already dusk when the carriage stopped at the gate of the manor. The spring sunshine was not that strong, and there was even more cool breeze at dusk.

The carriage stopped, and many servants came out to greet them. The butler opened the door and got out of the car, glanced at the two people who had not yet left, and ordered the servants to move all the luggage inside.

Zongque looked at the man sleeping peacefully next to him and moved his arms. The young man frowned slightly, his eyelashes quivering like butterfly wings, and his emotional voice was filled with impatience: "Burris, I'm sleeping..."

"Who is Burris?" Zongque reminded him, lest he be directly exposed.

The calm and steady voice reached Joel's ears, making his originally chaotic mind suddenly clear. He opened his eyes, his eyes flickered, and he looked at his position, and then at the man sitting next to him, as if he was frightened.

He stood up hurriedly and said, "Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep."

His eyes touched the creases on Zongque's sleeves, his cheeks turned slightly red and he wanted to reach out to straighten them, but he was a little at a loss: "Master... I'm sorry for folding your clothes. I'm really sorry."

Zongque clearly saw the change in his eyes, and said: "It doesn't matter, let's get out of the car."

Joel's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the manor outside the car door and said, "Are we there already? I slept for so long, it's really rude."

"Get off the car." Zongque repeated calmly.

Joel looked at his unchanging expression and felt that his performance was in vain. However, muttering in his heart, he quickly got out of the car and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry."

Zongque got out of the car, looked down at him and said, "Go in."

"Yes." Joel followed behind him.

Zong Que's appearance was enough to attract the attention of the servants, but as soon as he said the words of welcome back, the young man who came in behind Zong Que almost made everyone's eyes brighten.

He was wearing a beautiful flower-collared shirt, and the clusters of flowers on his body were not out of place at all. Although his movements were a bit reserved, the boy was really beautiful, as if he had brought the garden under the sunset into this place.

manor.

"Master, who is this guest?" The servant took the cane from Zongque's hand and asked softly as he looked at the shy young man in front of him.

Zongque glanced back at the young man following him closely, and thought: "Joel, he is my personal servant."

He couldn't stay in Barron City all the time to isolate the vampires behind him. Instead of letting him find ways to get close to him and lose his patience, it would be better to keep him by his side from the beginning.

The other party is interested in him, and he is also interested in the vampires. It coincides with each other.

The expressions of other servants changed slightly. Joel raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him who was giving instructions, his eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you."

Zong Yan glanced at him: "Prepare two dinner."

"Yes." The servants turned around to do their own business.

Zong Yan went upstairs to open the door of his room, and looked at the young man who followed him tightly: "You live next door."

"I just don't know what to do as your personal servant." John looked at the cold and ruthless humans standing in the door, trying to play his own settings.

But the other party obviously not to eat the pitiful set, it is really a difficult man.

Zong Yan looked at him and was thinking about what the blood race could do. In fact, there was no shortage of people around him, and what he needed was just the blood race in front of him. Don't be a demon.

"You can pour water in the water." Zong Yan said.

"Is it only that?" Jor asked suddenly.

He was really surprised. The housekeeper was right. What a person spent a lot of money to buy it would have a picture. Buy him back to pour water to pour water? Will this person not work?

"Well." Zong Yan looked at the young man standing outside the door, "Go back to rest."

The door was brought in front of Jor, and the delicate blood fragrance was completely isolated.

Johr looked at the cold door, and he had begun to understand this person. Normal humans could never do such a thing.

But the prey that he was watching wanted to escape his palm, Johr's fist held it, and did not go to his own room to rest. Instead, he turned to look at the busy servants downstairs.

past.

"Hello, do I can help if I can help?" The teenager's voice sounded from the door, and the busy servants in the kitchen looked at it. When they saw the young man with a shy smile, he watched each other.

At a glance.

"The things here are not tidy." A servant said.

Although the one in front of him was not a guest, he didn't look like a servant. The white and delicate fingers were carefully raised at first glance. The personal servants were very different from them.

"Yes, the things here will stain your clothes." Said another servant.

"Thank you very much for your care, but we are all for the person who serves the master." Johy walked in and laughed at the young maid who was stirring salad.

Where is the coffee machine? "

The teenager stood beside the owner and looked slim, but when the girl was standing beside the girl, there was still a higher head. The beautiful face made the young maid red redly flushed the cheek: "Above the right cabinet, but the hand coffee is very

Standard. "

"Thank you for your reminder." Johr smiled, opened the cabinet and took out the hand -ground coffee machine, picked the coffee beans on the side, and took out some mashed.

Although he rarely eats human food, he still knows the tools of human beings.

Coffee beans were mustered, and then poured into the hand grinding coffee machine and grinded constantly.

The teenagers are doing methodical, and other servants who are preparing for dinner glance at each other. People always have a good opinion of people who work hard, and the teenagers are extremely pleasing to the eye.

When Zong Yan went downstairs, he got on the table for dinner, and after the servant retreat, a cup of hot coffee was placed next to him by the teenager: "Master, please taste my crafts."

The aroma of coffee overflowed. Zongque glanced at the expectant young man next to him, picked up the coffee cup and put it to his lips. He didn't drink it, but he didn't put any sugar or dairy products.

He doesn't have the habit of drinking coffee. The coffee beans prepared at home are often only used to entertain guests. Even if he wants to drink them, he shouldn't drink them at dinner.

But if you don't drink it, people who grind hard are likely to develop some destructive behaviors.

Zongque put down his coffee cup and said to the person next to him: "Eat first."

Joel's expectations were disappointed, but he really didn't want to fill up on human food three times a day: "Master, I just want to eat with everyone."

The servants eat earlier or later, and no one cares how much they eat.

Zongque picked up the chopsticks and said, "It's up to you."

"Thank you." Joel thanked him softly, but he only saw the man eating seriously.

It was as if his beauty was not worth mentioning in front of that light dinner.

What is going on with this human being?! Playing hard to get?

When Zongque was seventy percent full, he picked up the cup of coffee that was not so hot, brought it to his lips and took a sip.

After riding in the car for a day, he was indeed a little tired, but he still had work to do in the evening and he didn't want to break his biological clock, so this cup of coffee was just enough to refresh him.

Joel was full of expectations when he picked up the coffee cup. When he saw the dark and bitter liquid entering his mouth, he was already expecting the man to jump in pain. However, after waiting for a long time, there was no reaction from the man sitting there!

Impossible! He tasted a little of it himself, and it was no different from the bitterness of that pill. He even thickened it, making it even worse than that pill.

Does this person have no sense of taste, so he made the pills so bitter?

Zongque picked up the coffee cup and stood up. He looked at the young man's confused look and said, "What's wrong?"

Joel met his gaze and realized that he had lost his composure. He blushed and said, "Master, I seem to have forgotten to add sugar and milk to the coffee. I'm really sorry!"

"It doesn't matter." Zongque said, picking up the coffee cup and sitting on the sofa.

Joel's expression froze for a moment, and the servant next to him chuckled: "Don't worry, Joel, the master always drinks like this, but he doesn't drink it every day. He prefers water to coffee."

"Thank you very much for the reminder." Joel looked at the servant next to him and said with a red-cheeked smile, "I don't quite understand the master's habits yet."

"It doesn't matter, just correct it in time. The master has a good temper and is very tolerant to honest and serious children." The servant has reached middle age, and his words to Joel are full of guidance and tolerance for the children.

"Thank you." Joel smiled.

Honesty? He never had this trait.

Seriously, he does take this game very seriously, and I hope his "master" will not disappoint him.

Zongque was drinking coffee while reading the latest news in the newspaper.

News in this era is not that fast. Most information sources come from newspapers. In addition to advertising, you can also find many business opportunities that belong to this era.

He looked at it seriously, while Joel waited aside but was a little bored. This man could drink bitter things like coffee at will. Even if he made this man swallow those bitter pills, I'm afraid it wouldn't have any impact on him.

And he was standing next to him, but this person was stingy with giving him a look.

What is the good -looking paper written? Johl found the beginning of the newspaper and read it from there.

There is a matter of love and hate entanglement there. The husband raised his mistress and gave birth to a second child. The power of his wife's family was not weak.

Jeal's seeing is great, human groups are very large, and there are various ways to maintain and continue. Among them, there are always all kinds of interesting stories.

However, he was seeing the place where the mistress designed. The newspaper in front of him was turned over by the man. The story stopped abruptly. Johr scratched his palm and stared at the man's side face and felt that he couldn't perform.

His resentful gaze was almost figurative, but Zong Yan looked up at the boy's doubt and innocent look.

"Master, what do you need?" The teenager asked softly.

"The cup was cleaned well." Zong Yan put down half of the remaining coffee and got upstairs with the newspaper that Johr thought. The sight behind him was particularly resentful.

View.

His script does not know where this time he has played?

Zong Yan closed the door, sat in front of the desk to lit the candlelight, put the newspaper aside, and took the newly sent survey report to see it.

Many things actually do not need to worry about him. Even if the times are backward, there are still many talents available.

But even if there is a royal shelter, he still needs to raise a private army, so that he can really pinch fate in his own hands, and each step requires a lot of money.

The candlelight was on for a long time. When Zong Yan got up and opened the window to look at the night outside the window, the door was knocked out from the outside.

"Please enter." Zong Yan said.

The door was pushed away from the outside, and the teenager stood at the door with a shy smile: "Master, Sandy said that the bath water has been burned."

Zong Yan glanced at the time: "I know."

Johr looked at the man standing by the window gently: "Can I enter your room to help you replace the washing clothes? I promise that I will not move your stuff."

Zong Yan's eyes fell on him, but saw that his eyes shifted slightly and fell on the desk.

The mind of this blood family is actually not very accurate: "Yes."

Johl's eyes were recovered from the newspaper, and the reluctance in his heart was reluctant, respectfully: "Okay."

He turned to leave the study and entered the bedroom of Zongyu. The candlelight was illuminated. The time has passed for a long time.

He remembered that the wardrobes here were all the clothes that were similar to him.

This person really liked the teenager from before. Johr opened the wardrobe, but saw that it was filled with clothes that were completely different from the previous size.

He took out the hanger, but found that it would not be mopped to mop the pants!

After looking for it, I didn't find any clothes in line with him!

Is the last one being expelled after being abandoned? So with his arrival?

Men really like the new creature.

Johr took off his clothes and out of the door after stacking, and Zong Yan's eyes fell at the end of the young man's eyes. He picked up the stack of newspapers and looked at the content above.

Blood clan may need to avoid taboos.

The newspaper was placed back to the original place, and Zong Yan stepped downstairs into the bathroom. There was only the candlelight bright and the hot air inside. When Zong Yan took off his shoes and unbuttoned the shirt, he came from the outside.

. ""

"The master is already inside, let's go in." The maid outside said.

"Okay." Joer smiled and pushed a hot air when he opened the door. He blinked lightly, but saw the man who was unbuttoning the neckline and looked at him.

The men's life is very tall. The intersection of the water vapor and the candlelight is out of his long body shape, and the neckline that appears to the top in the past was unlocked at this time.

Eoul's teeth are difficult to make itchy.

This time it is not just because of appetite.

There are many outstanding appearances among humans, but no one makes him rise this interest.

Blood clan can turn humans into vampires, only need to bite some scars to teeth, and give themselves a little blood, so that humans can have eternal life.

In the past, it wasn't that no mankind begged him to give eternal life and the power of transcendence of human beings at his feet, but he was rejected by him.

Those dirty and greedy souls are indulging in the hope of life, and it is also a pleasure.

But now he wants to make this man a vampire. He has the most seductive blood. After the initial embarrassment, he will always succumb to him. At that time, his face will show such a calm and indifferent expression.

Is it?

Johl's heart was excited because of this idea, so that he couldn't suppress his emotions.

Zong Yan looked at the very excited look of the young man after the water vapor: "Just put the clothes here."

In a word, he returned to Joh's reason. If he sniffed in the air, if there was a fragrance of blood, he felt that he might have been squeezed by the door before, and he would become a vampire without drinking the blood.

The laughter of all blood clan.

Moreover, the character of this person may not be correct, but also likes the old and the old. Maybe the scene in front of him is the deliberately seduce. If he falls in love, this guy is tired of pushing his responsibility to him.

What a harsh human! Fight with his blood race.

Johr's thoughts turned a few times, and stepped forward and put his clothes on the shelf: "Okay, master, then I went out first."

"Well." Zong Yan responded.

Johr looked at his finger stopped and turned around.

The door was closed, Zong Xun thought, walked over and inserted the door, the clear voice passed out, Johr, who was standing outside the door, grinded the roots of the lower teeth.

Does this man think he will break in like a color wolf?

Although he has the idea of ​​first embrace, he will never make such a bad person become a vampire to anger himself.

He didn't close the door in front of the maid, and he closed in front of him!

Don't play too frequently if you want to capture!

No, he is still angry!

When Johr had begun to think about whether or not to attack at night, the maid who was adding a Chai next to him and said: "Johr, you don’t have to wait for the owner to come out, you can take a break for a while."

Johr looked at the ash that was planed out, and squatted down with a smile on the corner of his lips and asked, "Sansi, have you been working here for a long time?"

"Yes, the owner's salary is very high." Sandy looked at the stove and laughed, "And work is very leisurely."

Joel helped her pass the firewood and said, "I already know a little about the master's habits. Do other masters have any taboos?"

"You can rest assured, kid, the master has no other family members, and has always been single." Sandy smiled very gently, "I don't know what kind of mistress will be worthy of the master in the future."

Joel's eyes moved slightly with the light of the fire: "Has the master never had any lovers?"

"The master is the most pure person among the nobles." Sandy whispered, "I have been working in the manor since the master came here. He will not punish the servants easily, but he will not treat those who want to throw themselves into his arms.

I will send it here without hesitation, no matter how beautiful it is."

Joel: "..."

Then why did he spend 300,000 gold coins to buy him?

"The master is really clean and tidy." Joel stood up and said with a smile, turned around and left.

If Sandy didn't notice it, then he really misunderstood it.

The three hundred thousand gold coins were not spent by him, but by the human queen to make up for her lover's fault. The lover was jealous most likely because the queen fell in love with Ai Bolan, and Ai Bolan took a picture of him and could give the queen a rejection.

Secondly, he seemed to have expected that the queen's lover would make things difficult for him, and deliberately raising the price would put the other party in a difficult position. The queen would need to apologize, and he was just a tool in it.

In other words, the other party has no interest in him at all, and he thinks too much about playing hard to get.

Joel stopped and felt that this conjecture was the most reasonable, otherwise there would be no way to explain that so many of his flirtatious glances seemed to be thrown to a blind man.

He turned around silently, put his head against the wall and wanted to bang it. This level of error in judgment was enough to make the Vampires want to dig a crack in the ground to hide themselves in. He was very thin-skinned among the Vampires.

Doctor Abram played a trick on Earl Hand when he was still powerless, and when he could not resist the royal family, he asked the Queen to apologize to him in person.

Such an intelligent human being was not interested in him. Joel scratched the wall with his fingers. The trace of annoyance disappeared and the smile on the corners of his lips rose. Isn't this the fun he dreamed of?

What kind of ending will such a person end up with? Is he unable to withstand the temptation in the middle, or will he be blinded by sex, or make a mistake, or be wandering in war, or lose his own quality under the oppression of power, or it will remain the same for decades.

, or maybe he got everything but wanted eternal life but couldn't get it. Just thinking about it made him feel excited.

If he can always bring him pleasure, maybe he can grant him eternal life when he doesn't want his life to end.

Joel entered the study, picked up the newspaper on the table, hid it in his room, and then went downstairs.

The bathroom door opened, and Zongque looked at the young man standing opposite with a shy smile, feeling that he seemed more excited than before.

[Do you know what is going on in his head?] Zongque asked the system.

This sentimental type may resonate with those who are addicted to acting and have delicate emotions.

[He stole your newspaper and hid it under his pillow.] 1314 made a small report, [It is very likely that he will put it back tomorrow morning when you are not awake.]

Zongque:【……】

He sometimes didn't understand the brain circuitry of the system very well, but he found the reason for this vampire's emotional changes.

Seeing the story, half the page was turned over, no wonder he would not be very happy.

"Master, you came out." Johy looked at the man in front of him and laughed.

Because of taking a bath, the blood aroma on this person was more rich, making him want to bite a taste.

But things can't be overwhelmed. Only with the patience can you capture the best prey.

"Don't you sleep?" Zong Yan walked out of the bathroom and watched the teenager's slightly moving nose and his brighter eyes, knowing that he should be hungry.

"I go to sleep after packing your things." Johr's gentleness, "Master, go to rest first."

"Um." Zong Yan turned upstairs.

Johr tightened his lips, let the tip tooth disappear, and then opened the bathroom and walked in.

Reached out and pulled out the plug of the bathture to put the water out.

Not to mention that it is difficult to take a bite, it is difficult to enter the room.

The sound of the water rushed, Joor rushed to some hands, wiped it to the clothes that was replaced by the pile of clothes and took it up.

Compared with many nobles, this man is very simple and low -key, but this low -key makes him have a charm that other nobles do not have. Not only does he not have those who often do not clean up himself because of the inconvenience of clothes

The taste is not as good as those spices and perfumes. Only the human body wraps the warm taste and the pure blood of blood.

Johr picked up the shirt that looked like adding a little pleated, smelled the faint blood on his nose, and then got together to the nose. It felt more rich than the blood that he smelled on that person.

His cheeks were buried deep in it, and he felt that this dress could also sleep in his room for one night. The door of the bathroom was opened from behind.

Zong Yan looked at the teenager who was buried in his shirt.

[Host, there is a pervert!] 1314 was hit by the most intuitive impact.

Although the kitten is very good -looking, this behavior is likely to be pushed back to the room directly, but he encounters the host!

The moment the pace of Zongzheng stopped, Johr's ears moved lightly, and looked back at the man who stopped at the door. The seventeen or eight covered methods flashed in his mind to disappear, and his head had a moment of stun.

How should he explain it? Or do you not explain that he will take his purpose directly to bring people back! It seems ... too ...

"What are you doing?" Zong Yan asked.

"I checked the odor on the clothes, it seemed to get coffee stains." Johr's mouth was faster than his brain, and said subconsciously, "How did you come back?"

"There is something in your pocket, you have to take it out before cleaning." Zong Yan came back just to prevent him from throwing things in his pocket together.

"Oh, I have a good check." Johr blinked.

"Well, I slept first, you rest early." Zong Yan turned to take the door and went upstairs again.

The man's figure disappeared, Johr looked back at the shirt in front of him, and looked at the door again. He felt that he was covering the past, but he was a bit depressed: "Did you really find it?"

[Host, don't you take your clothes back?] 1314 speculate, [He is likely to sleep with your clothes tonight.]

[Um.] Zong Yan responded, opened his door and walked in.

The blood family was obviously hungry, and seemed to be interested in his blood.

[Huh?] 1314 I found that the host is particularly magnificent this time, [Do you mind?]

[Is the blood of the blood divided into the level of human blood?] Zong Yan didn't answer.

[Yes, the health of the health of the health will be better. If the infection of various diseases will be directly divided into the lowest.] 1314 said, [host your blood is the top level for the blood race ... you must be careful!]

The blood race was obviously not the body of the lord, but it seemed to be the body of the owner, but it was not that body.

Fortunately, the host responded randomly. If it was exposed, the consequences were unimaginable.

Although beauty is important, it is important to life.

[Hmm.] Zongyu should.

The more healthy people are, the greater the attractiveness of the blood race? He is so eager but not directly to get it because the interest of playing is really greater than the blood, or is there any other concerns?

[Is there anything to pay attention to when eating blood?] Zong Yan asked.

Vampires generally do not pick up the taste of blood, and the blood race is obviously picky, so it will divide the level.

1314 Find: [Blood clan will be carried out on the bed for the blood they like. When the other party reaches the climax, it will feel like an influx of throat, and it can also cause the tip of blood to the extreme.

Give your own blood for the first embrace, turn the other party into a vampire.]

[Blood clan not only likes blood with good taste, but also looks good, otherwise, even if it is a special blood, it is just taken out and put it in the cup.]

[The higher the level of blood, the less dependence on the blood, and the prince -level level is completely detached from blood and can survive ...]

The system talked about the characteristics of the blood race. Zong Yan captured the elements and got key news.

The more discerning the taste of the blood race, the more picky the taste, but Johr first appeared at the auction.

Zong Yan looked at the blood vessels on his wrist, and the other party wanted his blood, and he could use this to make the other party a little obedient.

Extra blood should not be limited to the taste. The blood race's absorption of blood should also be different from that of human eating.

Zong Xun thought about the principle, turned off the candlelight and lay on the bed, and entered the sleep steadily.

After Johr cleaned up, he looked at the shirt in the basket and hesitated. He picked up and hugged in his arms and returned to his room.

He was lying on the bed, the nose was the kind of faint blood, and his cheeks were gently stunned, and the whole head was blinded. After a while, he got up and found out the newspaper under the pillow.

I found myself, and then found that the sleeves and the hem have long.

He pulled a few times on his sleeve, his fingers stretched out, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in blood, and then picked up the newspaper and lay on the bed.

See the word above.

And this time no one came to disturb him to finish this story!

The newspaper was repeatedly looked at, and Wan Yan was silent. The young man wrapped in blood was slightly drooping when he was bright, lying on the bed on the side, the tip of his nose was buried in the shirt, and the newspaper was pushed under the bed.

There are many places in the manor of the manor. Even if the servants have already got up to prepare fresh ingredients, the movement is also very light.

Morning run.

When he went back, the sun had just risen. He went into the bathroom to wash away his sweat. When he changed his clothes and sat at the dining table, he didn't see the figure from last night.

The housekeeper was taking back the new day's newspaper, followed his gaze and said, "Master, I'm going to find Joel."

The child is probably not used to the life of a servant. Every time he sleeps after his master's breakfast, once or twice is okay, but it is too long and no one will pamper him all the time.

"No, let him sleep." Zongque used chopsticks to divide the fried eggs on the plate and said, "I will take care of him from now on."

The housekeeper restrains the servants here so that the manor will be in order, but the vampire's sleeping time should be during the day. If there is a conflict between the two parties, the best way is not to let the conflict between each other continue to deepen.

"Okay, Master." The butler thought thoughtfully, put the newspaper on the coffee table, and turned to arrange other people's work.

It seems that the child still attracted the owner's attention.

Zongque had eaten breakfast and was sitting on the sofa as usual to relieve his slight sleepiness after the meal, looking for useful news in the newspaper. However, after resting for half an hour, he still did not see the door upstairs open.

Zongque glanced at the newspaper in his hand, folded it and put it away, got up and went upstairs.

The steps were gentle, and even the sound of pushing the door was very soft. The backlit room was slightly cool and dim, and the person lying on the bed was curled up, still wrapped in his shirt.

Zongque closed the door and approached the bed. The young man lying quietly did not breathe at all. The tip of his nose was slightly buried in his shirt, almost covering half of his face. His hair was soft and scattered. Whether it was the sleeves hugging his arms,

The clothes that covered his buttocks made the curled-up boy a little vulnerable.

Blood clan.

According to legend, they are the bloodline of gods who were punished by God and plunged into darkness forever.

It avoids sunlight, mithril and garlic. It relies on blood to maintain life. It has no breathing, pulse, or blood flow. It is said to be a god, but it is limited by the body. During the day, it will sleep in a coffin, no different from a corpse.

And when it dies, it will turn into ashes under the sun, leaving nothing behind.

Zongque bent down and picked up the newspaper that fell on the ground. There were many creases on it, and it was obvious that it had been read from beginning to end.

Folding the newspaper, Zongque closed the heavy blackout curtains. When the whole room fell into darkness, he saw the vampire on the bed turned over and stretched out his body.

Without a pulse, it is impossible to judge the signs of life. Will the traditional long sleep of the vampire family still carry the previous memories when it wakes up?

If forgetting the past while sleeping is no different from death, will the person who dies and remembers and wakes up again be the same person as before?

Zongque exited the room, covering up the last light in the room, and the whole room fell into extreme darkness.

…

Zongque's day is very fulfilling, and there are many things that he does not need to do personally, but there is always a way to find something to do.

After breakfast, we deal with things in the factory. After lunch, we take a short rest and take a half-hour nap to keep us refreshed in the afternoon. After we wake up, we can make arrangements freely, conduct research in other aspects, or appreciate the craftsmanship unique to this era.

and painting, or reading a book quietly for a while.

The servants would gather together to rest after finishing their work in the morning, drying their bedding, or preparing things for the evening. At this time, the manor was relatively leisurely and quiet.

At dusk, when Zongque went downstairs to prepare for dinner, he saw the young man walking out of the room in a panic. With a little anxiety and disbelief, he hurried to his side and said, "Sorry, Master, I

Overslept."

Joel himself couldn't believe this reason.

None of the servants who overslept slept until dusk and sunset.

The servants waiting nearby were not surprised at the young man's late appearance.

This young man has been different from other servants since he entered this manor. He can dine with his master, have a separate room, his master's pampering, and his outstanding appearance all represent his uniqueness.

It is not uncommon for nobles to like to keep lovers, but the owner of this manor does not like his servants talking too much about his affairs.

"It doesn't matter." Zongque said.

Joel could detect the glances around him. Although there was not much malice in them, he knew that he had messed up. It was a good opportunity to integrate at first, but now everyone will distinguish him from them, and things will change.

It's not fun: "I could have gotten up, but I don't know who closed the curtains in my room. I promise there won't be a next time."

Someone entered his room without him noticing. If he knew who had closed the curtains in his room and caused him to sleep until dusk, he would...

"I pulled it," Zongque said.

Joel was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Why are you doing this?"

Then didn’t he find him sleeping with his shirt in his arms?!

"Your biological clock is a little messed up. Please adjust it in the past few days." Zongque said.

Joel blinked slightly and responded softly: "Yes, thank you."

This step is very good, but what is the reaction that a normal person should have after knowing that he sleeps with his shirt in his arms?

Whether interested or angry, what on earth is this kind of reaction like nothing happened?

Joel felt as if his punch had hit cotton. Ever since he arrived here, everything had not gone according to his script.

Zongque rested as usual after dinner. The new newspaper was unfolded. Joel put warm water in front of him. His eyes fell on the new newspaper and he remembered the culprit of why he fell asleep.

The newspaper seemed to be gone when he woke up.

The new story attracted Joel's attention, but before he could finish reading, the newspaper was about to turn over again. Joel stared at the back of the man's head, but suddenly met the man's sideways gaze, and immediately regained his innocent expression.

He said with a smile: "Master, what do you want?"

"Do you know the characters?" Zongque asked, looking at his rapidly changing expression.

"Know some." Joel said.

"From now on, I'll leave it to you to pick up newspapers and organize the study." Zongque stopped at that page and said.

"Yes." Joel settled his eyes and continued reading his story. This time, he didn't turn another page of the newspaper until he finished reading the story.

It was getting dark and the door of the manor was closed. Zongque stood up and put the folded newspaper in the young man's hand and said: "Don't steal newspapers again in the future."

"Oh..." Joel took the newspaper, turned to look at the man going upstairs, choked, blushed and said, "Hug, I'm sorry..."

The newspaper is not the key, shirt, shirt! Did he see it?

However, even though he had many questions, Zongque never mentioned the shirt.

"So you didn't find it?" Joel grabbed the last petal, sat on the edge of the window and looked at the moonlight, the corners of his red lips slightly raised, and the flower stem fell to the ground. He held on to the edge of the window and went down from there, staying in the main room.

Outside the window where he was lying, he opened the window with a flick of his finger.

As the moonlight shone in, the young man landed lightly, stepped on the carpet, and approached the bed without making any sound.

The man slept very peacefully on the bed, breathing slowly. Because of sleep, even the flow of blood slowed down a lot, but because of the contamination of his breath, there was an extremely strong blood energy lingering here.

Joel sat on the edge of the bed and leaned closer. His eyes fell on the man's face. Apart from the calmness and calmness when he woke up, this man did not seem to be very old, and could even be said to be quite young.

He remembered that the clothes he wore before were similar to this man's current style.

So is it just about growing taller?

Human beings are really a magical species. In just a few years, they can grow to a height that is the envy of vampires.

Joel lowered his head slightly, mentally warning himself to only taste a little bit, but his eyes fell on the man's lips. He was biting his neck as well as his lips, which seemed to have more blood.

Small fangs grew out, and when their lips were about to come close, Joel noticed the change in the man's breathing. When he raised his eyes, his closed eyes had opened some gaps.

Zongque opened his eyes and felt the sound of wind in front of him tightening. The cold moonlight spilled in from the open window. The figure in front of him had disappeared.

He stood up and planned to close the window, but he noticed a gentle movement beside the bed. Thoughts flashed in his eyes, he pulled up the quilt again and lay down.

The bed was breathing heavily, and Joel was lying under the bed with a gloomy look in his eyes. Why did he hide?! But subconsciously he hid!
Chapter completed!