Calvin stopped his computer, and he listened intently for the gentle tapping—a regular, soft knock on the door, not the way people in this neighborhood would knock. In fact, many times people here don't have to knock on the door to get into another person's apartment.

"Who is it?"

Calvin pushed aside his chair and slowly stood up, he walked to the door, leaned his shoulders on the inside of the door and asked. He didn't look at cat's eyes, and any smart person knows that in this kind of place you had better not look at cat's eyes, and no one likes to be □□ by a twenty-centimeter-long sharp-beaked awl at the moment of looking at a cat's eye - of course, the chances of this kind of thing happening are not high, but no one will let their guard down.

There was silence outside the door for a moment, and just as Calvin was about to pull his gun out, Vicili's whispering voice came in from the other side of the glulam board.

“…… It's me, Virgilli. ”

“……”

Calvin had to take a breath to calm himself down.

He opened the door—only a small slit—and through that slit he glared viciously at the creamy face of the multi-personality patient.

"I warned you—"

"I, I can explain ......"

Vigili weakly raised his hand and made a gesture of surrender. He was wearing a light gray striped suit and cream linen shirt today, with a neatly tied collar and cuffs, and cufflinks embellished with tiny emerald gems flashing when he raised his hand, which would only be ridiculous if it fell on someone else, but it was unexpectedly in line with the soft boy temperament of Virgilli.

Calvin continued to stare at Virgili in silence, whose face was flushed and small beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

“…… In fact, I just 'woke up'. Vigili frowned wistfully, then added, "This 'just now' refers to ten seconds ago—even the person who knocked on the door wasn't me." ”

“……”

"I'm sorry, uh, but there are some peculiarities in my situation...... You know, that, multiple personalities. "Vigilli tried to smile at Calvin, but to no avail," it was Heathtu. ”

He raised his head to meet Calvin's stunned face and said, "The person who knocked on the door just now is actually the same person who came here. But when he heard you walking towards the door, he subconsciously hid because he was too shy, sorry I forgot to mention that they Romanians are quite shy......" Vigili became more and more incoherent.

"You...... No, what the hell does that guy named Histu want to do?"

A minute earlier, Calvin had sworn in his heart that he would never listen to any more explanations from Virgilli: he had found himself letting go of too much tolerance for this stupid rabbit-like young master. But he had to admit that the explanation really didn't keep him from beating up Vigili again—Vigilli's file was on his computer, the precious commodity, the patient who had become a person with multiple personality disorder because of his parents' mental abuse.

Calvin didn't notice that the moment he spoke, his attitude had softened a little.

Vigilli bit the sides of his tongue, slashing so that he wouldn't smile too obviously.

He just felt sorry, he had been bothered by his previous actions. ”

He wasn't wrong about that. ”

Calvin said coldly.

“…… He wants to make up for his mistakes and does what he can for you. ”

At this point, Virgil's words paused, and he lowered his head uneasily, and Calvin followed his gaze towards the ground: at Virgil's feet lay two large brown paper bags, and in the open mouth of the hazel bags could be seen brightly colored fruits and vegetables and some ghetto bottles of unknown origin, and under these things were pressed something, presumably ingredients and the like.

“…… For example...... Prepare a dinner for you, uh, and, clean up or something. ”

Virgili reluctantly finished the sentence, blushing even more from embarrassment.

And the response he got was very simple-

"You can get out. ”

Calvin said roughly, and tried to close the door directly.

Before that, though, Vigilli quickly squeezed the ball of his foot into the crack in the door. The cheap door panel weighed heavily on Virgilli's counterfeit and expensive handmade leather shoe, and he let out a miserable scream (even if it didn't hurt much).

"Whoa...... No...... I can explain!"

Vicili's face was completely huddled together, and he choked with tears in his eyes, and said, "Histu really has no malice, but his way of thinking is really very ...... He's just trying to do something for you......"

"I don't need to. Calvin said with a straight face.

He watched with great disgust as Vicgili looked at that wet look again.

"Please don't refuse him," begged Vicili, "Heathtu is very delicate in his feelings, and if you reject him like that, he will be hurt." ”

The boy stretched out his finger and pointed to his chest.

"I ......"

I don't care if you get hurt or not.

Calvin should have rejected Virgili so callously, but it was clear that he had made a mistake at this moment. His mind raced through Vigilli's past, and it made his heart beat a beat for a very short time. He snapped as he spoke, but it was the pause in his voice that gave Vicgilli the wrong idea—he thought Calvin had agreed to his request, and his beautiful, well-watered eyes suddenly lit up with surprise.

"You're so nice! I think Heath will be happy, my God, he's almost happy...... Crazy...... ......"

Virgilli's eyes suddenly became a little hazy.

Calvin stood there in shock, watching the muscles on his face gradually change. After a few seconds, Vigilli looked back at Calvin - but Calvin could clearly tell that the person standing in front of him was no longer the stupid young master.

That's a very shy, clumsy man.

Calvin looked at Vicili...... Or rather, Histu's face now thinks. He had never imagined that a person's temperament could be so vividly expressed by a face.

Obviously it was exactly the same, but every expression and every look in Heathtu was so simple and kind, with that kind of shy flattery that Calvin didn't know how to deal with.

"Ho-"

Heath smiled and smiled happily at Calvin, his eyes crooked.

Calvin remembered that the other party seemed to be a mute.

Seeing that he had bent down to hold the paper bag full of food in his arms, Calvin's face changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth and stepped out of the way to open the door for the Romanian male nanny who was in Vigilli's body.

"I don't need you to do anything for me, whether it's dinner or cleaning, I don't need that. ”

As Heath ventured briskly into his filthy kitchen, Calvin tried to make a final struggle. However, at this time, Heath only turned his head and showed him that shy smile that pursed his lips again.

The afternoon sun fell on Heathtu's face through the blurred glass window, and the eyes that belonged to Vicili took on a wonderful pale blue-green, and for a moment he didn't even look so much like Vicili - his eyes were gentle, his expression soft, with a lovely, if not feminine, look of genuine concern.

Calvin quickly avoided Histu's gaze, rolling his eyes unhappily where no one was seeing, and at the same time a strong self-spurning welled up in his heart.

What the hell did I trouble myself with again—he heard a voice in his heart muttering in pain.

Calvin then turned himself back to the computer, clicking on his mouse idly, trying to take a closer look at the background information that belonged to Virgilli. But the fact that there was another eccentric in the room made him feel particularly uncomfortable, and he always unconsciously looked up over the computer screen towards Histu, who was very dexterous and skillful, moving between Calvin's living room and the kitchen with ease, rags and other cleaning tools in his hands.

Calvin watched with great horror as he cleared the room with astonishing speed, and it wasn't long before the old apartment was a little startling under Heath's cleaning.

Heathto, who was doing this hard physical labor, enjoyed it, and smiled brightly as soon as he made eye contact with Calvin.

Calvin felt like he was getting goosebumps outside.

True, he did get himself a huge, unprecedented, trouble.

He thought.

After cleaning up the living room, Histu was so happy that he tiptoed back to the kitchen. Calvin heard the rattling of the brown paper bags and the slight thud of something being placed on the table.

"That's enough—you've cleaned up, you don't need to cook dinner anymore!"

Calvin rushed to the kitchen door in horror and shouted.

But apparently his resistance had no effect.

Heath turned around, selectively ignoring Calvin's words, and then proceeded to show Calvin the ingredients he had brought with him with that sweet smile that gave Calvin the creeps.

"Asparagus? oh, no—at least not asparagus—garlic too...... Sorry I really can't accept this...... What is that black thing?? Oh my god I'm really—"

After seeing Heath casually pick up a fresh, fanged stone crab from the sink, Calvin gave up the struggle altogether.

"Well, if you're happy. ”

Calvin said.

He couldn't imagine what he was going to eat tonight: making stone crabs in his shabby kitchen, and for God's sake, he didn't even have a pot.

…… Histo bent down, dug through a brown paper bag, and finally pulled out a black, shiny black iron pot.

Calvin: "......"

To be honest, until the second he sat down at the table, Calvin had no hope of what he would be able to eat. His stomach had been filled with strong regret, and he hated his softness in the previous second.

At the same time, Heath laid a snow-white tablecloth on Calvin's coffee table (the crooked coffee table was also their table today), and he motioned for Calvin to sit down on the couch.

The edge of the coffee table was pressed against Calvin's knee, and Calvin felt stiffer and stiffer.

“…… Actually, I'm not really hungry. ”

He whispered.

Histu narrowed his eyes sweetly.

First on the table was a salad – unlike anything Calvin had eaten before.

The salad on a snow-white bone china plate consists of Italian cucumbers, basil leaves and roasted fresh asparagus, topped with roasted crushed pine nuts and black pepper that give off a wonderfully creamy aroma.

Calvin is definitely not the kind of person who loves organic cucumbers, basil and asparagus, but the salad dressing made with sea salt and olive oil has a surprisingly delicious taste (perhaps due to the right amount of basil and pine nut sauce in it), and the tomatoes are roasted together with the skin until the skin is shriveled and the inside is full of sweet and sour juice and is cut and tossed into the salad for a rich, juicy taste.

Next up is the poached egg, which should only be a breakfast food for Calvin, but if you look closely, it is very different from the regular poached egg.

A slightly deep, shallow dish with milky cheese juice mixed with wonderfully fragrant spices. Fry the sage in butter until crispy, remove and stir in the cheese with freshly ground garlic. Push the quivering poached eggs into the cheese and sprinkle with truffle slices that have been sliced as thin as cicada wings. You can hear the squeaking sound of the butter being poured over the poached egg with the still-hot butter, and a strong aroma rises at the same time. After using a spoon to remove the trembling translucent egg whites, the golden and viscous egg wash slowly gushes out.

And at this time, Heath gave Calvin just the right amount of toast that was baked until golden brown and crispy. Calvin was suspicious and put the half-curdled cheese egg on the toast, and Heath had quietly reached out and drizzled Calvin with the rich Dutch juice.

"Ho ......"

He looked at Calvin expectantly, a series of coarse breath sounds rolling out of his throat, and then he made a gesture for Calvin to eat the toast.

Calvin bit down on the piece of toast with some hesitation, and as he chewed, he could feel the crunchy toast creaking between his teeth, and his tongue was enveloped in the plump taste of cheese and the silky sweetness of eggs, and the aroma of truffles and cheese poured into his brain through his tongue, and finally merged into an amazing delicacy.

The last thing to be served was the stone crab.

Contrary to Calvin's expectations, the stone crab was surprisingly austere, completely dried and baked in rough sea salt. When it is served, the bright red mottled surface of the hot stone crab is left with tiny snow-white salt grains.

Heath went to the kitchen for some time, and when he reappeared at Calvin's side, he had a glass of pale golden white wine in his hand.

"No ......"

Calvin shook his hand at him, he didn't want to be in a stranger...... Or rather, drink in front of a strange personality. But the strange thing is that when he looked at Histu, his inner insistence became fragile again.

I don't know when, it was already dark, and the lights in the room were a little dim, making Histu's eyes look a little dull.

"I really don't ......"

Before Calvin could finish speaking, Heath had already reached out and handed the wine glass to Calvin's hand, he held Calvin's palm in his hand, pinched Calvin's fingers, and stuck them one by one to the cold wine glass.

Calvin felt as if he heard a hoarse gasp, and he was in a trance, and by the time he came to his senses, his tongue was already dipped in luscious wine.

It was much lighter than expected, and the sweet taste was more like some kind of juice than wine, and the thought made Calvin's vague worry fade, though he didn't realize that he was in a slight dizziness.

Heathto's fingertips slowly slid over Calvin's fingers, and he pulled his hand away. He knocked out a crab claw for Calvin and placed it on the plate, the broken shell had been carefully removed, and the snow-white flesh was squeezed out of the red hard shell. There is no sauce, but the crab meat itself is sweet enough - the taste of sea salt has seeped into the white texture when grilled, combined with the sweet taste of the crab itself, and what is even more wonderful is that the crab meat is still juicy after roasting, and the wonderful crab meat has a firm but soft taste because of the mellow juice, and you can taste the distinct taste of the sea in every bite, and the wine prepared by Heath for Calvin makes this delicacy even more distinct and unique.

A light feeling slowly filled Calvin's body, and he slowly ate the food and wine that Heath had prepared for him one bite at a time, a simple smile of pleasure on the corner of his mouth.

Heath had been standing next to Calvin, and he looked deeply at the latter's body—from the pretty jaw to the collarbone, and the thin shoulders, the slender waist......

He always had that gentle, harmless smile on his face.

His pupils, however, took on a deep blue-black—the color of the deepest and darkest part of the icy seabed. 166 Reading Network