Hans's heart was beating fast, and like many of his peers, he had no resistance to the best butt in Hilltown, and as he walked along the way, he thought that if Viola could put her arm on his shoulder and smile at him, he would be willing to let him live two years less.

The entire floor was empty, and Hans walked lightly to the door of the second room on the left, took a deep breath to adjust his mood, trying to make himself look less excited, and was about to knock on the door, only to find that the door was ajar, leaving a small gap.

After a moment's hesitation, Hans put down his fist, which was about to hit the door panel, held his breath, and quietly pressed his eyes to the crack in the door.

He saw what he had been thinking about day and night.

In the room, Viola took off her heavy dress and slouched back in her chair to take a nap, the sun shining through the curtains on her long golden hair, making her look more feminine and moving.

Leaving the shackles of the long skirt, her proud figure was unabashedly displayed, only a piece of cloth covered the pair of snow-white glutinous balls on her chest, a pair of beautiful and slender thighs leaning on it, every inch of skin on her body was so white and tender, and her delicate face was even more charming, which made people have an impulse to fire all over the sky.

Fifteen-year-old Hans discovered for the first time that in addition to the peerless buttocks, the other parts of this woman were so amorous and exciting.

Hans stared at her reluctantly, first at her chest, then at her legs, and then at a time when she couldn't help but go back and look at her chest again, looking at it again and again, wishing to imprint this scene in her mind forever, and keep it for later.

Holding his breath for so long, Hans accidentally let out a long breath and woke Viola up.

"Who's there!" Viola sat up in shock, grabbed her skirt to cover her body, and nervousness and blush rose on her beautiful face.

Hans stumbled and almost threw the plate in his hand, but fortunately he reacted quickly, hid outside the door and pretended not to see anything, and said, "Miss Viola...... The sausage you want is ready. ”

"Oh. Viola breathed a sigh of relief, glanced down at her body, and then quickly put on her long skirt, gracefully lifted the hem of her skirt to open the door, and smiled coldly at Hans: "Thank you." ”

After saying that, she closed the door, and her glamorous and cold temperament made Hans have to swallow half of her words back.

"My name is ......" Hans twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment when he saw that the people had no intention of talking to him.

But he didn't leave, just stood quietly in front of the door, staring at the brown wooden door in a daze, the scene looming in his mind.

"People say that sherry is sunshine in a bottle. ”

Hans heard Viola talking to himself in the room, saying something he didn't understand, but he seemed to feel an indelible melancholy in Viola's soft voice.

In fact, Viola has been like this since the age of seventeen.

At the age of seventeen, she fell in love with a painter, a poet, a man who longed for dreams and distances, a fugitive from Florence, penniless except for a paintbrush.

That day, she wore a brand-new red dress and went to the town to buy some jewelry for dressing, and the body of a seventeen-year-old girl was already budding and eye-catching. A window opened in the small attic beside the street, and the painter looked downstairs at her and was impressed by her beauty.

He asked, "Can I have the honor of keeping you on the drawing board?"

She smiled, "You'd better draw to my satisfaction." ”

That painting was the most amazing gift she had ever received, and the painter used a pen and five colors to sketch a pretty and lovely girl. The innate romance of the Italians gave Viola an unprecedented experience, and she gradually discovered that the painter was so attractive, that he did not drink heavily or shout, that he liked to read poetry and tell her interesting stories that he had never heard of, and that no matter how sullen she was, he would always be easily amused.

From then on, Viola asked the coachman to take her shopping every few days, and begged the coachman not to tell anyone in the family, after all, she was born into a noble family, and she was born a stunner, and the family hoped that she would marry the earl's son in the future, and would not accept her to have feelings for a poor painter in any case.

However, paper could not contain fire, and the family soon discovered her frustration, and her father, in a fit of rage, used his power to recruit the painter into the barracks, and he died on the battlefield just a month later.

After that, Viola becomes a silent, cold-hearted, rarely communicative woman, whose family is bent on marrying her off, and her suitors work hard, but she is lukewarm to everyone, whether they send gold and silver or exotic treasures.

Today, spied on Viola's beautiful body, Hans felt as if he had become one of many suitors, he was well aware of his humble status, but one had to have a thought.

The love of youth came frigantly and superficially, and the joy of just a glance was enough to become lovesick. When he returned to the kitchen, Hans was so depressed that the chef asked him if he had found Miss Viola, but did not answer, and crouched down in the corner and washed the dishes carelessly.

Dilla nudged him on the shoulder: "Are you obsessed?"

"I may be in love with someone. ”

"Who?"

"Viola. ”

"Poof...... You're crazy, that little goblin, you're going to say you want to touch her ass, how can you ......"

Deira's frivolous words came to an abrupt halt, and he saw anger in Hans's eyes.

"Don't say she's a goblin in the future. ”

Deira: ......

Towards noon, all the dishes and drinks needed for the banquet have been prepared, and the guests are seated one after another, chatting and laughing.

Hans was in charge of serving a table of guests, and after a long time of searching the crowd, he finally saw Viola coming, her hands on the hem of her skirt, revealing her white ankles, which was heart-pounding, and the men thought that her movements were deliberately attracting attention, but in fact she just felt that the floor of the count's house was a little dirty.

She would rather die than marry the earl's son.

As soon as he saw her enter, the earl's eldest son leaned over gracefully, and stretched out his right hand to kiss hers, but she smiled back.

The earl's eldest son smiled dryly, his eyes swept over her tall chest, and he took out a ruby necklace as if he were juggling, and said, "This is what I just brought back from Frankfurt yesterday, and it is said to be the largest ruby in the whole of Frankfurt, and I give it to you." ”

"Thanks, but I already have a necklace. ”

Viola was already a little bored, but as her most loyal suitor, the eldest son of the Count did not give up, and tried every means to please her.

Hans, who was far away, saw this with hostility in his eyes, looked at the wine tray he was holding in his hand, quietly turned his back and spat in one of the glasses, and then walked up to them leisurely, and handed the glass with the saliva to the earl's eldest son, and the other to Viola.

"Thank you. ”

The eldest son of the Earl raised his eyebrows at Viola, clinked his glass, and drank it all in one gulp......