In the simple room, the Shirley maid's long skirt standing in front of Harvey was slightly messy, standing in front of Harvey at a loss, her black hair fell to her forehead, her eyes were red and she looked at Harvey who forced her in, and her left hand unnaturally pinched the apron of the maid's long skirt for fear of being discovered, and quickly let go, and her right hand half-covered her cheek.

Weak and sluggish, this is Shirley's reaction to Harvey.

The atmosphere was silent, Harvey stopped for a moment before walking over, reached out and took off the white maid hat that Shirley was wearing, black hair slid down his fingertips, Harvey looked down at Shirley who was crying like a little flower cat and smiled: "This looks much better." ”

Shirley looked unnatural, looked up at Harvey, and replied in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry." ”

"Why apologize."

"I just need a little time."

"Me too."

Harvey hugged Shirley's willow waist and held her face, reached out and took off the pair of glasses and put them on the desk, Shirley knew what Harvey wanted to do next, took a small step back and shook her head resolutely.

"Master..."

Harvey didn't care so much, lowered his head and kissed the sweet cherry lips, but this time Shirley didn't accept it half-pushed, and tried her best to break free from Harvey's embrace.

Gradually, she stopped struggling, closed her eyes and tears flowed.

Lips parted, she looked at Harvey stubbornly, and muttered with some self-defeating pity: "Master, I don't want to ruin your relationship with Miss Diana..."

"I know, but I don't want to ruin our relationship." Harvey reached out to straighten her hair and smiled, "Let's talk about the illustrations for the new novel, I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I haven't had time to tell you." ”

Shirley didn't want to linger on the topic either, and answered softly.

Her room was simply furnished, with a desk facing the window, a wardrobe, and a bed all that was all Shirley's life, and Shirley sat down at the simple desk, while Harvey stood behind her and put down the manuscript in his hand.

Shirley absentmindedly flips through the manuscript as Harvey helps her analyze the plot and characters of the novel.

Harvey told her in detail about the illustration style required by the novel "Dark Age", and explained in detail the various characters in the novel, from identity to status, personality to environment, words and deeds to connotation and temperament, only all aspects of information can build a complete character illustration.

These illustrations are tied to Harvey's upcoming Hearthstone games, so each one needs to be detailed.

Shirley tries to draw illustrations according to Harvey's instructions, and her focused work seems to make her forget her inner depression.

It was getting dark, and Harvey, who was standing behind Shirley, looked at Shirley's beautiful side face, felt that her emotions had calmed down a lot, and said softly: "Shirley, there is one thing I haven't told you, about the plot of "The Count of Monte Cristo". ”

"What."

"Originally, I planned to shoot the film version of The Count of Monte Cristo as a reunion of Mercetes and the Count of Monte Cristo." This is the ending of the movie version of "The Count of Monte Cristo" on Earth, in a sense, it is indeed a good ending, this choice is like playing a love development game, entering the strategy line of a female character will inevitably require the addition of another, but in the movie version of "The Count of Monte Cristo", Haidai does not have the obsession in the novel, and deliberately downplays the influence of the character.

Shirley shook her head and said, "It's not a good ending, everyone will say that Mercertes is no longer worthy of having the Count of Monte Cristo." ”

"I think so, too."

Shirley's delicate body trembled slightly, and the lines drawn in her hand suddenly became a little messy.

Harvey hugged the warm delicate body from behind and whispered, "But I did like that ending, because I liked the character of Mercetes, even if it wasn't so perfect." At that time, I wondered if I should consider a more perfect ending. Although it doesn't quite correspond to reality. ”

Shirley shook her head, her eyes gloomy, and said: "The Count is not such a selfish person, he won't do this, Mercetes also has a son, although she loves the Count deeply, she is always someone else's wife, how can it be possible to flatter the reader to let the plot of the novel, those truths move people's hearts, the ending that the lord thinks will only make "The Count of Monte Cristo" a mediocre work in the end." ”

Harvey looked at Shirley in some surprise, never thought she would say this, leaned into her ear and whispered: "The Count of Monte Cristo is a noble man, but I am not, The Count of Monte Cristo is a novel written for others to read, and I have a completely different ending in my heart." ”

Shirley leaned against Harvey's face and never spoke, although her feelings for Harvey were dull, she could see through the essence of things at a glance in other aspects.

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In the middle of the night, Shirley packed up her painting tools and took off her rimless glasses, wrapped them in soft cloth and placed them in a conspicuous place on her desk, she went to the window and looked out the window at the dark street scene, only a few houses on both sides of the road were still lit, the faint lights, the buildings of different styles and the depths of the alleys were even more eerie.

She felt a little cold, came to the desk with her hands clenched and sat down, and took out a mirror from the drawer, in which her black hair was very beautiful, but her face was a little haggard.

"Jealous?"

"Shirley" in the mirror showed a seductive chuckle, her brown eyes gradually covered with black, and her eyes were bloody.

Shirley bit her lower lip silently, shook her head, and nodded.

"After taking care of him for so many years, the sins you think you owe to the Adrian family are almost paid off, although it seems to me that the wish you made at that time is unattainable, when will I be able to collect the price." In the mirror, "Shirley"'s white skin turned brown, Yushou put on long black gloves, she held her chin and smiled softly at Shirley in front of the mirror, which was full of charm and gave people a sense of danger.

Shirley shook her head helplessly: "Get married, at least until the day the master gets married." ”

Inside the mirror, "Shirley", who had brown skin, smiled indulgently and beckoned, "Oh, my little sweetheart." You don't have to put the mirror back, your mood fluctuates so much today, I'll look at you, or you'll have nightmares again. ”

"Good night, Lady Devil." Shirley smiled forcefully.

The brown-skinned "Shirley" watched Shirley return to bed until she fell asleep, and smiled softly: "It's really changed a lot." ”

It didn't take long for Shirley's quiet sleeping face to gradually become painful, one hand grabbed the quilt, and a faint cry for help came out of her mouth: "Help me... Don't... Don't experiment... Lady··· Please..."

A wisp of black smoke peeled off her body and floated to the mirror, where she was inhaled by "Shirley" and smiled contentedly, and Shirley fell back asleep in bed.