So the rest of the story is all omitted, and a million words or two million words don't really make much sense. Because to be omitted is to be omitted. Since it's omitted, there's no point, but then again. How boring and too boring it is to write a million words for a woman to write about you, can it be said that he even describes every pore detail of the object in detail? What does that have to be......

Then again, most people think that Europeans and Americans have large pores, dense hair, and serious fox odor. That's basically why perfumes are so much in the French Republic – but here, in Paris, the girls I've seen are almost "perfect". Both the body and the skin are all very good. Maybe it's because of spiritual power.

Forget it, it's not too important, is it? And among the girls I came into contact with, the beauty of Robella's skin was overwhelming. Both the soft and lustrous are quite high-quality, especially when I just took a shower at this moment, and there are water droplets hanging on my body, which looks even more delicate...... Well, if you go on and that, you're really going to write a million words. Skip it.

So the next thing is the aftermath.

Because it took so much energy to be in the bathroom, I ended up carrying Robella back to her room. Then he didn't care if there were any bombs or not, and they all squeezed together on her small bed, pulled up the quilt and went to sleep.

"I should have killed you...... You bastard. "After a few hours, I woke up and saw Roberia half-lying beside me, leaning against the wall, looking helpless. Sure enough, a woman's recovery ability is a little stronger than that of a man - but then again, it was me who lifted the hundred pounds at that time, not her, and I was the one who shook my waist most of the time, so this should be taken for granted.

"Are you willing?" I hugged Roberia and said so.

"So...... I should have killed you. Roberia looked even more helpless. In short, we're a couple now...... Or ****? I remember that when I was banging before, Robella was bleeding. I didn't expect a girl like her to be a virgin at all.,It's really surprising - I thought she was pretty casual.。 And even if she is not casual, like a "thief" with such a large amount of exercise, it is natural that the beep membrane will be torn due to strenuous exercise...... Or is this guy ...... Well, it doesn't seem like there is a beep repair surgery these days, so I'm probably thinking too much.

So, this matter can be considered to be over. After I had been with Roberia for a while, the boy seemed to be shy, and pretended to be impatient and ran me away.

And just like that, I went back to the Brummel Mansion. Get ready to catch up on your sleep and stay up late at night to go to the Louvre Museum. It was at this time that a strange man's voice came from the hall - what was going on? Was it a relative or nobleman of the Brummel family? I hadn't heard of it before.

With that thought to myself, I walked in the direction of the hall. When I got there, there was already a maid guarding the door, and when I walked in, I saw a middle-aged man with a one-eyed eye patch sitting there. Talking to Kulishnu.

"This is ......" The one-eyed middle-aged man looked at me and asked suspiciously.

"It's the Norman nobleman who lives here and undertakes a diplomatic mission, Lord Wright of the Baldwin family." Kulishnu immediately introduced.

"Oh, are you General Wright? It's better to be famous than to meet. The other party stood up enthusiastically and shook my hand. At this time, Madame Talepo, the housekeeper, also introduced: "This is His Excellency the Count of Luhue, one of the allies of the House of Brummel, and this time I have come to visit Mademoiselle. ”

"Oh, that's right...... So little to accompany, two, I just came back, I'm already a little tired, please take care of yourself. I nodded, and prepared to leave.

"Ah...... That, Lord Wright...... "Kulishnu was a little surprised, embarrassed and embarrassed to be shy and impatient...... What a lovely guy.

"I'm sorry, but you also have to know how bad that guy's room is, I'm really tired." I said to Kulishnu, and then left the hall and went back to my room. There, Maria was fiddling with a radio. When they saw me come in, they put it away.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say that I shouldn't be involved in this kind of thing? I asked.

"It's because you're not involved that you're putting this with you." Maria explained as she opened my closet and placed the infinity in the dark compartment inside. After cleaning up, he said, "Don't move, it will leave fingerprints, and it won't be easy to do when the time comes." ”

I casually agreed, and then asked, "How did you get into my room?" ”

"Clean up the house."

"What about the maids?"

"They can't clean it up."

"Whatever—what does that man, the Count of Lucieu, mean?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask that." Maria chuckled: "Jealous? ”

"Am I such a superficial man?"

"This has nothing to do with superficiality." "That guy is said to have been one of the candidates for the fiancé of that little princess of yours," said Maria. It's very competitive, the kind that almost gets on the top. But then because of the appearance of someone, it was completely a chance. That's basically it. ”

"Oh...... So why is he here now? "I didn't ask Maria where she got this information. As one of my attachés, and I'm in an unmarried relationship with Kulishnu, it's only right for the Brummels to be measured to avoid the issue - but if they can't get even the slightest bit of gossip, she's not a spy.

"Who knows, maybe it's to relive old dreams." Maria did not miss this opportunity to strike at her rival.

"Yes......" I turned, and went to the window, and saw the so-called earl pounced on a pigeon with a greedy face on the courtyard of the mansion below.

"The taste is truly unique...... Maria, can you beat him here? I asked.

“…… He's ...... Eat that pigeon raw? Maria, who walked to the side, looked at the man and couldn't help frowning.