Walking up to the attic, Tamia pushed the door open with a big grin, muttering in her mouth.

"If you want me to say it's better to go to the office, there is a grocery store at the door, and there is a good manservant."

She paused, then turned her head, "You shouldn't have quarreled with that valet, did you?" ”

Is this a woman's sixth sense?

Oreo replied with a dark face.

“...... No. ”

Tamia smiled.

"Angelyl told me that you have a lot of special fetishes, and it will be a matter of time before that valet can't stand you."

"Not for this reason,"

Oreo waved his hand and sat down in the window seat.

As Tamia walked towards the door, he said in confusion.

"What are you going to do?"

Tamia raised her hand.

"Go buy some food and drinks for the eldest young master."

Hearing this teasing tone, Oreo somehow relaxed slightly.

As Tamia walked out, Oreo slowly slid down against the back of his chair and surveyed the room in a lazy seat.

Perhaps because it was winter, the color of the room had become a little heavier, and the balcony was full of clothes, and there was a crack in the middle, through which the pale sunlight passed and hit the table.

The room was cramped, with little room for a table except for the size of the bed and balcony.

At the end of the table was a row of built-in cabinets, several of which had been opened, and there were stacks of books inside.

Reading these books, Oreo remembered that Tamia seemed to be a nobleman as well, but she seemed unpopular with the family.

Just as he doesn't like people to dig into his past, Oreo has never been in the habit of digging into other people's secrets.

He withdrew his gaze from the bookcase and turned to the other side.

The quilt on the bed was neatly spread, and a corner of it was lifted near the pillow, which was supposed to be used for ventilation.

At the junction of the bedside and the balcony, there is a long and narrow table, which is piled with girls' daily necessities, but ......

Oreo stood up, walked over slowly, and picked up a string of pendants from the small table.

The silver chain passes through the corner of the small conch, the one of which is missing, and it seems to have undergone a failed polish, the used Navoli conch.

Just as he was about to put down the pendant, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Tamia walked in with a handbag, and as soon as she entered, she saw Oreo staring at something with a lewd expression.

Continuing to look down, she saw what Oreo was holding in his hand, and she opened her mouth as if to say something, but finally pouted.

"Hurry up and drink, my mother has to go to work in the afternoon."

Putting down the pendant, Oreo whispered.

"I'll send you a new one next time."

"No, no,"

Tamia replied subconsciously, but after a while she added, "It's okay to send one, but it has to be bigger than that." ”

"Hmm."

Watching as Tamia brought out the appetizers, Oreo walked briskly, opening the bottles of beer he had just bought and piling them on the edge of the table, like a wall guarding the Imperial City.

Reaching for a bottle of beer, Tamia whispered.

"This glass of wine wishes Angelyl all the best."

“......”

Oreo didn't want to talk to her at all, and he clinked glasses with Tamia perfunctorily.

"The show went well."

A bottle of beer was in his stomach, and Oreo's face turned red visibly.

Tamia glanced at him, thinking that people who blushed drank poorly, so she asked tentatively.

"You said you were in a bad mood just now, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Oreo shook his head and reached for a second bottle of beer.

Tamia reached for a bottle as well, and she continued.

"Is it because of Angelil?"

Oreo said exasperatedly.

"Why can't it be that when I'm in a bad mood it's because of Angelyl?"

Tamia shook the bottle.

"Because today is a big day, as Angelille's good friend and former patron, you have to go to see her show anyway, and now you're drinking here...... May I ask what happened between you and Angelyl? ”

"Nothing, like you said, good friends and former customers."

Oreo tilted his head and drank the wine from his glass.

Tamia didn't believe that, she continued.

"I feel like Angelelle is dependent on you."

Hearing this, Oreo's face suddenly sank.

"It's not a little, it's too dependent."

Tamia pursed her lips.

"But she's just acting dependent in front of you, and she's actually a very strong girl, especially when you're not around...... She's very brave. ”

Oreo raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What do you mean?"

Tamia rolled her eyes.

"I mean, Angelelle's style is very much like yours, decisive and very little about taking other people's opinions."

"It's not a good habit,"

Oreo shook his head, "She'll pay for it." ”

Tamia shook her head.

"What about you, what price did you pay?"

“......”

The question choked Oreo, who pondered for a moment before answering.

"I'm a little smarter than Angelil, so I haven't paid the price yet."

"You just don't want to say it."

Tamia said quietly, then poured another gulp into her mouth.

Oreo acquiesced to this, and the two of them were out of topic for a while, so they both focused on drinking and eating.

Although there was a slight drunkenness in her words, Tamia's eyes were bright, and she had been observing Oreo.

According to Angelil, Oreo doesn't seem to have a good amount of alcohol, so his behavior of having to come to his house to drink is very suspicious.

If another man were to test him with such a motive, Tamia would definitely kick him out of Turin, but Oreo would never say anything about himself, so Tamia wanted to see if it was his disguise or if he was really not interested in women.

But is there really a man in this world who is not interested in women?

Thinking of this, Tamia pursed her lips and whispered.

"It's a little hot."

With that, she took off the City Patrol's black trench coat and put it on the back of her chair.

Under the trench coat is a white turtleneck, and Tamiya is a skinny woman, and wearing a white sweater will show a little plump.

Besides, his breasts are not small......

Patting the hem of her clothes, Tamia looked up weakly.

She thought Oreo would have a squinting expression, but what she didn't expect was that Oreo didn't look at herself at all.

Holding a bottle in his left hand, he was staring at the floor with drunken eyes, muttering in his mouth.

"Where the hell do you think he is?"

"Who?"

Confused, Tamia asked, "You mean the murderer who killed Eden?" ”

Oreo ignored him, just repeated.

"Where the hell is it?"

It seems to be completely drunk.

Tamia frowned, she counted the bottles in front of Oreo, there were only four in total, and he was drunk like this with only four bottles of beer?

Tamia rolled her eyes, then grabbed an empty bottle.

"Here, cheers!"

Oreo subconsciously opened a bottle of beer and touched it with Tamia.

"Cheers."

Seeing that he had finished the beer again, Tamia slowly stood up, her hands propped on the table, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice.

"Oreo Pravor, do you think I'm pretty?"

Barely opening his eyes, Oreo looked at the figure in front of him for a moment, then said vaguely.

"Angelyl is the prettiest ...... She must become the Black Queen. ”

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Tamia's mouth froze.

After a while, she sat down, then rubbed her face vigorously and muttered.

"Angelyl is pretty, but you don't have a crush on her...... So how beautiful do you think Atifa is? ”

Seeing that Oreo didn't answer, Tamia stretched out her leg and kicked Oreo.

"Hey, how pretty do you think Atifa is?"

Oreo slumped back in his chair, his legs shrinking subconsciously, muttering in his mouth.

"Atifa isn't pretty at all, she just knows how to wear makeup."

After saying this, Oreo tilted his head, and it seemed that he had fallen asleep completely.

Tamia blinked, her expression complicated.

She wondered if she should let this filthy man pollute her bed.

Eventually, she pursed her lips and threw Oreo onto the bed, and after taking off his coat and boots for him, Tamia sniffed hard.

She expected to smell a foul odor, but strangely, Oreo didn't have that smell.

"Well, forgive me."

Tamia pursed her lips, and Oreo tucked the corners.

She picked up her trench coat from her chair and gave Oreo a reassuring look before pushing the door open.