Song Jin looked at the "corpse" that had fallen in front of him, put his fist to his lips, and coughed lightly, then raised his eyes quite embarrassedly, and said sincerely, "... It was actually an accident, I don't usually do this, or ...... Let me try again? ”

The smile on the butler's lips was now gone, and he didn't reply, only locked up all the flour with a blank face, as a way to express his "respect" for her extraordinary cooking skills.

At the same time, he was telling her.

Want to try again?

Dream!

Song Jin, who was seriously injured in his heart, was then called out by Lance.

"So what about this?" Before leaving, Song Jin pointed to the remaining pastries.

After the housekeeper saw what she was pointing at, his expression stiffened visibly for a moment, and then he said indifferently: "Get out quickly, the young master is calling you." ”

Song Jin let out an "oh", obviously still not giving up, and leaned at the doorway, "Are you sure you don't want to try?" Maybe you vampires will find it delicious! ”

"No, Miss Song Jin, we really want to live a few more years, if you are worried about waste, I can ask the dog if he eats it."

The housekeeper said seriously with a straight look.

“......”

Song Jin, who was stabbed in the heart again, silently left the kitchen, and at the moment she left, the kitchen door behind her "snapped" and closed tightly.

Song Jin: "......" Oh, people's hearts are so indifferent.

When she staggered out, Lance had fallen asleep on the couch.

The long eyelashes covered the cold and murderous red eyes. Go to a little unattainable sharpness, his skin is very pale, but the color of his lips is extremely bright, and when he leans there, he looks like a beautiful boy in a comic.

Just as werewolves turn back into irritable and irrational wolves when they meet the full moon, vampires usually have a period of extreme weakness.

And Lance, apparently, was already in this weak time.

If it is said that the normal Lance has a five-star dark value, then now he only has three stars at most.

Just as the system was desperately screaming for her to take people down now, Lance had already opened his eyes.

Song Jin cautiously took two steps back.

Under his faint gaze, she felt that it was necessary to explain again, "I really didn't want to kill you, in fact, I didn't expect them to be so unappreciative... Yes......! ”

Before the words fell, she was pulled into his arms, and Song Jin finally stabilized her figure, but saw that the young man fell asleep with his eyes closed again.

She called a few times and he didn't answer, but the housekeeper came out, frowned and told her not to speak, saying that it was their young master who finally fell asleep.

"That's right, Miss Song."

The housekeeper's voice was very low, and seeing that Lance was sleeping soundly with Song Jin in his arms, and he didn't mean to be disturbed, he maintained this volume and explained softly, "Our young master has never slept well, and he can barely fall asleep only by holding stuffed things in his hands." That's probably what you humans call plush control. ”

Song Jin's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he became angry, but he also lowered his voice, "But I'm not a doll." ”

The housekeeper picked up the fluffy Hera kitten and smiled slightly, "Plush things don't just refer to dolls, it's also possible to have hairy animals." ”

Hera meowed obediently at the round-eyed Song Jin, obviously agreeing.

Song Jin glanced at Hera, who was covered in hair, then looked down at her bare arm, and then said expressionlessly, "But I don't have any hair on my body, so I shouldn't be a stuffy thing, right?" ”

"Well, that makes sense," the butler touched his chin and looked at her with sincerity, "Maybe you look more like an orangutan?" ”