Jin Ting's back suddenly straightened, and even the arm holding the chopsticks subconsciously tensed his muscles.

He had never been so close to anyone, whether it was the women who had a crush on him, or the hunters who wanted to kill him.

Skin to skin, he could feel the girl's breath gently across his face, like a small fluffy fan, brushing again and again, very light, very itchy, warm and slightly sweet.

There was a touch of softness on his back, which could not be ignored at all, and even with Ding Bao's breath when he spoke, the softness also rose and fell, rubbing his back rhythmically.

For a moment, Jin Ting suspected that the woman behind her was deliberate.

But it was himself who woke her up, and it was he who couldn't catch the meat......

Anyway, he regretted eating this meal a little.

"Okay, that's it, remember?"

What?

Jin Ting came back to his senses, the warm and soft touch on his hand had disappeared, and his back was suddenly empty, and in a daze, Ding Bao had already stood aside.

"Eat, it's not good when it's cold."

Jin Ting pursed her lips, and no matter how you pinch the chopsticks between her fingers, she can't close them freely and separate.

"Smack."

There was a soft thud.

The chopsticks were rudely thrown on the table.

This was the first time that Jin Ting had made such an impolite move, and then he pulled the plate directly in front of him, and the table manners collapsed in an instant.

After eating, Jin Ting silently walked into the kitchen with a plate, and whispered "thank you" to Ding Bao by the way.

Ding Bao sighed and laughed unscrupulously.

Ay...... This damn elegant.

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When the weather is good, a floor-to-ceiling crystal glass facing the gate of the castle looks particularly gorgeous and dreamy.

The intense light shines through the thick glass on the carpet in the living room, which is as dazzling and beautiful as the starry sky in the daytime.

Take a closer look at the ancient castle, simple and heavy, carrying a thousand years of history, a beam and a pillar are full of stories, climbing the wall of the vine, the flowers behind the house, at this time open the door to invite the sun into the house, in an instant, the haze that has accumulated for months has dissipated, leaving only the warm laziness and melancholy.

Ding Bao nestled comfortably in a rocking chair and looked at Jin Ting sitting by the window.

There was a wooden piano there, and when the young man's knuckled fingers fell, the picture was pleasing to the eye, and the sound of the piano was light and smooth, echoing in every corner of the castle.

Ding Bao also studied a little music, and it can be seen that Jin Ting's level is comparable to that of a master.

As the owner of the castle, he is also very generous, but Jinting's life is very boring and monotonous, these days, his only pastime is this old piano, the rest of the time he just sits quietly, just under the window, facing the intricate old patterns and patterns on the window.

Maybe it's because Ding Bao is here, and he has another daily activity, that is, to urge meals regularly.

No, just after eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the young man got up and skillfully walked through the sofa and chair to Ding Bao.

"Ding Bao, it's eleven o'clock."

Looking at him, Ding Bao remembered a cat he once raised, pure white, with a pair of round blue eyes, and obediently circled around her feet every day, while sticky and soft "meow" barking, while hooking her ankles with a long tail, cute and pitiful urging her to feed.