After Ansel went downstairs to eat, the maid began to clean up the table.

Ansel took the warm tea for a walk outside, and in winter the manor was very bleak, with no ever-blooming roses or roses climbing on the fence, only the cobblestone paths that crisscrossed the manor and made it look like a labyrinth.

Wen Cha followed behind Ansel, walking along the path until he had walked through the rose garden, and then Ansel stopped, turned around, and raised an eyebrow at the panting girl.

"Your physique is terrible too." He said dissatisfied.

Wen Cha breathed a sigh of relief and said intermittently, "I'm sorry, please forgive me for being rude." ”

Anse El frowned, "Don't you have anything else to say but apologize and feel rude?" ”

Wen Cha: "...... excuse me?"

Ansel: "......"

He walked up to Wen Cha and lifted Wen Cha from the ground like a quail, holding her neckline with one hand and her slender waist with the other.

"Lean on me and rest for a while." He said with a pale face.

When Wen Cha heard this, she was so frightened that her toes curled up.

This man can't be taken away, right?

Sensing her stiffness, Anse El stared down at her, "Something?" ”

Warm tea: "......" is there, and it's still big.

"Thank you, I'm fine now." She reached out against Ansel's chest, determined not to give in.

"Are you sure?" Anse El glanced suspiciously at her limp legs.

"Of course," Wen Cha said firmly, "I will stand very straight, please trust me." ”

Anse Ayr paused for a moment, seeing that she didn't look like she was lying, he slowly let go of his hand and admonished, "I'm not feeling well, you must tell me." ”

"Yes, sir."

The moment he moved his head, Wen Cha quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a serious suspicion that Lord Viscount has taken the wrong medicine recently.

After a pause of about a quarter of an hour, Anse El turned back and said to Wencha, "Let's go back." ”

He stretched out his hand and motioned for Wen Cha to take the initiative to put his hand in his palm, Wen Cha was embarrassed, and said earnestly again: "I can go by myself, please believe me."

Seeing her stubborn look, Ansel snorted angrily, turned around and left.

Did she think he wanted to hold her hand? Scold!

Wen Cha quietly followed behind him, silently closing the distance.

Last night, she thought that Ansel might be in her right mind and was messing around, and she would be fine today.

But today, he seems to be sicker.

Wen Cha felt an inexplicable crisis of discipline.

After returning to the castle, Ansel entered the study without saying a word, Wen Cha stood at the door and hesitated whether to enter, the young viscount, an eye knife flung over, "What are you still standing there for?" When a sculpture? ”

Wen Cha hesitantly walked up to him, and Ansel took a book and threw it to her, lay down on the chair by the study window, and said, "Read it to me."

After a winter of teaching by Ansel, Wen Cha now knows a lot of words, and she can recognize them when she usually reads books or something, as long as it is not an obscure word.

What Ansère gave her was a romance of Western love, about the beautiful relationship between a beautiful aristocratic lady and a gentleman.

Wen Cha started reading from the first page, her voice was as beautiful as a lark in spring, with the crispness and cleanliness of a girl, listening to her ears, it seemed to have a unique texture.

Ansel did not fall asleep, he squinted his eyes and quietly looked at her face, only to find that her eyebrows were beautiful, her eyelashes were fine and slender and slightly curled, the bridge of her nose was not very high, but the tip of her nose was very upturned and very cute, and her mouth, not big or small, ruddy in color, without a little powder, but it attracted his eyes like a spring rose.

Of course, what he likes the most is her eyes, with round pupils, upturned corners, and a clear and bright color like a lake that has rained, which is so beautiful that people take their breath away.

It was from these eyes that he noticed her.

Anse El looked at her for a long time, until her voice was a little hoarse, and then he woke up from a dream and handed her the teacup that was at his side.

"Drink some water."

Wen Cha looked at the teacup he had drunk, resisted the thought of beating people, and said, "Thank you, I'm not thirsty."

Ansel's eyes, which were still looking up, suddenly fell, and he waved his hand irritably, "I don't listen." ”

Wen Cha put down the book as kindly, and he said, "I'm going to lie here and sleep, and you watch me sleep." ”

Warm tea: "......"

Maybe it was because he really didn't get enough sleep last night, Ansel fell asleep in just a moment, he slept very well, his hands folded under his chest, his face was calm and calm, not as strict and serious as usual, his breathing was also very light, he didn't snore, he didn't breathe through his mouth, he looked like a proud prince.

It's a pity that no matter how good he sleeps, he can't stop his bad eyes.

It's normal to like to listen to stories about aristocratic gentlemen and aristocratic ladies, and it's hard to hook up with a maid or something.

Wen Cha had thought about leaving the Rose Manor before, mainly because there would be an unforeseen riot here in the future, and the young viscount and she would die in this riot, and his mission was to stay away from this catastrophe.

But now she has a second reason, and that is that she doesn't want to be the kind of bad girl that Andrew is talking about.

With almost half a year to go before the riots, she had planned to stay until the summer, and a month before the riots came, she would resign and go home with her pounds.

Now it seems that the money is not so easy to get.

Maybe she will never find a better and more decent job in the future, but she still wants to live a relatively stable life.

This is not only the original owner's expectation, but also her own thoughts.

Wen Cha thought a lot, and in the end, she remembered to go to the cupboard to get a blanket for Lord Viscount.

She lightly put the blanket over Ansel, and was about to get up when she noticed that the young viscount had opened his gray eyes at some point, and was gazing at her tenderly.

Wen Cha panicked for a moment, hurriedly stood up, and whispered, "You're awake."

"Hmm." Anse El glanced up at the time, realized that she had slept for a long time, and turned to her and asked, "Have you been here all this time?" ”

"Yes, sir." Wen Cha replied softly.

Anse El didn't say anything when he heard this, but his eyes lit up, and he beckoned Wen Cha to approach him, Wen Cha hesitated, and his good mood disappeared in an instant.

"What were you thinking?" He asked displeasedly.

"I didn't think about anything." Wen Cha shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Ansel looked at her for a few seconds, saw her calm appearance, and did not continue to question.

"Come here." He repeated what he had just asked.

Wen Cha moved to him, Anse El propped himself up, put his arms around her waist, and hugged her to himself, "Lie down with me for a while."