Eating people is soft-mouthed, this sentence is very reasonable.

The sentences that Naomi had organized came to her lips were blocked by the delicious mutton.

In the end, she finished eating the mutton in the bowl in silence, not to mention, his skills are really good.

It's just that after eating the mutton, she faced a very embarrassing problem: she had to explain why she came up. Just finished eating other people's mutton, and the oil on the corners of her mouth hadn't been wiped clean, so she didn't have the face to blame the other party for making such a big taste. But otherwise, it seems that he is a gluttonous cat attracted by the fragrance of mutton, which is detrimental to the dignity of the family.

In a dilemma, Naomi speaks.

"I remember you saying Emma was sick, huh...... I've got some painkillers here, it's very good, you can get her to drink a little. She pulled a brown vial out of her bosom and handed it to Robben.

Naomi stood silently to the side, letting her best friend play, as if she was really here to deliver medicine.

"Oh! Thank you! After thanking the two for their kindness, Robben dug another bowl of lamb from the pot.

"Another bowl?"

"Big—"

"Thank you so much!" Claire took it and continued to enjoy the lamb with Naomi's complicated expression.

Can you make a difference? Can't afford meat from the Redfield family? And you really didn't leave me a mouthful?

Claire had the posture of wanting to eat the potion money back, and ate three bowls of mutton stewed radish in a row, and each bowl did not even have soup left, much to the shock of Robben and Naomi.

Just as Claire was about to attack the fourth bowl of lamb, Emma's door suddenly opened, and Emma, dressed in white pajamas, walked out of the bedroom barefoot, holding the blood-stained sheets in her hands.

"Robben, can you send me the sheets to be washed?" Her voice was still a little weak, but she was able to walk.

"Why don't you come out without shoes on—at least socks!" Robben hurried over and took the stained sheets from Emma.

"Tired~" The little witch's answer was very concise. She had just finished cleaning her body and changing her sheets, and she had no remaining physical strength, she just wanted to find a place to lie down.

"Okay, go back and rest—take this." Robben shoved the painkiller Claire had given him into Emma's hand and urged her to hurry back to the bedroom to rest, while he stuffed the dirty sheets into the laundry basket downstairs. Every once in a while, alchemy dolls will come to the door to collect dirty clothes and household garbage.

The blood stains on the sheets caught the eyes of Naomi and Claire, who were standing on the sidelines.

Naomi looked at Claire: Are you sure she really came to that kind of thing, and not overdone it with Robben?

Claire read her best friend's eyes, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes: Who would shed so much blood for doing that kind of thing! Even for the first time, there was a lot of bleeding, and that's where it came about.

After Robben went down, the two didn't plan to stay longer, and turned around and went downstairs to their bedroom.

At dinner, Robben also received a dessert ordered by Naomi for them, which was considered to be a meal of lamb in return.

Emma's days of opening her mouth for dinner continued until her stomach stopped hurting.

When Robben saw Emma happily jumping out of bed and running to meet him, he knew that the little witch had fully recovered.

"Congratulations, it looks like you're back to health."

After hearing Robben's words, Emma's face collapsed: recovering her health meant that Robben was going to move out.

"Actually, my stomach still hurts a little." She said pitifully.

Robben: (・_・)

"Okay." Emma was defeated, raised her hands in surrender, admitted the fact that she had recovered, sat back on the bed, and enjoyed the breakfast that Robben had made for her.

While eating breakfast, Emma pondered a question: Robben had taken care of herself for several days, and she should reward him, which was a sign of upbringing.

But what kind of reward should be given? Emma was in trouble.

There is no doubt that it will not work to stuff him with a sum of money, it will only ruin the relationship between the two, and Robben should be picked what he likes - but what does Robben like?

The little witch soon finds out: she decides to reward Robben for helping her put on her socks!

She thought that Robben would love the reward very much, and it was the maximum reward she could accept. Further up, she blushes just thinking about it.

Looking at Emma's blushing face from time to time, Robben was a little confused until Emma announced the answer to him.

"Robben, help me choose a pair of socks to wear~" Emma said as she poked her feet out of the covers.

Robben: Huh?!

Looking at the little cutie who was smooth and white and trembled slightly in the air, Robben's breathing couldn't help but be two points heavier.

What kind of ice cream do you like to eat? Is it vanilla or chocolate? I like both~】

The demon didn't say anything, but it seemed like he had said everything.

Robben was also in a dilemma in an instant: black and white collided fiercely in his mind, and the fight was inextricable.

Seeing that Robben didn't react, Emma raised her eyebrows: Could it be that she made a mistake in judgment? He doesn't actually like this? But he often stares at his feet?

"If you don't want to choose, just-"

"I, I-" Robben subconsciously opened his mouth, revealing his inner choice at once.

Emma covered her mouth and chuckled, after getting along with each other for so many days, she is also growing rapidly, and she is no longer the naïve, ignorant little girl who will be drunk by gangsters in the bar.

Robben left his mark on the blank paper.

The little witch pointed to the closet in the bedroom and asked Robben to pick out a favorite pair for her to wear.

Robben, who was pinched, obediently walked over, opened the cabinet door, and then breathed for a while: the fabric in this wardrobe was suffocatingly beautiful.

Robben ignorantly chose a pair of black-soled over-the-knee socks. The socks were thick and had intricate patterns sewn with gold wire.

"Well, just this pair, thick, warm." Robben's brain had stopped functioning and was acting entirely on instinct. The reason why he chose these black over-the-knee socks was not because he had a preference for black, but because the first thing he saw was these socks.

"Thank you for your hard work~" Emma's voice echoed in Robben's cochlea, and at the same time, the white and tender feet also stretched out in front of Robben. Robben looked down, only to see a perfect pair of arches, slightly upturned toes were neatly trimmed nails, pink nails were clean and flat, and the white crescent moon on them was clearly visible.

Everything was ready, just waiting for Robben to put his socks on.

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