Leaning against the wall of the hallway, I just looked at the door from afar, and inside was Shaman, and I wanted to go in and see her, but the guarded eyes of the doorkeeper told me that Llard didn't want me to see inside.

Casually put the shawl that was about to slip off, lowered his head and smiled, turned around and prepared to leave.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Llard, a pair of dark green eyes full of injury, staring at me for a moment.

Rirad's eyes were cold, but not terrifying.

Slowly approaching him with my feet raised, reaching out to wrap my arms around his waist, and habitually burying my face in Larde's chest, I could clearly feel his body tremble a little.

"Have you been standing here for a long time?" I wasn't sure if he would answer, so I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the smell of him.

Or maybe I never expected him to answer.

"No ......" unexpectedly, but he opened his mouth, as if he hesitated for a moment, before struggling to spit out a complete sentence, "I saw you coming out, I thought you were going to go downstairs for a walk, and I wanted to come over to accompany you......"

Are you afraid that I'm not familiar with this place? So you put down your work and come down to accompany me first?

I have to say that this feeling of being valued is very comfortable and reassuring.

It's also warm......

It stands to reason that vampires don't need warmth, but why am I always so desperate to ...... Want the warmth from Leillard......

"Let's go out for a walk......" As if he had struggled for a long time before making a decision, Lard raised his hand and wrapped me in his arms, his chin rubbed lightly on the top of my head, and a slightly hoarse voice came from the top of his head, "It's boring to carry it in the room all the time." ”

yes, it's been more than ten days since I've been here, and I've never been out of the house.

Looking up and smiling at Rirad, I nodded slightly, "Okay." ”

The place where Lard lives now has a completely different architectural style from the lonely castle on the top of the mountain, with a black roof and light gray walls, which makes people feel oppressive unconsciously.

Probably, this is to declare the kingly momentum of the owner of the house.

There are a lot of flowers and plants planted in the yard, and they are not the kind with bright colors.

Lillard took me by the hand and led me to sit down in a small white shed in the courtyard, where the maid immediately brought refreshments.

Sit under the big awning and play with the porcelain cup in your hand.

The porcelain cup is very well made, and the patterns on it are painted flawlessly, much higher than the technology of the 17th century.

"Don't you want to talk to me?" Lerard sat not far from me, his cold voice with an aura that couldn't be ignored, "Why do you keep your ......head down?"

"Just curious about these gadgets. I looked up at Lillard, met his cold eyes, my chest was inexplicably suffocated, I raised my hand to cover my chest, frowned without a trace, and quickly stretched out, "This set of cups is beautiful, I like ......"

Actually, the cup is no different, except for a large black rose on top, which is very attractive.

Lillard lowered his eyes to the cup in my hand, his pale green eyes flashed a hint of hesitation, and the corners of his mouth twitched but did not speak.

What can't tell me? about the cup or about mine?

Smiling self-deprecatingly in my heart, I looked into the distance, and not far away a few half-blooming black roses were scattered and planted, which seemed to be uncared for, but I could see that someone had taken care of them, because they were all growing well.