System baby: [...]

It was silent for a moment before he said quietly: [Why do I think this is a flag?]

Not in bed, are you going to play tricks when you change the location?

Isn’t this digging a hole for yourself to jump?

The young man opposite was always drooping his eyes, his dense eyelashes covering his silver-gray pupils and also covering his strange brightness. He half-bowed his body, bent over in an absolutely surrendered posture, and whispered: "You asked me to come, what do you need to give me?"

His master coughed softly and leaned against the head of the bed, his face still had a pale face as he had just recovered. Although the young man lowered his head, Yu Guang glanced at the white lips of the noble young master, paused, and said, "I want to pour you a glass of water."

Kouqiu glanced at him strangely, and saw that he was still standing still. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "...thank you?"

He was a little confused, and just poured a glass of water, why did he ask for instructions?

The young man bent down again, then pulled out a linen handkerchief from his chest pocket and carefully wiped his fingers. It was not until there was no dust on it and his fingertips were rubbed slightly red. He put away the handkerchief, walked to the bedside table and picked up the teacup.

The clear tea stormed into the cup, glowing with a velvety crimson color.

The system boy said: [Oh he was afraid of getting the cup dirty.]

Kou Qiu:【......】

He was dizzy.

"I want to give you a name," Kou Qiu sipped the tea, his green eyes blinked at him, and said, "What kind of thing do you like?"

Such a sudden question made the young man's body tremble suddenly. He raised his head almost incredible, not knowing what to say, but just squirmed his lower lips and murmured: "You..."

"Don't you?" Kou Qiu thought for a while, and simply stretched out his arms and handed the entire thick book beside the bed into his hands. "Or you have something you like, you can just say it."

The young man suddenly lowered his head and said, "How could I not want to?"

His eyes seemed to have rushed into the storm, and his throat was choked for a long time before he said, "You are my master. If you can name me, it will be-"

He quietly raised his head, and the platinum hair of the sitting boy seemed to be covered with countless large and small spots of light, shining straight into his heart.

“——That will be my dream honor.”

Before this, I didn't even dare to imagine the honor.

Kou Qiu flipped through the book for an afternoon.

When it comes to naming his lover, he is quite serious. Finally, he saw three words that suit his heart and took them over to ask the young man for his opinion.

"Xavier," he said, "how?"

The youth looked even flattered.

He stood at the dividing distance between light and darkness, and stood still, almost standing himself into a statue carved from marble. Looking at the three words, the muscles on his shoulders became tighter.

"Thank you," he said, "thank you...my master."

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That night, Xavier did not fall asleep for a long time after returning from Kouqiu's room.

His eyes were staring straight at the heavy ceiling, perhaps because of joy, or because of something else, he tossed and turned around for a long time, listening to the dull breathing of the slaves resting together, but his mind was filled with the noble face of his master.

"What are you doing," the other slaves who were crowded in the same room couldn't help but say, "It's so late, don't you sleep?"

Xavier then realized that he had disturbed others unconsciously and said in a deep voice: "Sorry."

"Sorry, what's the point!" The slave glared at him, turned his head, and muttered, "I finally had a beautiful dream. Can you still compensate me?"

He turned his body again and tried to sleep again. Xavier didn't make any sound, but just rested his head on his hands, and his breathing was sprayed on the inside of his arm, making a numb and tingling area.

Kou Qiu will never understand the meaning of a name to a slave.

In the war twenty years ago, countless soldiers died on the battlefield. A large number of women in the city were no longer able to make ends meet and could no longer make a living. They had to turn into prostitutes and rely on their young body to exchange for money in a state of fertility. Xavier didn't know who his biological mother was, but he knew that she was probably one of these people.

When he is pregnant, he can no longer trade and has no spare money to raise him. Countless prostitutes and girls discard the newly born child into the ditch, let him cry, and rushed forward with the smelly water flowing. Whether it is life or death, it is all due to fate.

Xavier was lucky to say that.

He survived.

The trafficker who picked him up with his teeth and raised him and other children in sloppy manner. After he could do some work, he was sold to the mansions of the nobles as a slave. To this day, Xavier himself could not even remember how many families he had traveled to, and later sold to the exchange, becoming a slave to prepare for performances and fight against beasts. And in the 20 years of wandering around, he had never had a name.

"Hey" or "that guy", this is his synonym.

Now, just three simple words are clearly separated from those fishy and dirty lives in the years.

——He can be a person with a name and a surname.

And no longer a beast that will be bought and sold.

But for some reason, Xavier did not want to tell others about the fact that his master gave him a name.

It would be even better if only his young master could call this name.

He blinked, lay quietly in the slowly bright sky for a long time, and finally fell into a shallow sleep.

The next morning, he had just opened the door, but saw the butler stepping down the stairs. For some reason, his face was a little unkind. The butler stood in front of his door, with silver-white eyebrows, staring at him with scrutiny eyes, and said, "What did you say to Master Ulysses yesterday?"

Xavier was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

He said nothing.

The butler leaned his crutch hard on the ground, and his expression was a little frustrated. He walked around the door twice before saying, "Young Master Ulysses told me that he hoped to promote you to a personal servant and take care of him."

The young man suddenly raised his head.

"What?"

Before Xavier could react from this, the other slaves heard it first, and for a moment, the betting eyes were envious and jealous.

"Are you saying true?" asked the slave who lived in the same room with him, his voice as if he was stuck, "Master Ulysses... Is it really what Master Ulysses told you personally?"

The housekeeper didn't want to explain more, but just said in a deep voice: "That's right."

There was a stronger other meaning in his eyes. He swept the young man up and down and asked, "Do you have a name? - The young master told me that he named you Xavier."

The expressions of the slave beside him were still stunned, as if he was listening to a fantasy.

From a slave to a close male servant, this is something that many people dare not even think about.

What's more, it was the servant of the young master.

"Come upstairs later," the butler ordered in a deep voice, "Bayer will teach you something else."

His eyes seemed to have a knife in his mouth and said sternly: "You have to be careful and serve well!"

......

Until the butler left, a group of slaves felt like they were stepping on clouds.

They looked at the companion who had been flying in the sky and didn't know what to say. After a while, someone said with a sour look: "I thought that after passing Viscount Heron, Master Ulysses would no longer rashly promote slaves like this."

Xavier hurriedly packed his bed, and after hearing this, his hands paused.

"Vissue Heron?" He repeated the familiar name again.

The accomplice smiled and said, "Don't tell me, you don't even know about this."

"That's what you really favor!" The slave next to him couldn't help but sigh, "Even the road ahead is paved, Master Ulysses is really kind-hearted. It's a pity that Helun finally turned around and stepped on..."

After hearing this past, Xavier just pursed his thin lips. He said a long time later: "I'm not him."

He carried the packed box in his hand.

"I will never turn my oath," said the young man, his silver-gray pupils as if illuminated by flames, glittering in the narrow and narrow basement. "In this life, nothing can make me betray my master."

Rights cannot be made, and status cannot be made.

Xavier took over Bayer's position.

Baier did not feel dissatisfied with this. Kou Qiu thought very carefully and promoted him to the deputy steward. Therefore, he rarely had a good voice for the young man who came to replace him. He took the other person around the house and explained Kou Qiu's daily preferences one by one.

"These shirts are all high-quality silks shipped from the East," he spread the soft clothes as water, and explained, "Your clothes can be handed over to the slaves to wash, but the young master's clothes can definitely pass by your hands alone."

Xavier's hand slowly touched the fabric, and for some reason, his throat suddenly moved slowly.

Washing requires specially formulated soap, and after bathing, there is also finely ground paste. The paste is placed in a small gilded box. When it is opened, the young man clearly smells the fragrance of roses coming from it.

I don’t know if there is anything else mixed in this fragrance, but it is not too sweet, but it has a clear smell. It is exactly the same as the smell on his young master, reminding people of the delicate flower buds that are still stained with dew under the moon.

Morning tea and afternoon tea desserts all have different requirements. Even clothes need to be changed two or three times a day.

"Can you remember?" Baier said everything he had to do in daily life, then closed the door, and asked him while leading him through the corridor covered with soft embroidered carpets, "It's not easy to be a personal servant all at once."

The young man was straight and said in a deep voice: "I will do my best."

"Okay," Baier seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and patted his shoulder, "Now the young master is bathing, you go there to serve him."

Xavier's body suddenly froze, and even his expression changed.

......What?

"Why are you standing there?" Baier said strangely, "Go quickly!"

The young man was rarely at a loss, as if he was just imagining the scene of the reserved and noble master taking off all the constraints in his mind, which was a blasphemy. He pursed his lips and then said, "Yes."

He quietly stepped on the carpet and stayed in front of the bathroom door at the end of the corridor for a long time. The sound of water gurgled there seemed to have turned into a snake, sliding out of the door along the slippery water traces on the ground, and slid along his feet to his chest.

Xavier pushed open the door.

A curling white mist came to his face, perhaps because it was because it was cold in winter, and the bathhouse was filled with hot water, and some even flooded the walls of the pond and poured into his feet. The bottom of his leather shoes was stained with water, and when he raised his foot, he made a clattering sound. The people in the pond obviously heard it and asked, "Who is there? Byer?"

Xavier's throat moved.

"I've said it," Kou Qiu lay beside the pond, and could only tug her shirt down quickly, cover her body, and said helplessly, "When I take a shower, I don't want anyone else to come in-"

What kind of habit is this?
To be continued...