When Karan heard his words, he shrank back as if he was electrocuted.

She held back tears and sobbed muffled.

Xiovel saw that the scepter was stained with sparkling liquid, which was the milk that had been poured on her just now.

He touched it accidentally.

Warm and slightly sticky.

He immediately shook his hand, thankful that he was wearing gloves.

Karan struggled to get up from the ground and tried to open the door.

The tip of Xiovir's staff behind her was gentle, and he pushed the door bolt in again.

He looked at Karan leisurely: "As long as you beg me..."

Karan's face was abnormally red, and his dark eyes were watery, contrasting with his pale complexion, which could easily arouse people's impulse to abuse.

"Please... don't be so sentimental," she said through gritted teeth.

Siovel's face was gloomy, and Karan knocked him away and ran towards the utility room, trying to hide inside.

As a result, the door hit the scepter stuck in the gap with a clang.

Karan's heart went cold.

Xiovir regretted it.

――If you take this thing to an auction house in a few hundred years, the carvings crushed by the door will definitely devalue it greatly.

There is no need for him to spend so much effort on a slave.

Just ask the maid to throw her out later...

At this time, there was a sound of the door being pulled.

As if responding to Siouvel's thoughts, the two maids who dealt with the ballerina returned.

Xiovel didn't know what he was feeling guilty about.

Maybe he didn't want to be seen lowering himself to a slave.

In short, instead of asking the maid to throw the slave out, he hid in the utility room and locked the door.

The fear in Karan's heart grew stronger.

In a narrow space, Xiovir's presence is even stronger.

His figure was full of oppression, and his beautiful and cold face was incompatible with the messy and dark cubicle.

The only thing that was more approachable was that he was wearing pajamas. But Karan couldn't understand why he had to wear three layers of pajamas, inside and outside, and buttoned every button.

She thought about it for a while, then asked the man at the door.

"...Why did you come in?"

Xiovel narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her face.

Her eyes became more and more confused, the redness on her face was about to spread to her whole body, and the effects of the medicine were erupting under her soaked clothes.

"What do you think?" Siovel said in a nonchalant tone.

Karan thinks he is sick.

Xiovel felt that she was still too young and could not hide anything on her face. Even the curse words were written between her sarcastic eyebrows.

He approached slowly.

Karan stepped back step by step, like an antelope on the edge of a cliff.

She tried to run away, but Theovir reached across the scepter and pushed her against the wall.

His strength was so amazing that Karan was hit so hard that she almost couldn't breathe. She struggled hard and hit something when her hands were swinging wildly. She didn't react for a while, so she went back and pulled a few more times.

What is...

The scepter was pressed against her shoulders and collarbone.

She lowered her head and saw Xiovir's flawless white gloves. Beyond them, she could see the tight material of his clothes.

"Go away!" she yelled angrily.

She hadn't noticed his physical reaction at all before because the expression on his face was so calm.

It had been years since Xiovir had heard such vulgar insults in person.

"This is the effect of the medicine." He tried his best to suppress his anger.

The footsteps of the maids did not go far.

Tilin also came down from upstairs. The door was very soundproof, so she couldn't hear what they were saying.

He is now trapped in the utility room.

"Get out!" Karan wanted to kick him with his legs.

Of course, it was impossible for Xiovir to walk out like this.

"Quiet." He frowned, his face horribly gloomy. Karan had very little strength, so struggling and kicking like this was nothing to him, but would make him even more impulsive.

"Don't move." He warned again.

Karan didn't listen at all. He stood on tiptoes and stretched his neck, trying to take a breath under the scepter.

The movement of her tiptoes touched Xiovir again.

His mental mysophobia does not allow him to have such close contact.

"Stop moving!"

Xiovir finally couldn't help but raise his voice.

Karan was so shocked by his murderous look that he really didn't dare to move for about ten seconds.

These ten seconds are more difficult to endure than the dozens of minutes just now.

Xiovir's newly awakened body lost the comfort it expected, as if a roller coaster was stuck while rising.

A few footsteps passed by the door of the utility room, and there was a faint sound of conversation.

"...He must be angry. Where is he now?"

"Madam, we don't know. We are just responsible for carrying that woman out."

"You will only listen to what he says...did he not let you say it? Tell me where he is! Let me explain to him!"

Both people in the utility room held their breath.

Karan suddenly noticed a slight sweat on Siovel's forehead.

He is very nervous.

It's not common to look this fragile.

When he appears in front of the camera every day, he is glamorous and arrogant, aloof and inaccessible.

He must be afraid of being discovered by his wife.

Karan felt as if he had grasped some weakness.

"You're so pathetic." Your wife likes women.

"Shut up." Xiovir's voice was as low as his breathing.

Karan raised his leg and kicked him, trying to get him to move away.

He immediately pressed the scepter harder, and Karan almost lost his breath.

"--Why!"

At this time, the voices outside suddenly became louder.

"We have to talk in person! He has no reason to say no!"

"You have reason to refuse." Karan whispered and kicked him again, "right?"

"I told you to shut up." Xiovir's eyes were dark.

Theoviel covered her mouth.

He regretted it too many times in just a few dozen minutes.

But this time, I can't say "regret".

He had no time to regret it.

The wind outside the window beat against the glass, and a sound entered his mind, taking away all the rationality. It was as if soft rose branches were wrapped around him, wrapping him up like a cocooning mother spider with crazy long silk threads, until even a trace of light could be seen. He couldn't see until all his senses in the darkness were controlled by the chaotic drugs, and he completely forgot who was in front of him.

In between the madness, he would occasionally wake up.

He thought that as long as the little slave struggled a little, he would come back to his senses immediately. But Karan was still less conscious than him, and the pain in her confused brain was overshadowed by other feelings, and she had no time to react.

The voices outside gradually became quiet.

The maids have all gone to bed.

Tilin felt that she should change her mind and not introduce a mistress to Siovel so deliberately. He definitely didn't like actresses or ballet dancers who were too public. Next time, he would definitely choose a pure little nobleman who was conservative, silent, honest and obedient. Can please him.

Tilin thought as she returned to the bedroom.

After they left, the noise in the utility room became more and more intense.
Chapter completed!