Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 113 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (8)

She looked back.

A tall, slender figure stood quietly in front of the kitchen door, watching her for an unknown amount of time.

The newcomer was dressed in a cold military uniform, with stray blond hair under his hat brim. His clear, deep blue eyes gazed at her indifferently, and his thin, rosy lips were tightly pressed together, revealing no emotion.

Yu Ci raised an eyebrow.

The Duke's kitchen was in a very remote corner; how did he end up here?

Thinking about it, Yu Ci picked up the pastry in her hand and, with Mel's shocked gaze following her, walked up to the man.

She slowly brought the pastry in her hand to her thin lips, tilted her head back, and smiled gently.

She whispered, "My lord, eat."

The room was deathly silent. Mel instinctively gripped the sword at his side.

Looking at the man who still kept his thin lips tightly pressed together and didn't speak, Yu Ci slowly blinked her eyes. As if realizing that she had overstepped her bounds, she gave a wry smile and carefully withdrew her hand.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her head to murmur softly, "Please forgive my rudeness, Lord Lancelot, I just thought..."

Even more quietly, "I am your wife now..."

Yu Ci looked away from her teary eyes, bit her lip, and said politely, "I'm sorry, I'll be leaving now."

The young woman was gentle and beautiful, her long black hair was slightly tied up, and she looked intelligent. She wore a white dress with an apron, exuding tenderness.

Her face was wet with tears, her eyelashes trembled with pity, and her smile was forced and bitter. It was heartbreaking to see her like that.

No one could resist this scene.

[Target corruption value -5:85]

Including Lancelot.

Completely bewildered by this combination of techniques, Mei, an older, unmarried, straight man, froze on the spot, his hand holding the sword pausing for a moment.

Just as the girl was about to brush past the tall figure, her slender wrist was gripped by a force.

Yu Ci seemed to be taken aback, glanced down, and then looked up to meet those deep blue gemstone eyes.

The handsome, aloof man looked down at her, expressionless, and lifted her wrist, bending slightly so that the girl could eat the pastry.

"grown ups!"

Coming to his senses, Mel frowned and instinctively called out urgently, trying to alert the man in front of him.

no respond.

Yu Ci glanced at him with feigned confusion, then turned her gaze back to him.

The tall figure drew closer, the golden tassels hanging from the perfectly pressed military uniform swaying slightly as the owner bent over, making a crisp sound as they clattered together.

In the casual glances exchanged, even the faint scent of sandalwood in their breath became more distinct.

Lancelot lowered his eyes, his long, curled eyelashes obscuring the pale, cold blue depths of his gaze.

He savored the exquisite food with the leisurely pace of a medieval nobleman, and after swallowing the last bite with the help of the young girl, he straightened up.

Lancelot took a handkerchief from his pocket and lowered his eyes to wipe away the remaining crumbs of pastry from the girl's slender, fair fingertips.

Every move she made exuded a dignified and aloof air.

Yu Ci bit her lip, her hand trembling slightly as it was gripped: "My lord..."

"Ah."

His voice was slightly hoarse and deep, and Lancelot lowered her hand.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her calmly for a long time before slowly saying, "It's delicious."

Upon hearing this, Yu Ci raised an eyebrow, and the smile on her lips widened slightly.

She looked up at the man, her eyes sparkling with delight: "Thank you, sir."

He paused, tilted his head, and smiled again, "You're so kind, sir."

[Target corruption value -5:80]

“…” Lancelot looked down at her, the corners of his tightly pursed lips seemingly turning up by a single pixel, then disappearing in an instant.

He removed his gloves and put the handkerchief into his pocket. His well-defined knuckles brushed against a few strands of hair that fell by the girl's ear, and he gently hooked his fingertips behind her ear.

Looking at the gentle woman before him, Lancelot said in a hoarse voice, "If you like it, let the maid do it. Don't hurt yourself."

Upon hearing this, Yu Ci glanced at the completely petrified Mel out of the corner of her eye, and the idea of ​​tormenting single people came to her mind.

She took out a handkerchief from her bag, tilted her head back, and stood on tiptoe to wipe away the non-existent residue from the corner of the man's mouth. The distance was so close that his azure gem-like eyes could clearly reflect her image.

Seeing Lancelot's increasingly tense body, she withdrew, put her hands behind her back, and smiled gently and sweetly:
"No, the pastries are for adults, so of course I should do them myself." "Seeing the adults happy makes me happy too."

After a pause, she asked cautiously, "Then... can I bring food to the adults from now on?"

Her soft, gentle voice murmured, softening the coldness in the man's eyes.

"Ah."

Lancelot lowered his eyes, gently stroking the girl's head with his long, slender hand. He said softly, "I have official business to attend to. I'll stay with you tonight."

After a pause, he said, "Get some rest."

“…” Yu Ci blinked subconsciously.

Accompany, accompany what?
rest??
The man before her remained aloof, serious, and ascetic. It was as if the eight words that had just spoken with a hint of lewdness had not come from him at all.

...This is a good time to get closer.

"Then I'll wait for the adults to come home."

Yu Ci smiled and leaned closer, tilting her head back: "How about we wait for the master to come back?"

[Target corruption value -5:75]

After a long period of eye contact, Yu Ci's vision suddenly went dark.

A man covered her eyes.

"Ah."

A low, husky promise responded indifferently, brief yet resounding.

Even after the two figures disappeared around the corner, the smile on Yu Ci's lips never faded.

It seems his obsession with cleanliness has no effect on her.

Poor Fragment, always being manipulated at will (→_→)

In his mind, the long-silent system silently gave its comments.

Yu Ci raised an eyebrow, somewhat disapproving.

"Hmm...playing with them, huh?"

She laughed heartily, stepped back against the stove, and pointed at the pastries beside her with her fingertips.

"It's clearly favoritism."

……

Even after getting into the car, Mel remained in a daze.

The snow was falling heavily in the Empire, blurring the car windows in an instant. Mel, sitting in the passenger seat, saw his own stunned expression reflected in the window.

After a long while, he gently rubbed his forehead, but out of the corner of his eye he saw in the rearview mirror a handsome, aloof man taking out a familiar handkerchief and examining it with his lowered eyes.

The military uniform was austere and detached, and the man's face was obscured by the brim of his hat, revealing only his perfectly sculpted jawline.

After a while, the figure moved slightly, and the handkerchief was moved to the man's lips. In the light and shadow, the movement was extremely careful.

Is he... kissing?

……ah???

ah!!?
"..."

Mel stiffly looked away, unable to accept that the usually upright and fastidious Duke was acting like that, and even began to consider whether to call a priest to exorcise the evil spirit.

No, it was just that Beya mentioned in the study that Her Highness the Princess missed him!
It's like a flood bursting forth from a thousand miles away, there's no way to stop it!
Could it be that all this coldness and distance these past few days was just an act?
After a long silence, he gripped his sword tightly and finally couldn't help but speak:
"My lord, Her Highness the princess's identity has not yet been confirmed..."

The implication is that Yu Ci might be a spy sent by that suicidal enemy country.

If it were just about gathering military intelligence, that would be one thing, but she wouldn't even be allowed into the study.

But if it was an assassination attempt, that small piece of pastry was enough to kill a man!

Just as Mel was about to continue her persuasion, looking hesitant, she met the man's deep blue, cold eyes in the rearview mirror.

And the handkerchief that was never put down.

Mel: "..."

He said nothing, yet it seemed he said everything.

Mel slowly looked away and silently shut her mouth.

……