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

Chapter 115 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (10)

The hanging antique clock had already entered the night, and the fireplace fire, after being adjusted by Mel, had grown larger, crackling and hissing. Even Yu Ci, who always had a low body temperature, could feel the warmth emanating from her skin.

"Your Highness."

Beya suddenly appeared, holding a fluffy shawl in her hand.

Only after carefully draping the shawl over the girl did Beya glance at the expressionless man opposite her with a half-smile, and whisper in the girl's ear.

"The master is worried about you."

Yu Ci: "..."

Looking across, one could see a person with indifferent eyes, seemingly oblivious to what was happening in front of them.

"..." Yu Ci smiled faintly and remained silent.

Soft music played, and maids began to come and go in the large hall to serve dishes.

Yu Ci looked at the meal in front of her, which included pastries she had made that morning.

Looking up, she saw Lancelot across from her slowly savoring his pastries, his deep blue gem-like eyes seeming to notice her gaze.

Lancelot: "It's delicious."

This is another affirmation.

Faced with the praise for the fragments, Yu Ci naturally accepted it all, and she smiled and said, "I'll make them for the adults every day from now on."

[Darkness Value -5: 60]

The girl's gentle words still echoed in his ears. Lancelot lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes trembling, and he felt that the pastry in his mouth was inexplicably sweeter.

His thin lips curved into a tiny arc, and his gaze toward the girl was always sparkling with light. Beneath the azure sky, there were faint, fleeting glimpses of a smile.

Rui En: "..."

In the corner, a woman stood quietly, waiting to clear the table, her emerald green eyes momentarily dazed.

……laugh?

Lord Lancelot... is he smiling?
"..."

When no one was around, her hands, crossed in front of her dress, were clenched tightly, turning white from the effort.

Yu Ci did not overlook Rui En's unusual behavior.

In the silence, she did not choose to pick up the knife and fork, but instead picked up the wine glass beside her with her bare hand and looked down at it.

The bright red liquid, when gently shaken, creates a halo of color that clings to the cup's surface, forming concentric circles and layers, captivating the eye.

After news of Lancelot's invitation to dinner spread, the first person to arrive from Bea's elaborate party was a pale-faced Rean—

"...How did you do that?"

Inside the bedroom, the woman's questioning voice was hoarseer than usual.

Yu Ci looked over and saw only a complex and frantic mix of emotions surging beneath those emerald eyes, threatening to tear her master apart.

“That’s my forte,” Yu Ci replied honestly.

Upon hearing this, Rui En's eyes turned uncontrollably red, and she moved her lips several times as if to speak, but for some reason she stopped herself.

After a long pause, he said hoarsely:

"You'd better not do anything until you receive the next instructions."

After a long silence, he managed to utter a sentence that sounded like both a threat and a dissuasion.

Seemingly not satisfied, Rui En frowned, her face contorted, and added, "Having dinner together doesn't count as showing affection, much less gaining Lancelot's... trust."

"You know what a plaything is, right?"

"A man as high and mighty as him, like a god, could not possibly be obsessed with love."

"Your position can be taken by any pretty woman."

"Once he discovers you are a spy, he will kill you without hesitation."

"Don't forget your true identity. You've lost your sense of proportion and forgotten your real mission."

"...A spy should not fall in love with his target."

"You'd better not get carried away."

……

"..."

The red color before her eyes was too dazzling. Yu Ci looked at it, then brought it closer and took a small sip. The slightly acidic taste of red wine spread, but within a few seconds, the mellow aroma filled her mouth, and even her breath carried a faint fragrance of wine.

It's not that she's addicted to alcohol; it's just that as a vampire, she was born with a bloodlust and a love for red, both physically and physiologically.

She could never absorb too much of the divine aura, and when she was extremely hungry and exhausted, red wine was the best second choice.

At the table, the woman gently swirling her cup had slightly reddened eyes and her light-colored pupils were faintly unfocused, clearly indicating that she was lost in thought.

Lancelot paused, glanced at the untouched food across from her, and assumed she didn't like the food here.

He frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "Fresh seasonal vegetables will be delivered from the manor in a few days."

Seeing the girl looking at him with a puzzled expression, Lancelot lowered his eyes, his tall figure exuding a cool and aloof demeanor.

He said softly, his thin lips barely moving: "You're too thin, eat more."

Yu Ci was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized what she meant and smiled as she agreed.

The servants kept serving food, and looking at the mountain of tasteless food, Yu Ci pursed her lips and symbolically took a few bites.

She only took a few bites before putting down her utensils.

Perhaps because the girl's expression of painful struggle was too obvious, Lancelot said nothing.

Seeing that she had no intention of speaking again, the man's cold gaze swept over the documents placed to the side, and he raised his hand to signal. Mel behind him understood and picked them up respectfully, placing them in front of Yu Ci.

The paper in this world is still the stiff kraft paper, with a slightly yellowish surface and otherworldly characters engraved in gold, adding a mysterious and classical sense of ritual.

Yu Ci lowered her eyes and lightly scanned the awkward words. At the very top of the page, a prompt was clearly marked—

Marriage Application Agreement

At the very bottom of the paper, in the section about the husband, the handwriting, written with a quill pen, was powerful and sharp, clearly stating—Lancelot Hell.

The man's full name.

"Bang!—"

A crisp sound rang out—the sound of a porcelain plate hitting the ground.

Looking in the direction of the sound, it was Rui En, who was tidying up the dishes in the corner, who accidentally knocked over the dishes, splashing soup everywhere.

"sorry Sorry!"

Rui En's face was deathly pale, and she looked flustered. She didn't dare to look at the man in the main seat. She knelt down and trembled as she picked up the broken pieces.

"Ouch..." Mel exclaimed softly when she saw it.

With the mindset of an old butler who thought, "Young Master hasn't smiled in a long time," Mel was afraid of affecting his master's once-in-a-century good mood, so he quickly called on the other maids around him to help tidy up.

Seeing that Yu Ci's gaze was fixed on that stiff figure in the crowd, Lancelot remained silent, staring intently at the documents in front of the girl.

Mel was the first to notice the room getting cold. She glanced speechlessly at her master, then stepped forward and handed the girl a quill pen.

He smiled, his chivalrous demeanor undiminished: "Your Highness, you may sign now."

signature?

Yu Ci turned around and glanced at the section about his wife; it was indeed empty.

Why did you suddenly bring this out?
She deftly took the pen, completely unaware that during her silence, the handsome, aloof man opposite her was tapping his hand lightly on the table.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, but regained their composure the moment she put pen to paper.

The signed papers were taken away by Mel, and after a while, the servants also began to clear the table.

As night fell, classical and flowing music suddenly began to play.

As if receiving an order, the two of them were soon left alone in the hall.

Just as Yu Ci was about to get up, the figure opposite her made a move first.

A dignified and aloof man strolled over to her side, bowed slightly in invitation, and gestured with his hand.

The meaning is self-evident.

“I don’t know how to dance the dances of the Terren Empire,” Yu Ci replied with a faint smile and caution.

Actually, you can tell from the music that it's a ballroom dance similar to a waltz. She can dance it, and so can the carefully cultivated pretty face. But as a little princess from an Eastern country, she just can't dance it.

She was impersonating the original owner of the body, the little princess, so naturally she shouldn't be able to jump.

"I teach you."

Lancelot remained silent, not withdrawing his invitation.