Talk about a pure love in the illustrated book world

But it's really interesting to see his distressed expression.

"Open your mouth."

Euphemia who came next to him picked up a biscuit with her slender fingers and stuffed it into his mouth.

"what--"

Seeing how she picked up another biscuit, Neil also opened his mouth on his own initiative, and seeing how she threw it directly into his mouth, his expression became depressed.

"You're kidding me uh-"

Before he could react, Euphemia's mouth came closer, and she pushed the biscuit into his mouth with her tongue, allowing the sweet taste on it to spread in the mouth.

After a while, their faces were finally separated.

"Didn't you say you won't disturb my work?"

Seeing the blush on her face, Neil couldn't help asking with a smile.

"There are rewards and punishments."

Euphemia gave him a blank look, and lightly poked the document in his hand with her finger.

"If you still want rewards, do it well. Or do you want punishment more?"

Neil couldn't help raising his eyebrows, his expression became a little expectant, and he said.

"May I ask first what the punishment is?"

"Hmm...I heard that Meisha has already arrived in New Bach City. Shall I borrow her invention as well?"

Euphemia's hesitant voice caused cold sweat to flow down Nelton's forehead, and he couldn't help but sit up straight.

"Back to the eldest lady, I promise to complete the task on time! It will not affect the business tonight!"

"Hmm, how cute."

Euphemia smiled and patted his head, walked back to the sofa, and lay down again.

Tsk, this punishment is too horrible...

Neil couldn't help but subconsciously glanced down, shook his body, didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and began to concentrate on dealing with those troublesome documents.

It wasn't until the sky darkened and the lights in Ron's mansion began to turn on that Neil finally looked at the emptied desktop and couldn't help but feel refreshed.

"Finally finished!"

"Hmm... So-so, at least I finished it before dinner."

Seeing his ecstatic look, Euphemia couldn't help shaking her head helplessly.

"You're still a long way off. Let's make persistent efforts tomorrow."

"Master Neil, Miss Yuffie, it's time for dinner."

And Litton also knocked on the door, walked in and informed the two of them.

"Oh, I see, you go first, I will pass after I take a shower."

Neil waved his hand and winked at Euphemia.

"Are you taking a bath too?"

Euphemia rolled her eyes immediately.

"Wash it, just wash it, it's as if I dare not."

Seeing this scene, Litton also retreated wisely, and closed the door for them by the way.

But Master Neil is indeed working very hard...

Litton walked along the corridor towards the cafeteria, thinking with some emotion.

Although he is now working hard with the other guards, it is still far from reaching the standard to fully train the firecracker team that Master Neil mentioned.

I have to work harder, otherwise I won't be able to protect Miss Fanny and the masters and wives.

At that time, it was just a face-to-face meeting, and I was defeated by the succubus, and almost caused Miss Fanny to become a monster. If it hadn't been for Master Neil and the others to come back...

Litton couldn't help clenching his hands slightly. As the guard of the Rogier family, he had naturally sparred with Bennett, but the huge gap only made him feel even more unwilling.

As he walked into the gate of the cafeteria, he also calmed down slightly, and after looking around at the busy maids around him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Yvette should have delivered food to the master and the others.

"Ah, Mr. Lytton, here is your dinner, please take it easy."

After seeing him, one of the maids also brought a plate of food to his table.

"Well, thank you."

After thanking her, Litton, who had been exercising all afternoon, couldn't help but feel a little hungry, and picked up the spoon next to the plate.

Hurry up and finish your meal, and go to exercise for a while before going to bed.

While thinking about it, Litton put that portion of noodles into his mouth...

"Hey, Yvette made that dish just now, right? Why didn't it go to Master Kyle and the others?"

"This is what Yvette told me to hand over to Mr. Litton. It's not the same batch as those dishes."

"Wow, specially made for Mr. Lytton? Isn't that..."

The young man's wailing suddenly came from the cafeteria, interrupting the conversation of the two maids, causing them to look at the tightly closed door of the cafeteria with horrified eyes.

PS:

emmmmm, it’s impossible to update more, and it’s not easy to save manuscripts for class tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I can only make do with women’s clothing photos for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the comment section of the group number is at the top, so...

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Returning to China, Volume 213: Chapter 212 Chapter [-] The Stubborn Idiot

"Mr. Litton, what a coincidence."

Looking at Yvette who was gracefully saluting towards him in front of him, Litton couldn't even feel happy.

His complexion turned black, and he subconsciously supported his twitching belly with his hands. The unbearable taste seemed to still be echoing in his mouth, making his voice a little weak.

"Miss Yvette, what is the meaning of your prank tonight?"

"It's just a thank you for taking care of Mr. Litton on weekdays."

She gently lifted the hem of the skirt, slightly exposing the smooth ankles and calves wrapped in white stockings, and as she bowed down, the two full balls also swayed slightly.

Even though the maid outfit of the Ron Mansion belonged to the more formal and serious style of long skirts, her pretty figure still stretched out the beautiful lines of the white apron that made people's hearts rippling.

In normal times, having such an elegant maid saluting to him should be a rather superior thing, but there is only an urgent desire to complain in Litton's heart.

"Not to mention that you have only been here for about three weeks, and you are just targeting me in various ways on weekdays, so you can't even talk about taking care of me."

"And that kind of dark cooking is a thank you gift. Are you planning to poison all the benefactors you meet in the future?"

"Mr. Lytton is still so unforgiving..."

Yvette still had a decent smile on her face, but the veins on her forehead seemed to be slightly protruding, and she replied.

"I'm just telling the truth. I apologize to you if it caused you any unhappiness."

Litton said with a very serious expression, which made her complexion even worse.

"If there is nothing else, I will continue to practice swordsmanship. I am sorry that I don't have time to chat with you for the time being."

He also raised the one-handed sword in his hand again, and set his sights on the dummy in the training ground again.

As Litton's footsteps moved slightly on the ground, the tip of the sword also pointed forward.

He held his breath, and his eyes became sharper.

"Wait a moment."

However, just as he stabbed the sword, Yvette suddenly made a sound, which caused Litton's expression to change suddenly, and his footsteps also collapsed. After a few steps, he looked at Yvette next to him with a depressed face. Werther.

It must be this guy's intention to interrupt when he is most focused.

"What's the matter with you?"

"How's dinner tonight?"

In Yvette's sight, Litton's face suddenly became a little angry, so that he didn't bring the honorifics he had kept all along.

"You are so embarrassed to say, how did you make a dish that tastes completely different but is equally unpalatable!?"

"Did you actually taste the difference?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Yvette's eyes, and she looked at his depressed expression and said.

"You can't just assume that all the meals you make in the future will be equally bad because you cook it once?"

"Although I really didn't expect that this unpalatable thing can be made into a completely different kind..."

Behind the back that Litton couldn't see, Yvette's palms were slightly clenched, but the surface was still very calm.

"I see. It seems that Mr. Litton is a masochist, and he still savors such a terrible meal."

Litton frowned suddenly, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied. He stuck his sword on the ground and turned to face her.

"What does it have to do with masochism? No matter how unpalatable it is, it's a dish made by myself with time and effort. How can I spoil it casually?"

"I did blurt out that sentence because I didn't expect that dish to be so bad, but it doesn't mean anything at all. Everyone has something they are not good at, even if the result is not satisfactory, but the effort you put in is No one deserves to be laughed at."

"Mr Lytton..."

Yvette's eyes widened, and she stared blankly at Litton who was staring at her.

After a while, her eyes became contemptuous.

"What you said is so nasty, it makes people get goosebumps, can you stop saying such things in the future?"

"Maybe it's really nasty, but this is a true thought from my heart."

Litton shook his head lightly and replied.

"I'm sorry to make you feel uncomfortable, but it's against my principles for me to speak falsely."

After winter, the biting night wind howled through the courtyard, blowing the weeds on the ground that had begun to dry up.

Unlike Yvette, who was wearing a heavy maid outfit, Litton, who was only wearing a thin shirt at this moment, shivered subconsciously under the cold wind.

"Er, Miss Yvette?"

Looking at Yvette who was silent in front of him, Litton couldn't help showing a puzzled expression on his aching face from the cold.

"Won't Mr. Lytton be angry?"

"angry?"

Litton, who rubbed his arm slightly with his palm, couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

"I should have said a lot of bad things about you, right? Don't you think my attitude is very bad? Why do you still treat me with the same attitude as before, and even keep your respectful words?"

Due to the light emanating from the building behind, Yvette's face was also covered by shadows, so Litton couldn't see her slightly biting her lips.

"Your attitude is very bad, right? Everyone in the entire Ron Mansion should know about it, right?"

Litton scratched his head and asked with some doubts.

"As for the latter, the result of hard work is belittled by a sentence of unpalatable, and it should be a bad attitude, right?"

"And for me, my character is the most important thing, no matter how bad others are, I can't distort my principles."

After he finished speaking, his face became a little embarrassed.

"Although I was scolded by many people for this reason, or just stumbled."

In Yvette's sight, there was a helpless smile on his face that was flushed from the cold.

"If Master Kyle hadn't picked me up, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known where I died."

In Yvette's sight, the smile on the face illuminated by the lights of the buildings seemed to become dazzling, making her blink subconsciously.

"So that's it, the same stubborn idiot..."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Yvette, who was whispering a little, also raised her head, looked at Litton's expression full of doubts, and nodded.