Si Tu lowered his head and fiddled with the tassels hanging from his waist, but he didn't see the light flashing in Aila's eyes.
Oh, so she was just praising her own vision.
Waste of emotion.
"There are less than five hours before the dinner, my baby, it's time for you to take a good rest."
Ella glanced at the golden clock on the wall and urged her to go upstairs to rest.
Si Tu: Didn't she just wake up
System: This is probably the daily life of the aristocratic Miss Ogris.
Back in the room, Sam followed behind her, quietly like a lifeless log.
Lying in front of the window, Si Tu put his palms outside, feeling the cool autumn breeze.
"Master, I'm going to catch a cold."
A magnetic and deep voice sounded, but it lost its former spirit.
"Don't take my mother's words to heart."
Situ can guess what Aila can say.
It is nothing more than nobles and slaves, status and status.
Picking up the cloak from the clothes post in the room, Sam gently covered her with it.
"If the master doesn't care, I don't care."
His eyes fell on her white and tender neck, and Sasim's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
That presumptuous gaze would only come quietly when Si Tu turned his back to him.
Oh, don't you care
If you don't care, there will be ghosts, so the blackening value is in vain
Si Tu's room is on the third floor, through the bright window, he can overlook half of the royal city.
You can even see the slums at a glance.
The slum area and the aristocratic area are clearly separated, as if they are two straight lines that will never intersect.
"Sasim, what does the world you expect look like?"
Is it devastated and howling everywhere, or is it prosperous and peaceful, peaceful and prosperous.
But thinking of the doomsday in six months, Si Tu felt that this question was ridiculous.
The world has never treated him well, so what right does she have to ask him to repay evil with kindness.
It's not that she hasn't been to the arena, and the living conditions there don't allow him to have the slightest soft-heartedness.
Looking at the white pigeons flying by under the blue sky, Si Tu sighed,
"Forget it, this question is meaningless."
Following her line of sight, Sam was lost in thought, and blurted out,
"I don't have the world I expected. For me, whether this world is good or bad has nothing to do with me."
Because there is nothing to think about, there is nothing to love.
But looking at the depressed girl sitting in front of the window, there was a crack in Sasim's heart that had been frozen for many years.
He didn't want to make her sad.
Perhaps, her existence in this world can be reluctantly accepted.
"The world really is a mess."
Situ said in a low voice.
Classes are distinct, and people are divided into high and low from birth, and they can't even get rid of the shackles of identity for a lifetime.
Such a life has no meaning in existence.
"No, at least I met you, so it's not too bad."
She stretched out her hand at the moment of his life and death, and led him out of that cannibalistic hell.
Facing the morning sun, the young man had a pair of black eyes shining brightly, and his angelic face was pure and harmless.
She was a completely different person from Sasim who was covered in other people's blood in Si Tu's memory.
Feeling the hesitation in the host's heart, the system promptly sent warmth to the door.
[So the host wants to kill him?]
Sensing a scorching gaze on his fragile neck, Si Tu gritted his teeth.
[It should be done]
Those eyes were too dazzling, almost instantly, Si Tu fell into them.
"Has anyone ever said that your eyes are beautiful?"
Sasim bent over, white gloves touched her smooth cheeks, those eyes still exuded a unique charm.
The four eyes met, and Sasim was fascinated by those eyes that were like bright gemstones.
He is willing to go through fire and water for the owner of these eyes, no matter what.
Submit under her skirt, willing to be driven.
Slapping his hand away, Si Tu's eyes quickly recovered.
This guy is the reincarnation of a vixen, so he can seduce people.
System: Why don't you say that you lack concentration
"Is it pretty? That's not yours either!"
He said this before at the award ceremony in the main hall.
Heh, what's the use of being beautiful, no, she was strangled to death by him.
The warmth from the fingertips dissipated suddenly, and Samuel suddenly felt lost, his black eyes glowing with lost glazed brilliance.
"I'm going to rest."
As soon as he thought of the pain of suffocation, Si Tu didn't want to see him, and immediately issued an order to evict him.
Samuel got up slowly, and the tall figure walked out of the room.
Clickâthe door was closed.
Leaning his back against the cold wall, Sasim took off his white gloves, revealing the fingertips that touched Situ's cheek just now, his eyes dark.
The tip of her tongue licked her fingertips lightly, and it seemed that there was still a unique cold fragrance on her body.
His kitty pushed him away, which was really bad.
However, it was time for him to seriously consider Alice's suggestion.
Under the cover of night, the entire royal city was brightly lit, and the area where the nobles lived looked extremely lively.
The banquet hosted by Miss Agatha Beta almost invited all the nobles in the royal city.
Participating in banquets seems to have become a compulsory course for these nobles to pass the boring time.
Dozens of luxurious carriages were parked in front of Beta Manor.
Just one common part of the carriage is enough to buy a month's food for a poor family.
"This is Miss Situ's carriage, it looks magnificent."
Naturally, the so-called upper-class nobles are also divided into different classes.
The Magritte family was lucky to be at the front.
"Hey, why is there another car behind?"
The noble ladies chatted in low voices, full of curiosity.
"It is said that an unexpected visitor came to Magritte Manor two days ago. I guess this is her distant cousin."
The girl in the yellow dress feigned surprise and covered her mouth with a handkerchief,
"What kind of distant cousin, can't it be the illegitimate daughter of Earl Magritte?"
Distant relatives don't have the treatment to fit into their circle.
Alice being able to come to the banquet is enough to prove that her identity is not simple.
Naturally, all these whispers fell into Situ's ears.
Oh, do you have nothing else to do all day, so free
Sasim stepped out of the carriage first, and attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.
"Which noble's young master is this, why have I never seen it in Wangcheng?"
The girl's shyness and admiration are self-evident, but she was quickly ridiculed by the girl in the yellow dress,
"What young master, he is just a slave who crawled out of the arena."
Even if he changed his body and became a deacon, it still couldn't change the humble blood in his bones.
Sasim's lowered eyes were full of bloodthirsty dark light, but his wrist was wrapped in warmth.
Holding his wrist, Situ gracefully stepped out of the carriage with her skirt lifted.
No matter what time it is, her exquisite dress will always attract the attention of noble girls in the royal city, and a new trend will rise in the royal city
(end of this chapter)