The clean white door was slowly pushed open, and the soft light in the room poured out from the ever-expanding gap in the door, until the bedroom was completely presented in Asa's eyes.
The main color of the room is also white, pure white furniture, pure white ceiling, mixed with exquisite silver decorations—
Asa only glanced at it, then turned his head to look at Samael meaningfully, then turned his head and walked towards the door at the end of the darkness.
"This room is reserved for you, Mr. Samuel with a girlish heart." When turning the doorknob, he added, "You don't have to thank me so much—" The words that were not finished were choked in the throat after opening the door .
Asa turned his head suddenly, and pointed at the open door in disbelief, "Why is this room also like this?" The place pointed by his finger was a simple and elegant white cabinet.
Two rooms with wide-open doors faced each other, and the decoration was not bad at all, just like looking in a mirror.
Samael smiled and said, "It would be an honor for me to sleep in the same room as my master." His tone was respectful, and the admiration in his eyes almost made Asa believe it was true.
"In fact, they are indeed connected internally, so that we can provide you with more comprehensive services." Samuel raised his brows, and the corners of his mouth widened slightly.
Asa twitched the corners of her lips, raised her eyebrows noncommittally, turned and walked into the door.
The uncontrolled door slowly closed.
— click.
The black-painted door was closed, blocking the view from the other end of the corridor.
Samael didn't move, leaning against the pure white door frame as if waiting for something.
The opposite door was shut in less than ten minutes.
It was opened violently with a "wow", and hit the wall with a "clang" and bounced back.
Asa in the room looked a bit ugly, the hem of his clothes was ripped out, and the buttons were buttoned indiscriminately.
He was still holding a pair of trousers that had been dragged to the ground.
Samael stood up straight when he saw the other party, and pushed open the half-closed door sideways, "My dear master, all your clothes are in this room."
"Push! Pedal! Pedal!"
Asa's face was black and he had no excuses, walking barefoot and stomping on the floor loudly—
Well, how to express your dissatisfaction? Samuel smiled silently.
"clang"
Asa walked into the white-painted door, closed the door without looking back, and blocked the man who was a head taller than him at the door. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the trousers he was still pinching in his hands, the trousers he was wearing that could be used as a mop—
There was a rhythmic knock on the door, and the man at the door said in a calm and unhurried voice, "Master, you took my pants, I don't think they fit you."
"Return it to you! Mr. stingy butler." The door was opened with a snap, and the crumpled pair of trousers in his hand was stuffed into the opponent's hand, and Asa quickly retracted his head.
He will go crazy if he doesn't take a bath again!
Opening the door of the clothes room, the clothes that fit his figure were carefully matched and hung neatly; the leather shoes were carefully sorted and placed.
Asa took off a set of matching clothes, and a fresh scent of soap wafted into his nostrils.
Um? washed—
Is that the man who washed it too
Imagining the scene when the tall man carefully prepared these things, Asa suddenly felt that Mr. Samuel seemed not bad.
After all, they didn't know each other before, and the other party has no obligation to do this for themselves, while they
— Not even qualified to enjoy everything here.
If he was still suspicious of Samael's motives, his caution and vigilance dissipated when he saw the carefully prepared clothes and shoes.
If a person approaches with a purpose, it is impossible to do so well in the details, such as new clothes that need to be cleaned; such as drawn curtains that fit perfectly; and these clothes that fit perfectly—
Asa stood in front of the cabinet for a while with a complicated expression, clutched the flat shirt in his hand, turned and went into the bathroom.
The entire wall of the bathroom was covered with clean mirrors. Asa stood expressionlessly in front of the mirrored wall, slightly raised his chin and unbuttoned it.
The corners of the teenager's eyes in the mirror are slightly upturned, and the narrow eyelashes are covered with narrow light-colored eyelashes, and he is doing the same movement as him at this moment—
The shirt was taken off and thrown on the ground, the snake-shaped gemstone refracted cold light under his collarbone, exactly the same as the statue downstairs.
Asa Leng stared at himself in the mirror coldly. Only now did he have the opportunity to look at himself carefully. After taking off his clothes, his figure was not as thin as when he was wearing clothes. Instead, his well-defined bones made him look tall and sharp, slender and straight When her legs are closed together, she looks like a reserved sword blade; her well-proportioned skin is wrapped in pale skin, and this whiteness makes the light-colored blond hair on top of her head shine.
Throwing his trousers on the ground, Asa stepped into the bathtub, his body slowly slid down, the water swallowed his body inch by inch, soothing his tired nerves.
But he never looked at the mirror, or himself in the mirror, because—
Apart from his name, even this skin made him feel extremely strange, whether it was short blond hair or pupils the color of the sea, he was not familiar with it.
Is this really himself
Asa, am I you
The moderately hot and cold running water wrapped his skin, Asa's brain gradually emptied, and the bitterness caused by the blank memory in his heart quietly faded away.
The sweet orange shampoo made Asa frown, but he squeezed it into the bath pou anyway. The blood stains on his body were washed, and the pores all over his body were stretched out. It was not until the skin of his fingers was soaked and wrinkled that Asa ended the cleaning with satisfaction.
—wow
Asa stood up from the bathtub, and the water droplets rolling off his body formed a string of water curtains. The moment he turned around, Asa caught a glimpse of the mirror and was stunned—
On the young man's back reflected in the mirror, three pairs of blood-red wings were engraved. The blood wings covered a large area, the uppermost wings occupied his butterfly bones, and the feathers of the lowermost pair of wings even spread to his waist.
The texture of each feather on the back is clear and distinct, the blood red against the pale skin, abrupt but not inconsistent, just like—
It should have been here.
Asa's pupils shrank fiercely, staring closely at the pattern on his back, a strange burning sensation overflowed from the apex of his heart, and heat poured straight into his brain through the spine.
Last night, the pain of the butterfly bone being crushed and shattered seems to come up again, it is the same position.
Drops of water kept rolling off his body, and the water in the bathtub was heated by the bathtub countless times.
Asa still stood motionless, until the burning sensation in his brain slowly faded, then he picked up one bath towel and wrapped it around his back, blocking the pattern that made his heart throb.
Wiping off the water stains on his body, Asa put on his shirt unhurriedly, facing himself in the mirror, and buttoned it up to his throat with a blank expression.
In any case, he must get familiar with his skin as soon as possible—
After carefully checking the clothes on his body, Asa walked out of the bathroom in peace.
"Why are you here?" As soon as he went out, he saw a tall black-haired man beside his bed, holding a tray in his hand.
"I think it's time for you to eat." Only then did Asa see that the wine glass on the dark tray contained dark red thick blood. Well, very fresh.
Asa covered her hair with a towel, looked directly at Samuel's neck and licked her sharp teeth, "I thought you would let me drink your special blood."
"This is indeed my blood." Samuel put the tray on the table and smiled, "Or does the master want to drink it directly? Well, just like when you had breakfast."
Asa paused for licking his teeth, and asked with a frown, "Did you bleed yourself?" She looked around him suspiciously.
"Yes, master, do you want to see it?" Samuel lowered his head and took off his white gloves, revealing a slender wrist bone with a light pink healed tender meat, which was obviously new growth.
"..." Asa moved his lips, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he asked after a while, "Will the scars disappear?" The man's neck healed as before under his eyes in the morning.
"That can only be done by the saliva of the blood race, and I can only heal to this extent." After speaking, he shook his wrist, Samuel's eyebrows drooped, and his expression of regret was just right.
"The saliva of the blood race?" Asa repeated it, took off the bath towel and walked in front of the other party, picked up the cup and took a sip of the liquid in it, "I thought you should teach the common sense of the blood race to me when I was young." Drinking the scarlet liquid in the goblet.
The sweet blood slid down his throat, and Asa curled up his tongue lingeringly to lick the sweetness left on his tongue, "But Mr. Steward's blood is as delicious as ever."
Samuel bent down and used his fingertips to wipe off a circle of blood on the opponent's upper lip, and said with a chuckle, "My blood is special, my master."
Asa was taken aback by the opponent's actions, turned his head uncomfortably, and asked calmly: "There is something strange on my back. Well, I mean the blood-red pattern."
"That is probably the proof that you signed a contract with the darkness, and you are the real dark race."
Asa raised his eyebrows, he didn't fully believe the other party's words, but he didn't ask anything back.
He raised the cup and drank the blood in one gulp, and the tip of his tongue grinded his palate. Asa said seriously, "You don't need to bleed from now on." , It will be fresher to drink directly.”
"Yes, master." The tone was still plain and elegant, but Asa raised his eyes to look at him. Was he too quick in agreeing? Shouldn't blood slaves hate being bitten? Like yesterday's gravekeeper—
Um? There seems to be something wrong...
When Asa was in a daze, Samuel took the cup from his hand and reminded: "Master, I have arranged a class for you tonight, learning how the blood eats and how to choose who to eat."
"Huh? Why don't you just bite your neck open and inhale directly?" Asa looked at the other side with his head tilted and asked seriously.
"Of course it's not that simple. That way of eating is too rough. You are a gentleman."
Asa tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked, "Who is the teacher who teaches? Is he also a blood race?"
Samuel pretended to be mysterious with a smile, and smiled with his lips curled up: "You will know when the time comes, then I won't bother you." After speaking, he held up the tray and turned to walk towards the door.
—Click, the soft light in the room was turned off, and the whole room was swallowed by darkness after the door was locked.
Asa lay on his back on the bed, his body slowly sank into the velvet quilt.
I'm still busy at night, so let's take a break—
Just when he was drowsy and about to fall asleep, the door was opened again. Someone walked into the bathroom from the door, then walked to the bedside and bent down to his ear and whispered, "Master, if you don't Go to bed after brushing your teeth, and if your teeth get decayed, you can’t eat.”
Asa turned over, lying on the bed and replied in a muffled voice, "Then you can bleed me again."
Samuel's hand holding the dirty laundry basket froze, raised his hand to support his forehead, and walked out with his lips pursed.
On the wrist covered by the white glove, a light-colored scar quickly faded and healed until it could no longer be seen—
In fact, this is not bad, isn't it