After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Vincent turned his gaze away from the funeral home as if nothing had happened and returned to his previous calm demeanor.

Despite this, the funeral home keenly caught Vincent's gaze, but he did not raise his head because of it. He was still focused on the work in his hands, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

His long, pale fingers slowly traced across Vincent's ankle, causing a shudder.

Vincent's body trembled slightly involuntarily, but he did not say a word. He just stood there silently, like an exquisite sculpture, allowing the funeral home to manipulate him at will.

The undertaker's movements gradually became slower, and his breathing became heavier and more rapid.

He clearly felt that his heart, which had never been disturbed before, was beating at an alarming speed, as if it would break free from the constraints of his chest and jump out at any time.

As if he could no longer bear the impact of this strong emotion, he stood up suddenly and looked down at Vincent in front of him.

Vincent raised his head slightly and met the funeral home's fiery gaze.

At that moment, a barely perceptible smile flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" His voice was like the sound of nature, gentle yet mixed with a hint of teasing, as if he was deliberately making fun of the tension and uneasiness in the funeral home at the moment.

The undertaker took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart, and murmured, "..Ha...Don't tease me anymore, Vincent."

He stretched out his arms and held Vincent tightly in his arms without hesitation.

At the moment the two embraced each other, Funeral Home felt as if his body and mind were bathed in warm sunshine, and he received unprecedented redemption and comfort.

He sighed contentedly, and rubbed Vincent's soft head with his chin reluctantly. Then he lowered his head and looked at Vincent, who was motionless in his arms, tenderly, afraid to miss even the slightest change in expression on his face.

The two faces slowly approached each other, and time froze at this moment.

The air was filled with a tense and heated atmosphere, and the heartbeats were as clear as drums.

"Vincent... I love you..." Undertaker whispered softly, his voice filled with affection and longing.

Vincent stared quietly at the person in front of him without saying a word, but the faint smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly spread rapidly like ripples, and then disappeared in the gentleness of the two people gradually getting closer.

Vincent showed no intention of resisting. Instead, he raised his head obediently, stretched out his hands and gently embraced the undertaker's neck, making the already passionate kiss even more smooth and natural.

Everything around them seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the two of them immersed in this wonderful and ambiguous moment.

The deep eyes of the funeral house gradually seemed to be ignited, flashing with flames and full of strong aggression.

The dark aura that was inadvertently revealed tightly wrapped around Vincent.

Vincent did not feel fear. On the contrary, his body trembled involuntarily - this trembling did not come from fear, but from an indescribable excitement.

The undertaker slowly and gently held Vincent's face in his hands, as if protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and it seemed as if countless sparks burst out.

Vincent closed his eyes slightly, enjoying this long and all-consuming game and the wonderful feeling brought by this intoxicating kiss.

That's right, from a long time ago, he could clearly see the figure in the funeral home that no one else could see.

Perhaps it was because he had once had a close encounter with death, that unique experience made the memory of that cold embrace indelible in his mind.

As the years passed quietly, he grew up gradually, and witnessed and experienced more and more things.

However, no matter how the world changes, the funeral home always surrounds him and makes him unable to ignore it.

Day after day, year after year, as he watched the funeral home circling around him, a vile and bold idea suddenly came into his mind - he wanted to possess this man, no, the god of death.

He not only wanted the funeral home to be Vincent's private property, but also wanted to control everything about him.

That silent heart will beat violently because of him; those cold eyes will only see his figure from now on; that cold body will ignite with blazing flames because of his presence...

He wanted death to bow to him.

Vincent knows his own charm and advantages, and he is even more aware of his charming face.

He was well aware of the incredible destructive power this face possessed, and he didn't mind taking advantage of it.

On the surface, he ignored the funeral home, but whenever they were alone together, he would always, intentionally or unintentionally, reveal certain expressions that only the funeral home could capture.

The ambiguous and close manner touched the funeral home's heartstrings, causing the latter to fall into a state of confusion and bewilderment involuntarily.

When approaching him in the funeral home, Vincent turned his head seemingly nonchalantly. The distance between the two was so close that they could even clearly hear each other's light breathing...

On weekdays, Vincent always wears an impenetrable mask, but occasionally, when only Undertaker is around, he lets down his guard, revealing his true and vulnerable side, letting his deep weariness show without reservation...

Then, Vincent just watched the subtle emotional changes in the funeral home quietly, but did not take any special action to further promote or manipulate it.

After all, he had already won the battle, hadn't he?

Whenever night falls, feeling the suppressed and greedy gaze, Vincent, hidden in the quilt, can't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that is difficult to conceal.

Vincent caught a glimpse of a mirror placed not far away from the corner of his eye.

Although the mirror was covered by a thin layer of mist and looked a little hazy, I could still vaguely make out myself in the mirror, smiling and with pride and confidence in my eyes.

The winner of this game is destined to be him——Vincent...

All the noise and turmoil had been left behind, leaving only the strong and indissoluble love between them that continued to spread and grow...

Vincent could clearly feel the steady and powerful heartbeat and warm breath in the funeral house.

Although his body was cold, his breath was so hot, so hot that it seemed to ignite Vincent.

Death... also has a heartbeat...

The undertaker slightly loosened his grip on Vincent, and his slightly hoarse voice sounded so sexy and charming at this moment, as if it had a magical power that could bewitch people.

"Can I?"

"Of course." Vincent raised his hand and gently stroked the funeral home's sharp eyebrows and eyes as deep as pools of water. Every subtle movement seemed to be filled with endless love and tenderness.

Those amber peach blossom eyes seem to look at everyone with deep affection.

Vincent's eyes and eyebrows were filled with an intoxicating smile, as gorgeous and dazzling as the peach blossoms blooming in spring.

"This is the reward from the winner to the loser." He murmured softly.

Hearing these words, the breathing in the funeral home instantly became disordered. It was only a few seconds, but to him it seemed like a long time.

He laughed lowly, his laughter filled with indescribable joy.

The eyes of the funeral home, which were originally as deep as the sea, were now gradually being stained with a hint of madness.

He put a little force on the arm around Vincent's slender waist and lifted him up.

At the same time, the other hand was firmly placed on Vincent's back, allowing Vincent to gaze down at the completely exposed and heart-warming face in the funeral home from a condescending attitude.

Through the dim light, Vincent could clearly see the slightly crazy smile on the corner of the funeral home's mouth and the almost paranoid emotion hidden deep in his eyes.

Crystal clear water droplets continued to drip from Vincent's wet hair, like a string of broken pearls, but he didn't care about it at all, and didn't even raise his hand to wipe it.

He lowered his head slightly and pressed his forehead against the pillow in the funeral home.

"Take me..." Vincent's voice, as soft as a feather, sounded slowly.

Although the murmur was soft, it was no less seductive than the legendary siren's low moan. Every word and every tone exuded endless temptation, making the funeral house irresistible.

Faced with such a tempting invitation, the funeral home felt like a lonely sailor drifting on the vast ocean.

Although he knew in his heart that once he accepted this temptation, he would most likely end up in pieces, the uncontrollable desire deep in his heart made him willingly choose to sink, and he headed towards this dangerous and fascinating vortex without hesitation.

The pale, slender fingers of the undertaker tightened slightly, and the black death robe that was originally loosely worn on his body swayed slowly with his steps, and the silver lines on the robe that were flashing with strange light became faintly visible.

As he walked forward, the large robe of death seemed to be quietly blown away by an invisible wind and gradually disappeared into the air...

The funeral home seemed to hear Vincent's laughter, so soft that it was almost imperceptible.

From total darkness, faint light began to seep in through the heavy curtains, strands and strands of light...

Finally, the funeral home possessed the treasure that he had been dreaming of.

Those beautiful amber eyes were now covered with fine mist, just like the dewdrops condensed on the leaves in the forest in the early morning, crystal clear and adorable.

Vincent's somewhat immature reaction was totally unexpected by the funeral home.

No one knew Vincent better than him, and Vincent was disgusted by the chaotic behavior of the nobles.

Vincent always walked on the edge of these complicated things, watching the extravagance and decadence of the nobles with cold eyes.

It was precisely because he knew this that the funeral home never dared to hope that Vincent would respond to him.

Vincent...

The long silver hair that falls down cannot compare to that touch of jade white...

Vincent...

The legendary mermaids are not as beautiful as the soft, weeping hums...

This is a unique beauty that only he can appreciate; only he can glimpse the passionate heart hidden under Vincent's indifferent appearance.

There seems to be one common trait among non-human creatures – they never seem to know what tiredness is.

Vincent was in a trance and felt that he had gone too far.

I didn't expect everything in the funeral home to be so perverted...

Although he also likes this kind of extreme...but now he can't think of anything else...

The next morning, unlike usual, Vincent did not show up at the dinner table on time as usual.

This was understandable. After all, the grand banquet yesterday lasted until late at night. Both the servants and others knew that Vincent was immersed in a mixture of joy and fatigue.

Therefore, no one dared to disturb the newly appointed Count of Phantomhive.

The former old earl had already gone to another mansion of the Phantomhive family with his wife and daughter.

After all, now that power has been transferred, he really doesn't want to stay where he is and cause unnecessary trouble for his son.

Because of this, no one knew that within Count Phantomhive's room, tightly covered by heavy curtains and shielded from the outside sun, a drama even hotter and more intense than the blazing sun outside was unfolding...

"No... don't do this..." The voice with a faint cry tone mixed with some other sounds echoed in the room where it was so dim that nothing could be seen.

"For the last time... I promise you..." The deep male voice laughed softly, but the laughter seemed a little unclear.

Vincent tilted his head slightly, and crystal tears slid down his cheeks.

However, before the tears fell to the ground, a soft and warm kiss gently landed on the corner of his eyes, kissing away the tears that were about to fall.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally it was dinner time.

At this time, their extremely distinguished Earl slowly appeared in the restaurant.

Coincidentally, at this moment, one of the Earl's friends, the undertaker who was always known for his eccentricity, also came here to visit.

When the servants saw Mr. Undertaker, they immediately showed great enthusiasm, came forward to greet him, and carefully led him to his seat.

I don't know why, but everyone feels that the Earl seems different today than usual, as if he is a little angry.

In sharp contrast to this was the undertaker's slightly flattering smile.