Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

Mo Heng bluntly stated his intentions to the guards: "I have some foreign delicacies here. I originally brought them to the Earl as a gift, and now I'm giving them to the young master as well. If you don't mind, could you take me to meet the young master?"

The guard's first reaction was to refuse. The Earl had ordered that the young master not be allowed to meet the distinguished guests, and he couldn't knowingly violate that order.

However, when he looked up again, he noticed that the gentle gentleman had unknowingly pressed his cane against his neck. The murderous intent emanating from the cane was very real. Although the cane hadn't actually touched him, he still felt the pain deep in his soul. The guard believed that if he said "no" now, he would lose his head.

"Isn't it possible?" The gentleman's eyes were gentle and he frowned slightly. It was unclear whether he was distressed by the guard's hesitation or because he was worried that the guard's blood would stain his dress.

The guard dared not hesitate and shook his head decisively, then nodded. He stared intently at the crutch beside his neck, his eyeballs trembling.

[So you can threaten NPCs? I'll try next time.]

[Friendly reminder from experienced people: be careful when imitating! NPCs are not fools. Why should they listen to you if they can beat them? An NPC may not die if their head is cut off. They are not afraid of that!]

Poor little guys, the big leg they just held onto is about to leave them.

[When the boss heard the name "young master", his eyes lit up. I don't believe him when he said he didn't care.]

[Don't be so fussy about CP here, okay? If you're capable, why don't you go to a dungeon and do it?]

"I do want to, but A-level dungeons aren't that interesting. I haven't been there in over a year."

[The main reason is that the barrier inside is turned on, and the props for forced entry are useless, so I can't get in]

[If I had known earlier that there was a good-looking boy in this dungeon, I wouldn't have given him a chance.]

[What's so good about a stinky man? Come into my arms! ]

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Other viewers seemed to realize that some real big shots had sneaked into the live broadcast room, and the number of barrages decreased significantly. They hoped that their fight would not hurt innocent people like them.

They can't afford to offend any of the big guys at the top of the pyramid.

"Young Master, we meet again."

Chu Jun opened the door and was slightly surprised to see Mo Heng standing at the door.

He just asked the guard to bring him some snacks, but he actually brought Mo Heng back for him. His guard is really...

What a sweet little cotton-padded jacket!

"Please come in." Chu Jun's eyes fell on the tray in Mo Heng's hand. He did not refuse the guest and let Mo Heng in.

The young master had already changed into the inner layer of his dress. The pure white shirt matched his skin tone very well, and the belt was tight around his slender waist. It was a pity that his trousers covered his ankles, so Mo Heng couldn't see the anklet hanging on Chu Yun's foot.

"Why are you the one delivering the food?"

The tray contained dried meat, which was a small snack that was not in line with aristocratic etiquette. However, Chu Jun did not care about it and just picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It tastes so bland..." After chewing it twice, Chu Jun felt that the taste was just average, so he had to swallow it reluctantly without even looking at the tray.

"Young Master, don't you like it?" Mo Heng took Chu Jun's expression into his eyes and asked with a smile.

Chu Jun rolled his eyes. It would be strange to like meat jerky that has no saltiness at all, right?

However, Mo Heng misunderstood Chu Jun's meaning and silently noted in his little notebook that the young master did not like meat.

"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet, why are you here?" Chu Jun sat on the sofa, his hands on the backrest, his legs crossed, looking at Mo Heng.

"I happened to be in the kitchen when I heard it was the young master ordering food, so I came over. The young master said before that he was looking forward to seeing me again, and so was I."

A gentleman should speak in a pleasant way. Chu Jun felt comfortable listening to it anyway.

'Who doesn't like a puppy that comes to you right away?'

"In that case, Mr. Mo, could you please help me clean up the house? I don't like others touching my things, and I just messed up the closet."

As soon as Chu Yun finished speaking, a new task appeared in front of Mo Heng.

[Side Quest: Young Master's Request]

Mo Heng's gaze fell on Chu Jun with doubt for a second, and then he quickly retracted his gaze: "Of course."

"Is he really an NPC?"

Because of the emergence of system tasks, Mo Heng's previous speculation was naturally overturned.

He originally thought that Chu Jun might be a "traitor" in the main system who had accidentally developed an independent consciousness. If he could control this young man, he might be able to get to the core program of the main system through him.

However, it now seems that the copy mission corresponds to his commission, and the main system is still able to control this young master. Then the little bit of young man's spiritual energy he saw before may also be simulated by the main system for him to see.

Such thoughts made Mo Heng feel irritated. It felt as if something he loved was tainted by something he had always hated.

Mo Heng's mind was full of thoughts, but he remained expressionless as he followed Chu Jun to his cloakroom.

The large cloakroom was indeed a mess, just as the young master had said. Dresses, pajamas, and casual clothes were all mixed together. It would take some effort to sort it out.

Chu Jun was very satisfied when he saw Mo Heng's embarrassment: "It's not so easy to get a wife!"

The tasks issued by the system are not very restrictive for Mo Heng. Even if he fails to complete them and receives some system punishment, it will not hurt him at all.

However, when Mo Heng caught a glimpse of the young master's proud look, he somehow started to help clean up.

The fabrics of the young master's clothes are very soft and feel very comfortable to the touch.

Mo Heng stood in the pile of clothes and smelled the faint fragrance of flowers. The fragrance was gentle yet cold, making him feel as if he was in an uninhabited snow-capped mountain, but he saw a wooden house in the distance with a light on for him.

The principle that "good people are often bullied" still applies to Mo Heng.

Seeing that he was packing his clothes obediently, Chu Jun started to give him instructions.

"You can't put this here. I like it. Put it in the cabinet over there!"

"That shirt and these pants don't go together. You hung them up by mistake!"

"I just wore this pajamas. Please take it to the laundry room for me when you get out!"

"Can you clean up? You're not virtuous at all!"

Mo Heng listened to Chu Yun's accusations with a smile, his smile did not change at all, and he looked like a soft bun.

Chu Jun talked for a while and then said that he was thirsty. He sat next to Mo Heng with a cup of tea and watched him clean up.

"Young Master, the ground is cold." Mo Heng finally spoke at this time.

"It's not cold!" Chu Jun was unmoved.

"Then young master, please sit on this?" Mo Heng sighed helplessly, and took out a cushion from somewhere in his hand. It was made of velvet and looked warm. It was definitely better than sitting on the ground before.

This time, Chu Jun looked at the cushion he suddenly held in his hand and couldn't play the blind man: "Can you do magic?"

"I know a little bit." Mo Heng said as he met the boy's obsidian eyes.

Only he was reflected in the boy's eyes. At this moment, for some reason, Mo Heng felt relieved.

"NPCs, whatever."

The smile on Mo Heng's lips grew gentler. He pretended to hold his cane and waved it as if it were a magic wand. "What kind of flowers do you like, young master?"

"Do you want to conjure it up for me?" Seeing Mo Heng nod, Chu Jun thought about it seriously, and the bouquet of roses on the bedside table appeared in front of him, "Roses..."

Xue Lianhua guessed that Mo Heng couldn't transform, so Chu Jun didn't make things difficult for him.

"As it happens, I do have a bouquet of roses here that I want to give to the young master."