What to do if your crush is the Earl

At three o'clock in the morning, Martin walked out of his lover's house, and there was no carriage carrying people on the road.

He walked slowly against the night wind.

On the corner of the street, a girl in a cheongsam, smoking a lady's cigarette, winked at him.

Martin ignored her, put his hand into his coat, and continued on his way.

But he didn't have much luck tonight.

"stop!"

Tafang District, where the three teachings and nine streams gather.

A cold knife reached his waist.

……

Suburban manor.

In the dark room, Xiao Sheng fell asleep beside the bed, and suddenly woke up from his dream.

The wind blows outside the window, and the shadows of the trees sway. After listening carefully, there is,

Footsteps? !

someone is coming! !

Xiao Sheng stood up in a hurry, staggered because he was curled up on the ground beside the bed for a long time, he supported his numb legs, thought for a while, and walked softly towards the door.

Just holding the doorknob and pulling it open, I bumped into the man who was about to come in!

"Why are you?" The low and lazy male voice was a little puzzled.

"First... sir..."

Xiao Sheng didn't know how to explain it. The next second, he gasped: "Are you...?!"

"Shut up!" Martin glared at him because he thought he was making a fuss, "Are you trying to call everyone over?"

He opened the door and whispered, "Come in."

When passing by, Xiao Sheng smelled the familiar scent of that person, and couldn't help sniffing nostalgically.

"Go find me a set of pajamas." Martin turned his back to him.

Xiao Sheng went as promised, and put the pajamas in front of the bed when he came back.

The wrinkled and torn coat was thrown aside by the owner, and Martin was wearing a shirt and unlined clothing, writing something on the desk in the bedroom.

Xiao Sheng just saw under the lamp that his hand was injured.

He walked over and saw blood oozing from the wound on Martin's right hand. The thin blood splattered along the pen and splashed two spots on the yellowed paper—and the man was still fast and non-stop. What is written.

Although he was used to Martin's attitude of not paying much attention to his body because of writing, Xiao Sheng still,

interrupted him,

Restrained and forbearing: "Sir."

"Huh?" Martin raised his head, and seemed to be looking at him slightly dissatisfied because he was still here, "What else do you want?"

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