The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Alan Stone didn't know that William Stone and Grace had developed a friendship, and he didn't know how much energy and time his brother had devoted to this unnamed sister.

He just happened to think of this former playmate—a gentleman in a trumpet likes to imitate the appearance of an adult, guarding around the reserved and noble ladies in a trumpet, but the self-esteem of a young man is not as tenacious as a real adult .Alan Stone was repeatedly frustrated by Helena O'Dole's reservedness, which made him miss the obedience and obedience he once enjoyed with Grace on a certain day.

They lived in the same manor, but Alan Stone didn't seem to have seen Grace much in the past three years.

The last memory he had of Grace was that extremely stuffy laundry room.The maid's thin body was hidden in the thick water mist, and she couldn't see her face clearly. She could only roughly tell that she was squatting.

The last conversation he had with his playmate three years ago was: "Why haven't I seen you lately?"

Grace's tired and weak voice came from behind the water mist: "I'm sorry, Master Allen, I have too many clothes to wash every day."

The laundry room was so hot that people began to sweat as soon as they entered, and the water mist made them breathless.

Alan Stone endured and asked, "Then when can you play with me?"

The sound of scrubbing and washing clothes, which had never stopped, paused for a moment, and then sounded regularly again.

Alan Stone couldn't wait for an answer, so his patience soon ran out, and he couldn't wait to escape from the harsh environment of the house.Since then, he never went to the basement where the servants lived and worked.

One day when he was 13 years old, Alan Stone thought of Grace again, went to the basement and grabbed a servant at random: "Where is the laundry room?"

But Grace wasn't in the laundry room, so he had to ask again: "Where's Grace?"

"That" Grace seemed to be well-known among the servants, and the maid who was questioned by him immediately understood who he was talking about, and took him to the kitchen.

The kitchen was not the place for a decent little gentleman like him, so he waited at the door and let the maid go in and call for someone.

A slender girl who was about the same height as him came out of the kitchen. The dirty apron did not make her look cumbersome, but because of her narrow waist, she looked extraordinarily tall and slender.

When the young maid came out of the kitchen, her gaze had long been locked on Alan Stone's face, but she didn't say a word, she just looked at him suspiciously.

Alan Stone recognized him as "that" Grace at a glance, but he couldn't believe it at all—that thin, withered Grace had grown into such a mature and beautiful appearance.

It was hard for him to accept that he actually saw in this humble maid the beauty that men only see in women.But he had to admit with difficulty that the maid's beauty was so obvious that he even forgot the nobleness of Helena Odor at that moment just now.

What made him most unacceptable was that the little maid who had been submissive and obedient to him was looking at him with such vigilant and resisting eyes at this moment.

She didn't salute, didn't even say "Master Ellen" as she used to.

She raised her white and small chin to her former master, and glared at him with her pair of green, cat-like ghostly eyes: "This is not the place for you to come."