you turned on the love game

"Margot?"

The maid who was cleaning the room gave Hisoka a strange look, "Where did you know this name?"

Hisoka pinched the dart and hit the red heart with a "snap". Instead of answering the maid's question directly, he dragged his voice and continued to ask: "What's wrong? Is there something that can't be said?"

"No, it's just that few people mention it again. After all, it's something that makes the eldest lady sad." The maid explained to Hisoka while cleaning, and then turned to face him, "Speaking of which, aren't you just..."

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end in Hisoka's indifferent eyes.

"Huh? Isn't that what I am?"

He raised the corners of his mouth emotionlessly.

The maid opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say the phrase "You are brought back because the eldest lady thinks you look like it", and turned to talk about Margot.

"Margot is a scarlet wolf monster with fiery red fur and golden eyes. It was rescued by the eldest lady when she was very young, and has remained by her side ever since."

"No one can get close to it except the eldest lady. It is very vigilant and does not need to be fed. It will go to the forest to find food by itself, and come back at night to guard outside the eldest lady's room."

"It is the most loyal guard of the eldest lady."

Speaking of this, the maid showed nostalgia in her eyes, "The young lady was the happiest in those years, but it's a pity that later..."

Hisoka listened quietly, without speaking.His fingers kept flipping the dart up and down, and there was an unpredictable smile on his lips.

"By the way..." the maid said with a smile, "Margot really likes to dig into the flower bushes around the manor. Every time she rubs the purple pandan all over her body, she will go to the eldest lady, and the eldest lady will help her hold the flowers while picking flowers." explain……"

"It's all the fragrance of flowers." Hisoka suddenly answered.

The maid was surprised: "How do you know?"

Hisoka covered his face and laughed strangely. The youthful voice that should have been crisp and clear was inexplicably gloomy. Then he squeezed the dart tightly with his right hand and threw it towards the dart board on the wall——

"Snapped!"

The arrows drove deep into the planks.

Dark night.

The hazy moonlight poured down through the thick clouds.

There are only a few patrolling light sources left in the manor standing in the deep mountains, a few wisps of moonlight seep into the room at the end of the fourth floor, and a small figure sits cross-legged on the cold floor.

A poker tower was piled up in front of the figure, which was as high as his knees. It looked precarious, and he kept adding cards to it.

Finally, the last two card frames formed the tip of the tower at the very top, and the little hand who built the poker tower himself pushed forward——

The rattling sound of scattered pieces of cardboard can be heard endlessly.

He lowered his head and laughed twice, got up and walked to the mirror, staring at the self with fiery red hair in the mirror, his eyes slowly wandered to the two clown stickers on his cheeks.

Red stars, green water droplets.

The corners of his raised mouth were gradually pressed down. He looked at it blankly for a while, and when he touched the sticker with his fingers, he suddenly smelled the faint scent of roses from his fingertips—it was the scent of that woman.

The movement that originally wanted to tear off the sticker was paused, but it was pressed twice heavily instead.

The light is very dark, and the clown stickers at night look darker than during the day, giving it a scary ghostly feel.

Hisoka put his hands on the mirror, pressed his body up suddenly, and his face was straight in front of the mirror.He stared at the dark golden eyes in the mirror, with a creepy smile on his lips.

"Ha ha……"

The night wind suddenly passed through the balcony, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains were blown heavily by the wind, blocking all sight in the bedroom.

After a few seconds, the curtain slowly fell.

The room was empty.

Hisoka stepped on the corridor with bare feet, without making the slightest sound while walking, and was still holding a few poker cards in his hands and playing them over and over again.

The faint light source was embedded in the wall, and it was barely possible to see the way ahead.The shadow was stretched long, almost blending into the pitch-black environment, and he walked in this huge manor like a ghost.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

Hisoka looked at the person coming, his pupils dilated slightly, he stopped playing poker suddenly, and licked his lips with interest.

what……

It's the bodyguard who came back from vacation.

——It is said that he is the strongest person here.

He grinned silently, and when he was about to walk towards the bodyguard, the figure disappeared in a flash, as if he had never appeared before.

"..." Ah, ran away.

The aroused interest just disappeared in an instant, Hisoka lowered his face, curled his lips boredly, and continued to walk towards the original destination, and stopped in front of the door of a certain room after a few steps.

But he didn't open the door immediately. Instead, he put his hand on the doorknob and turned his head slightly to ask the man hiding in the darkness.

"Won't you stop me?"

There is no habit of maids keeping watch at night in the manor. Usually, when the personal bodyguard named Bijima does not come back, there will be ordinary bodyguards patrolling the room.But now that he's back, he's in charge of the interior.

Hisoka raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes searched repeatedly in the surrounding darkness, trying to find the hidden man, his tone was full of malice.

"Aren't you her bodyguard? I'm going in..."

No response.

The man was not provoked by him.

This attitude is like confirming that Hisoka is not a danger from the outside world, and then skipping him directly.

Hisoka let out a snort, and pushed open the door.

The curtains are open, and the soft moonlight pours through the glass windows into the room, and a sleeping woman is lying on the soft queen-sized bed.

The sound of the room door being opened did not wake her up at all, or she was completely defenseless against such a thing, and her body wrapped under the bed quilt rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

The light blue bed covered most of the face, and the long black hair flowed down the pillow to the mattress, and the ends of the hair swayed gently in the touch of the breeze, giving off a different sense of leisure.

Hisoka walked into the room and looked coldly at the sleeping person on the bed.

This picture...

Harmony is disturbing.

Her room was covered with fluffy carpets, and she didn't feel cold when she stepped on them barefoot, but felt wrapped in warm softness.

Hisoka walked slowly to the bed, staring down at the man.

The hair at the back of the head was parted in the middle, exposing a section of snow-white neck.Slender, fragile, as if it could be broken with just a little force-with the strength of his current hand.

Thinking of this, he also stretched out his hand.

The fingers that looked a little pale under the moonlight fell on her neck, and the weak and delicate touch hit the heart directly, and a trace of dark and unclear emotions quickly flashed across the heart, and the five fingers did not use force for a long time.

"Hisso?"

The person whose neck was held by him woke up, called his name in a daze, stretched out his hand hidden in the quilt and put it on the back of his hand, after holding it, he took his hand and stuffed it into the quilt.

"Your hands are so cold."

He didn't ask why he was here, nor what he wanted to do, the first thing he did was to stuff his hands into the quilt to keep warm.

Hisoka laughed silently.

Let her hold his hand and sit next to her.The other hand placed the playing cards neatly on the mattress, drew out a heart card, and raised the corner of his mouth higher.

"Aren't you afraid?"

The sharp-edged card was held between his fingers, and he shook it back and forth against her neck from the air, every angle could directly penetrate her flesh and blood.

The action looks like a threat.

"Now... I can kill you directly..."

The raised voice made it hard to tell if it was a joke or the truth.

He was always like this, and when he said something, he was both true and false.

The woman just opened her eyes sleepily and looked at him, the blue-purple eyes had a deep feeling in the dark night.

Like a vortex in the deep sea, but she herself is not a threat.

"You won't." She smiled lazily, "If you kill me, you won't be able to escape, and you will also die here."

Hisoka snorted casually, "Well, that's right..."

She blinked triumphantly at first, and then asked, "Why did you suddenly think of this? Is it why you are unhappy?"

Immediately afterwards, her gaze swept to his cheek, and her hand followed naturally, and she paused slightly when her fingers touched the stickers of stars and water droplets, "Is it because of this?"

Hisoka lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the hand.

During the day, it touched the end of his eyes, triggering an unprecedented, weird tremor.

It is directly transmitted from the corner of the eye to the cerebral cortex, almost touching the soul.

His head moved slightly, almost following his body's instincts, tilting his head to lean on this hand.

--fine.

Just "almost".

The woman didn't hear his response, and frowned in distress, her thumb lightly brushed the clown decal on his face, raising a faint itch.

But she didn't notice it, and continued talking on her own.

"If you don't like it..."

He suddenly reached out and pressed her wrist.

irritable...

Even more irritable than when she was lying on the bed sleeping soundly just now.

The boy sitting on the bed straightened up slowly, that immature and beautiful face looked extraordinarily gloomy under the moonlight, and the dark golden pupils seemed to be wrapped in a cloud of dark emotions that could not be seen clearly.

Facing the thin dim light, Hisoka took out the hand that she had stuffed under the bed, and pressed it on her arm as well, calling her name for the first time in a sticky tone——

She is not the "Miss" commonly used in this manor.

It's her name.

"Lucia..."

The young boy with exquisite eyebrows and eyes raised the corners of his mouth, but his eyes suddenly sank, his smile was as cold as a snake entrenched in the shadows in the rainforest.

He leaned close to her ear, with the tip of his hair hanging down her neck, and the tip of his nose could touch her chin with a slight movement.

His breath was full of a rose scent stronger than his fingertips.

"I would like to know……"

His voice was so low that it was almost breathless, and he murmured intimately and maliciously in this silent space.

"You're always looking through me, what are you looking at?"