my devil butler

Three months have passed since the fire, and somewhere in the bustling and beautiful city of Paris, a castle-like mansion is located in a quiet place in this bustling street city.

On the second floor of the mansion, Jiulan was holding a bouquet of roses and putting them in a vase. Every two days, he would change the flowers in the vase and clean the room thoroughly.

It's already night, and before he knew it, he had already plugged in the flowers for a whole day, just plugged in and saw that the shape was wrong, then pulled out and plugged in again.

"Master, it's time for bathing." Jiulan took a look at the timetable from her pocket, then inserted the flowers in her hand, got up and walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and hugged Fengyue who had been sleeping on the bed. Get up and walk out of the room.

When passing by the hall, Mingchuan Qianmei and the others had already prepared dinner, and they would habitually prepare breakfast and dinner every day, in case Fengyue suddenly woke up hungry.

The shower room is full of water mist, which is the water vapor evaporated by the hot water, which was prepared by Ophea just now.

"Master, I have to say that it is difficult for me to take you to take a bath when you are asleep, but in the past three months, I have gotten used to it." Jiulan still smiled and gently rubbed Fengyue's body, the soft The feel hasn't changed over the years.

"Whether you are asleep or awake, your body is still soft, just like the soft ankles of a well-behaved cat, which is better than the fine cotton."

After bathing, seeing that he still didn't show signs of waking up, Nagawa Qianmei and the others vented their anger again. The carefully prepared dinner was wasted.

Back in the dormitory, Jiulan put him on the head of the bed, using the soft pillow as a backrest, let him half sit and half lie down, took out one of his hands and rubbed him gently.

"Master, if you don't wake up, your body will not be able to take it anymore." Jiulan lowered her head and rubbed gently. His young master was like a vegetable. Since the last call that night, he has never woken up again. After exercising, he was afraid that he would have trouble walking when he woke up, and his muscles would be stiff from sleeping, so he repeated these tasks every day.

After all this work was completed, two hours had passed. During these two hours, Jiulan said a lot, such as a story. Every day when he was bored, he would tell a story to the sleeping Fengyue. These stories are all from their own personal experience.

"Master, good night..." Jiulan held the candle lamp in her right hand, bowed to Fengyue who was still asleep on the bed, then turned around and was about to leave.

And at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his left hand, and a familiar voice sounded, although it was very hoarse: "Don't go..."

Hearing these two simple words, Jiulan was stunned. He thought about Fengyue waking up many times, and when he got up, he punished him and then discarded him, and when he got up, he slapped him. Angrily punishing him for not protecting him well at the time, thinking that he might have forgotten everything when he got up, seeing him was like looking at a stranger, thinking of him...

"Young master, don't worry, I will always be here." This sentence was uttered out of habit. He had said these words several times in the past 11 years, but he didn't know that when he said it this time, it was so It feels more meaningful than ever.

"What happened to Jiulan, my head is in a mess." Fengyue looked at Jiulan who was about to turn around, and didn't let go of her hand. When he woke up just now, he subconsciously wanted to grab something. He heard Jiulan's voice, and feeling the distant candlelight, every time he falls asleep at night, he hates this feeling the most, feeling that everything has left him.

"It's okay, just take a rest first." Jiulan turned around and put the candle back on the table, squatting half-kneeling beside the bed, never letting go of Fengyue's hand, he could see that Fengyue's purple color was like a jewel His dark pupils reflected himself, but what Fengyue reflected in his dark pupils was darkness and turbidity.

"Where is this place?" Fengyue asked again, and it was the question that Jiulan was most afraid of hearing. Sure enough, his young master lost his memory...

However, he still remembered himself, this was something that made him feel happy and thankful, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he still wanted to test Fengyue with a fluke mind, and answered: "Paris."

"Paris... I seem to have heard of it, I remember..." As she spoke, Fengyue thought about it for a few seconds, but still couldn't figure it out, her head was in a mess, and she knocked on her head in pain.

"Don't knock, I'm afraid you'll forget everything if you knock again." Jiulan hastily stopped Fengyue's meaningless actions. She just woke up and didn't remember anything. If she knocked twice, maybe even he would forget it too.

And Fengyue's tone was a bit bitter, and the final answer was just like Jiulan's conjecture: "I can't remember."

"It's okay, the young master still remembers me, you take a rest first, I'll go down and prepare supper for you." Jiulan said, she let go of Fengyue's hand with some reluctance, turned and left the room.

Fengyue shook her right hand, Jiulan's remaining warmth was still in his hand, he had been holding him just now, he didn't even notice...