The Sin of Ludwigs

"Of course I'm smart, it's not for you to tell me, although I don't know what you think I need to use it for." Since he couldn't see it, I pouted, rolled my eyes, and said angrily: "Now can you let me go? If you have the desire to scare people, you can tell stories to four or five-year-old children or those innocent girls. I think they will jump on you screaming." A romantic story in my arms. As for me, I am more happy to go back to the garden to bask in the sun."

Although I don't understand why Earl Ian would use his own brother to make such a joke, if it is just to scare me and say that this spread may have a bad impact on the reputation of the Higgs family, then I It can only be said that Earl Ian's image of a libertine in my heart has deepened.Of course, I won't spread what he said, but instead of arguing with him about the truth of the matter here, it's better to go back to the small garden with warm sunshine for a walk, and have delicious snacks Eat, ah yes, I don't know if Lily is back, if the pudding is ready, then this girl may be looking for me everywhere!

Not only did Ian not let go of me, but he held me even tighter.

"The cattle and sheep led into the slaughterhouse don't know that they are going to be in trouble until the butcher's knife is swung down, and they can't run away when they know it; my clever little Edmund is the same, he can't see clearly what is going on in front of him." The smooth road is still trapped, and the hunter is regarded as a good friend."

I can't be bothered to listen to his continued threats.

"You can say whatever you want, can you let me go first?"

Ian is now holding me in a hug from behind that looks very intimate, but in fact his arms are pressing down on my arms and clasping my whole body tightly. In this case, my arms I couldn't make any effort at all, I could only try to break apart the hand he held on to me at the waist.

This pose is really ambiguous!To those who don’t know the inside story, it looks like cheating. If Elvis sees it, they will probably misunderstand—no, cheating or not. I am not a woman, and I am forcibly controlled by Ian , why should you care what Elvis thinks when he sees it?

"Are you afraid that Elvis will punish you when he sees me hugging you?" Ian seemed to see my thoughts, he deliberately put his chin on my shoulder, and spoke gently in my ear. The thermal air brushed my ears: "Just like I did in Kollek before, tie you up? Ah, and that mask, you seem to be most afraid of that, has that guy ever used it on you? Or is it interesting for lovers? The whipping game, like those ascetics whipping themselves? It's exciting to think about it, I still remember the first time I met you whipping you, honestly, Ludwig, when you were afraid to cry It looks more delicious than the sweetest fruit."

"You think everyone is as perverted as you!" Unable to break free from his shackles, and listening to him getting more and more unbearable, the evaluation buried in my heart just blurted out.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I immediately regretted it, and my intuition-it was terrible!

Ian let go of me suddenly, and before I could react, the world spun around for a while. When I came back to my senses, the back of my head had already come into intimate contact with the carpet on the floor. Although I subconsciously defended myself, It was still so painful that I gasped.

Ian half-kneeled with his knees on mine, and one hand on my collarbone—seriously, looking at his expression, I doubt that he actually wanted to strangle me to death by pressing my neck.

He looked down at me condescendingly.

"What did you just say? Say it again?"

I took a breath and looked at him hard.

"Do you think Elvis is as perverted as you?" I've already said it anyway, so I just repeated it clearly and seriously.

"well……"

Ian looked very angry with me, his chest was heaving violently.

"It seems that Elvis pampers you very much. He saw me like a quail before, but now he has the courage to talk to me like that. Why, do you think that with his backing, I can't touch you?"

"Beatrix, can't you move? Just treat me as another her." Being so suppressed by him, and with the shadow of being treated like that by him before, it would be a lie to say that you don't panic , but I still stiffened my mouth and used Beatrix as a shield.

Hearing Beatrix's name, Ian suddenly frowned. He took a deep breath and calmed down, then lowered his eyes and stared at me thoughtfully. At that moment, he looked like Elvis They look very much alike when they're not talking.

"I can't move her and I can't move her are two different things—but if you don't tell me, I really forgot." He said slowly, with a bit of gnashing of teeth in his voice, "Beatrix is I asked to come over from that guy, since you are willing to compare yourself to her, then I will ask you to come here too, and then just treat you like her."

My mind suddenly buzzed.

"What crazy words are you talking about!" I pulled his hand hard, but it couldn't be pulled at all: "What do you think I am, do you think you are just asking for any item!"

"Essentially speaking, there is no difference between asking him for a slave and asking him for an item. If he is not willing, I will just pick a few new ones for him. Of course, if he doesn't mind, I don't mind either. Mind sharing."

I glared at him.

"I'm not a slave. I'm a viscount personally appointed by the Grand Duke of Württemberg and a lieutenant colonel of the British mercenary regiment. Don't try to confuse me with those lowly slaves."

"You invaded my manor and was caught by me. That is my captive, and captives are naturally slaves."

"That's a rule for inferior people. I am a nobleman with status, and I have already paid a ransom corresponding to my status. The Higgs family cannot go back on their promises. This will make your family a joke among the nobles."

Ian looked at me condescendingly, and pressed my resisting hand on the carpet.

"The ransom you're talking about means letting that guy hug you like a woman?" He glanced between my legs, "Then it seems that you don't follow your so-called aristocratic code that much. I wonder why you are so obedient when you are around him."

His blatant words almost took my breath away, and what scares me even more is that he doesn't seem to be threatening me, or even looks like he wants to try it now.

"You can't touch me—Elvis won't let me!"

Ian took the time to appreciate my flustered look.

"I don't need his consent. He is the head of the Higgs family. Unfortunately, little Ludwig and I are the same. That is to say, whether in theory or in practice, as the head of the Higgs family, I He has the same right to enjoy the ransom."

He even had a leisurely discussion with me about the distribution of power in the Higgs family.

"Of course, as a younger brother, I can show the spirit of friendship between brothers. Maybe we can discuss the distribution ratio of your ransom in a friendly manner, but it is impossible to give up my share."

"Are you kidding, don't you like women!"

I broke down and grabbed his hand as he reached into my shirt.

"Ah, I don't mind a change of taste once in a while, anyway, there is no difference between a beautiful man and a beautiful woman." He stared at me, "But you, why, you really think of yourself as him woman, so you can't accept me touching you?"

"Nonsense! How crazy are you in broad daylight! Even if you are crazy, you have so many lovers, if you want to estrus, go find them!"

In extreme exasperation, I even violated the rules of etiquette I have always observed and uttered vulgar words that inferior people would say.

Ian completely ignored my nasty remarks, and in that he was very much like his brother.

"If you can't accept it for a while, I don't mind if you treat me as Elvis first. After all, we look exactly the same, don't we? Even Miss Judy can't tell us apart sometimes."

"How could it be impossible to tell the difference!" I blurted out, "Elvis won't be as... as neurotic as you!"

Although they are twins with exactly the same appearance, their personalities are like ice and fire, and they can be separated with just a glance. Who can make a mistake?

As if hearing some particularly funny joke, Ian looked down at me, and he sneered.

"When we were young, we used to play games with each other. Even our nanny couldn't tell who was who. Are you sure you can tell? Huh?"

After saying the last word, Ian let go of my hand and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, I almost jumped up from the carpet.

——The calm demeanor no matter what happened in front of him, the eyes with slightly lowered eyelids, if you don't look at the clothes, you can clearly be Elvis!

He looked down at me.

"Be good, Ludwig."

——It's exactly Elvis' slightly deep voice, even the tone and speed of speaking are exactly the same.

Under the extreme fright, I don't know where the strength came from. I broke free from Ian's suppression, jumped up and opened the door of the room, and rushed out of the room. I almost knocked down the passing maid without looking at the road. .

"Sir? Mr. Edmund?" The maid who was almost knocked over by me while carrying the water basin looked at me in horror as if I was being chased by some monster, just like seeing a crazy mental patient suddenly.

I leaned on the wall of the corridor and panted heavily, feeling my heart beating rapidly, and I even seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood flowing.

There was a burst of arrogant laughter from the studio I left behind, but Ian William Haggs didn't chase it out.

"I—I'm fine."

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I don’t even know what title is good for this chapter... After writing it, I faced the wall for a long time

Ian, why are you acting like this...

There will be no change tomorrow, the day after tomorrow depends on the situation