The days of eating soft rice in London

Mrs. Morris gave them a reassuring look, she simply tidied up the lace in front of her neckline, and left Camille's room.

She went downstairs with her skirt in her hand, with a dignified smile on her face as usual when a hostess entertains guests.Seeing that Louis was about to enter the bedroom, she hurriedly greeted him and stopped him, saying, "Hey, Louis? You're finally back."

"Yes, aunt." Louis stopped walking expressionlessly, and glanced at the face of the servant behind the lady.As if remembering something, he suddenly said: "I have something to do these few days, so I won't come back to you."

"You're not coming to the Baron's Mansion anymore!?" Mrs. Morris looked surprised.For some reason, some worry and anxiety suddenly arose in her heart. "Is it because it's uncomfortable to live here?"

"No, it's fine here." Louis explained politely.

"Then why?" Madam approached him aggressively, insisting on asking for a reason. "Or you tell us your new residence, and let the cousins ​​take care of you?"

There was an undisguised look of disdain in the eyes of the other party, and Mrs. Morris realized what she had said.She immediately covered her mouth with a fan.God!She was really dazzled to say such shameless words.

"Auntie opened my letters and violated my privacy. Are you going to interfere with my freedom today?" Louis' usual indifferent face was completely on fire now.She believed that if she continued to say this, the other party would definitely turn into a raging lion in the next second.

Mrs. Morris was shocked, and she looked at her valet in a panic.How did Louis know?She just wanted to see if the letter would say when he was going back to Sheffield.

The manservant lowered his eyes, but did not look at her.

"No, no, of course not, what are you talking about."

Before Mrs. Morris could speak again, Louis bypassed her and went to the bedroom.

She couldn't hide her angry expression for a moment.She hasn't disliked this weird pervert who likes men yet. How dare this vulgar illegitimate child show such disdain to her.

But why did Louis suddenly want to live out?Mrs. Morris thought about it for a while, feeling more and more flustered.

She fanned the feather fan a few times indiscriminately, thinking to herself, she must go to the prison to have a look.

***

When Louis went upstairs and knocked on the door, he saw such a scene.

Oscar, whose upper body was bare, fell off the bed and onto the carpet, and immediately did not dare to move easily.

Fortunately, the jacquard carpets in Chile are always so thick, and it didn't hurt him.

Oscar's lips were pale, and the shattered hair on his forehead was wet, and he was struggling to slowly get up from the ground.Coupled with the bloody back, it made Louis feel as if he had been tortured again.

Seeing that the medicated wound was about to open again, Louis immediately picked him up from the ground, gently placed him on the bed, and padded him with a pillow.

"Want to get out of bed?" Because the gentleman who just came back from the outside was still cold, the person in his arms dodged reflexively.Soon, Mr. Lewis let go of his hand understandingly.

"Sir," Oscar said while lying on the white sheets, looking at him with an extremely painful expression.As if there was something unspeakable, his cheeks flushed quickly, and there was finally a tinge of blood on his pale face. "I need to pee." His bladder was about to explode.

"I'll take you there right away..." Louise's expression suddenly relaxed, and his tone was gentle: "I'm sorry, I've been away for too long."

"It's okay, I'm the one who bothers you all the time."

Louis quickly took off his cold suit, and the white shirt was close to his body, with warm body temperature.So he was held by the waist by the husband and hugged horizontally.

Louis came to the bathroom at the end of the corridor, frowned at the round toilet, and asked the person in his arms. "Can you do it yourself?"

"Yes, of course I can." As Oscar said, he wanted Louis to put him down, but before his bare feet touched the ground, he was about to slide against Mr. Louis' chest. He lost strength for a moment and hugged him tightly. She touched the waist of the man in front of her, and immediately felt the strong muscle strength of the man in front of her.

God, he was always so humiliated in front of Mr. Lewis.

"Let me help you." Louis lifted him up and unbuttoned his pants.

Does Oscar feel that he is going too far?How can I ask this gentleman to help me for this kind of sake?

And...and this gentleman has other thoughts about himself, but Oscar himself doesn't like men.So it was cruel for him to do this to Mr. Lewis.

Being supported by someone like this, Oscar was so embarrassed and embarrassed that he almost wanted to get into the crack of the wall.But he really choked it up, as soon as he released it, the sound of water escaped.

"I'm fine." Oscar turned his head away, blushing like a boiled crab shell, deliberately not looking at Louis.

Mr. Louis also understood his embarrassment without looking at him, but naturally helped him tie his trousers.Oscar accepted him obediently and hugged himself up again.

"I'll stay here tonight, too. The room is opposite to yours." Louis glanced at the room separated by the hanging part and the two corridors, turned around, and showed Oscar the room opposite.

"There are no servants in the house yet, so you can just call me if you need this in the future."

What a shame.

"By the way, you haven't been around the house yet. Would you like to see it?"

Oscar still wrapped his hands around his husband's neck, staring at his resolute chin in a daze.Mr. Lewis' lips opened and closed as he spoke, and from this angle, he could clearly see Mr. Lewis's neat and beautiful teeth.

After talking so much, I didn't get a response for a long time.Louis looked down at Oscar, who was staring at his lips in a daze.Oscar quickly reacted and nodded vigorously.

Louis also glanced back at his lips in a vague way.

This glance made Oscar feel like a drum was beating in his heart, Mr. Louis would not be wrong, right?

Oscar swallowed his saliva involuntarily, and after thinking about it, his lips are torn and shriveled, no one must have the urge to kiss him.

The author has something to say: Shhhhhhhhhh~~~

Oscar (seriously): He doesn't want to kiss me does he?

Louis: ...

The next few chapters are sweet, please collect and collect! ! !