Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 947 Become a Servant for You (24)

Although the trip to the small town was short this time, and even though I hadn't seen Luo Lier yet, the little girl Mia still gained a lot.

So, although she didn't have a great time, she still had a good time and thanked Mr. Delahera for everything she did for her.

For this reason, after returning to the castle, she thought, and wanted to send a precious gift to Mr. De La Hela, thanking him for taking care of her.

It's just... what to give Mr. Delahera?
Mia was a little distressed.

Mr. De La Hela seemed to have everything, and he didn't seem to want anything.

So, Mia thought for a long time.

At night, when Little Mia climbed into bed, Mr. De La Hela closed the window for her, covered her with a quilt, and put the clothes for tomorrow morning on the shelf.

Little Mia was wearing a pure black nightdress, lying on the bed and looking at him, blinking, her blood-red eyes were beautiful and clear under the light.

When Mr. De La Hela came and was about to blow out the lamp, Mia suddenly grabbed his hand and looked at him.

She said, "Sir, can you come closer?"

The pale and handsome Mr. Della Hella looked down at her.

With thin eyebrows and thin lips, he is still dressed as a gentleman, with a slender figure.

According to the little master's instructions, he slowly leaned over and approached.

He gently grabbed her hand, his thin lips raised just right, and smiled.

"Master, what can Draherah do for you?"

The slender and white girl stared at him without blinking, staring at his flickering face under the light.

She didn't speak, but approached slowly.

Little by little, under the swaying candle shadows, when the shadows of the two fell on the ground, they silently blended together.

The girl's lips were soft and sweet, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing her nervousness at this moment.

Gently kissed his cheek, touched his too cold skin, and stayed there for a long time.

And the handsome and elegant Mr. Delahera quietly stared at her who was close at hand, without moving.

A girl's kiss is like the coolest and sweetest blood, green and astringent, yet thick and intoxicating.

Mr. Delahera's Adam's apple rolled, and his steady breathing finally became somewhat abnormal.

He slowly squeezed her hand tightly, stroking the soft flesh of her fingertips, without speaking.

The girl, on the other hand, kissed lightly, and then backed away.

Not daring to look at Mr. Delahera's expression at this moment, he pulled up the quilt and buried himself under the quilt, too shy to speak.

Her white and tender feet were exposed to the air, she shrank back, and then shrank back into the quilt, turning into an arched ball.

It was clearly deception.

Simple and unaware.

Mr. De Lahera looked at her quietly, a deep light flashed through his dark and treacherous black pupils.

The girl was shy, and he had no words.

Lowering his eyelids, he kissed her fingers lightly.

Her fingers trembled, the fingertips showed a beautiful pink color, and she seemed to be shy.

He wanted to take it back, but he pinched her wrist bone and wouldn't let her move.

The cold lips kissed her fingertips and her palm one after another, as if to leave his deep imprint on it, which was difficult to wash off.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at her, watching her hide under the quilt.

He showed a smile calmly, his voice was slightly hoarse and extremely gentle:
"Good night, my dear little master."

(End of this chapter)