Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

April hasn't come out of the wisteria garden yet, and the guards looking at her are starting to feel sleepy.

One of them elbowed his companion next to him.

"Why hasn't Miss Xia La come out yet? What is she looking for?"

The companions tried to keep themselves alert. It was time for their rotation, but their mission was not yet completed, so they naturally could not rest.

"I don't know. The adults didn't tell me. Do you think we should go in and look for it?"

The guard frowned and said, "Let's wait. The Lord didn't say we can go in."

The spring nights were still chilly, but April didn't feel cold because of the thick cotton cloth and long-sleeved cotton dress.

April originally planned to take a rest and then continue looking for a way out, but perhaps because she was too tired and it was too late.

She fell asleep in this chair, smelling the scent of irises.

Dawn broke, and the golden sunlight illuminated the whole world brightly.

April curled herself up in a white cotton cloth embroidered with gold patterns, with half of her face covered.

The sunlight shone into her eyes and her eyelashes trembled, but it might be because the dream was too sweet.

She wanted to hide herself in this strange little quilt and didn't want to wake up.

Strahl looked at April who had taken over his chair and was sleeping.

For some reason he didn't make a sound to wake her up.

Instead, he ordered someone to bring a chair and sat next to her.

She had already used it to make a quilt, so she didn't have to take the step of uncovering it.

Strahl wondered whether he should be thankful that he had asked someone to take the painting away yesterday.

Although he drew her into the painting casually, it seemed as if he had some intention towards her.

The person who had messed with his painting yesterday fell into a deep sleep, and Strahl could finally paint the grapes with peace of mind.

When the guard reported to him that April had entered the wisteria garden and had not come out.

A lot of ideas went through my mind.

But this person did surprise him again.

She actually slept in this garden.

As a lady, she actually behaved like this.

Really, so jumpy.

Strahl painted quietly like this, and there was a very light sound when the paint was applied to the canvas.

It makes people sleep more deeply unconsciously.

April doesn't have the habit of sleeping in. She usually chooses to get up at eight o'clock, wash up, and have breakfast at nine o'clock.

But I slept too late yesterday and woke up much later in the morning.

April woke up drowsily when she felt the sunlight shining on her body became a little hot.

She slept on her side, and when she woke up she found Strahl painting.

April just felt like she was still dreaming.

Strahl was wearing a blue silk robe that shimmered in the sunlight.

The robe is simple in style, but unrestrainedly ornate in decoration.

But Strahl's face overshadowed the brilliance of all the jewels, like a god living in a sanctuary in mythology.

The wisteria flowers in the garden complemented him, and his long platinum hair was spread out softly.

His face was distortedly beautiful, revealing an intoxicating tenderness, but the fragrance of his soul gave his beauty an edge that could not be desecrated.

Even though he was painting at the moment and his eyes were calm, the arrogant aura around him still made people afraid to approach him.

April rested her chin on her hand and watched him paint.

He didn't move, and April didn't dare to move either.

She was afraid that she would shatter this beautiful dream.

Amid the wisteria flowers, the scent of irises on his body was so clear.

April couldn't see what he was painting, only a hazy purple.

The sound of paint hitting the canvas tickles the ears.

April thought she should be awake, and she also wanted to find her hat.

She reached out her hand tentatively and touched his cold robe.

But he did not shatter like an ice crystal.

Strahl put down his brush and turned around, a perfect smile on his lips.

April realized something and quickly withdrew her hand from his robe.

She wanted to step back, but she was still sleeping on the chair, which made it difficult for her to escape.

April could only look at the person in front of her and ask her.

"Beautiful lady, I don't know why you are sleeping in my garden. I don't think this is a good place to rest, is it?"

April didn't know how to defend herself.

Was she going to tell him that she knew she was not allowed to come in here, but still sneaked in at night?

Just because he was looking for a hat that was not precious to him, he got lost and slept in the garden for a night.

This all sounds really stupid.

But she really didn't know how to defend herself.

His eyes darted left and right, and he didn't dare to look at the person in front of him.

Seeing April's guilty and embarrassed look, Strahl did not urge her but waited.

He was curious about what reason she would give.

April almost wanted to say that she had a habit of sleepwalking, but at least she didn't have the courage to admit that she had a mental illness.

Under Stral's purple eyes, April somehow told the truth.

Duke Blanchett looked like such a gentle gentleman, he would not blame himself.

Although I had already guessed it, I was surprised to hear April admit that she didn't get out of the Wisteria Garden because she was lost.

Strahl couldn't help but let the smile on his face deepen.

He leaned back and looked to a position slightly to the right in front of him.

A circular arch surrounded by wisteria flowers stands there quietly.

April, who had just said that she couldn't get out because she was lost, suddenly blushed with shame.

She almost bit her tongue when she spoke.

April immediately tried to defend herself with some flowery words.

"It was so dark in the garden at night, and your garden is so beautifully designed, that I didn't notice it."

The sweet talk plan failed. Lying in front of Strahl requires skills that April does not have.

April lowered her head, not daring to look at the beautiful face that had just intoxicated her.

After Strahl had admired April's embarrassment enough.

She said sympathetically, without any awareness that she was the one who teased April first.

"Don't panic, Miss Shara, you haven't done anything wrong.

I think if it wasn't an accident, you didn't want to violate the rules of the manor."

April listened to Strahl's gentle and magnetic voice pluck at her heartstrings.

The meaning of his words relieved her.

As long as Duke Blanchett doesn't mind, then I shouldn't be fired for doing something wrong.

There was a lively light in her eyes again.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Strahl looked at her messy hair and suppressed his ungentlemanly smile.

“Miss Shara has slept in the garden all night, so you should go back to your room and get some rest.

I will find the hat and have it brought to you."

Just make a few changes, hyacinth is not for you.

April didn't know what Strar was thinking. Seeing that he was considerate enough to let her go, she quickly bowed and walked out of the garden.

After walking out of the small garden gracefully, April saw that Strahl was out of sight and hurriedly ran in the direction she came from.