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

Even if she was unwilling, April could only wait.

Wait for Strahl to lose interest in teasing her, then let her go.

Let her go back to her room to rest and let her leave Blanchett Manor.

April's eyes remained on Strahl.

Looking at his face was too revealing, so April stared at his ears.

The more she looked at it, the more April wanted to take a bite.

April felt that he was too bad and her desire to take revenge on him was too strong.

His ears are really standard ears.

Good ears.

April's mind began to wander, and as she looked at Strahl, she felt herself getting confused.

She thought she should get some sleep on the carriage ride back.

Otherwise I wouldn’t be so sleepy.

She tried her best to control the urge to yawn. She couldn't feel sleepy, especially in front of Strahl.

This person has bad intentions. Only God knows what he will do when he falls asleep.

April used her wild thoughts to resist her sleepiness, and her eyelids kept drooping.

Strahl is a terrifying person.

If he could be as terrifying as he just was, April felt that she would not be sleepy.

But now Strahl is like a plant.

In the same world as the other flowers and plants in the greenhouse.

April was just a traveler passing through their world.

But this traveler was held down and couldn't move.

April began to look at other parts of Strahl's body.

Her eyes were attentive, even revealing.

April saw a small mole on Strahl's right wrist bone.

The color is very light, but you can still spot it if you look closely.

April became more alert, looking at the little mole on Strahl's body.

This made April want to bite Stral even more.

Her teeth began to itch and she wanted to rub them against his skin.

Strahl kept his eyes on April.

It’s also hard not to notice.

At first I was worried that she would run away.

Later, I was worried that she would fall when she was sleepy. There was no soft place in the greenhouse, and what would happen if she fell?

He would definitely jump up in pain, and might even glare at himself.

These were all new experiences for Strahl.

Few people would refuse him.

"Very rarely" is an exaggeration. To be more precise, it can be said that there is almost nothing.

The number of times he was rejected in his life was not as many as the number of times April rejected him.

April's resistance to him was implicit.

Unfortunately, Strahl is good at finding the obscure stuff.

She was resisting the Blanchett estate.

It's very strange, she is obviously greedy for wealth, isn't she?

Just when Stral thought April was going to fall down due to being too sleepy, her gaze towards him suddenly became fiery.

She stared at his hands as if with appetite.

Strahl glanced at where April was staring.

There is a small protruding mole.

Did she hate it? Yes, it was, like a dirty spot on the canvas.

If she didn't like it, Strahl felt he could cut the meat off.

The flesh and blood that grows back in this way should no longer have anything unpleasant.

April's gaze spread from his wrist to his entire body.

Seeing that Strahl didn't react, April began to appreciate it with peace of mind.

April had heard Blanchett's name many times before she met him.

He is a member of the most prestigious group of girls in the academy, and can occasionally be seen at dances.

They all described Blanchett in exaggerated terms, saying he was a creation of God.

He must be an angel from heaven, because he wanted to play on earth so they could see him.

His Holiness the Pope must have known this and became the godfather of the Duke of Blanchette.

Blanchett's glory is already dazzling, and now she has this identity.

Strahl has almost become synonymous with unattainable.

April looked at the person who was trimming the branches in front of her, and inevitably felt vanity in her heart.

She didn't want the person that so many people were looking forward to meeting.

Strahl was wearing a white shirt. The shirt was extremely gorgeous, but it looked simple on him.

April suddenly asked him.

"Mr. Blanchette, what flowers do you like, wisteria?"

When Stral heard April talking to him, his response was not enthusiastic. He still had a noble and arrogant look with a smile on his lips.

He said, "I don't have anything I particularly like, but there is something I particularly hate. Do you want to know what it is?"

April tried a wild guess.

"Do you hate Iris?"

Strahl turned and looked at April, with a beautiful smile on his face and a delicate and graceful high nose.

"Why do you think so? Iris is the symbol of Blanchett."

April expressed her own reasoning, which was not really reasoning, but just very basic observation.

It was Strahl himself who made it too obvious.

"I did not see a single iris at Blanchette. Not even a leaf."

Strahl nonchalantly praised April in his beautiful voice.

"You are a smart girl, you are very observant."

April still held back on complaining about Strahl.

After all, he is a duke, and we can't undermine his status.

She changed the question.

There are so many mysteries about Strahl that there are always questions.

"What about wisteria? Do you like it? The wisteria in Blanchett Manor is beautiful."

Strahl lowered his head and chuckled.

"Shara, how old am I?"

April didn't understand why Strahl suddenly changed the subject to his age, but she answered honestly anyway.

"Mr. Blanchett, I don't know."

Strahl answered her question with a rhetorical question.

"Guess who is older, me or the purple vine in this manor."

April finally understood Strahl's problem.

She curled her lips. This guy couldn't even speak properly when answering a question.

Is it to appear smart that you go through so many twists and turns?

But although she was complaining in her heart, she still had a dignified and elegant smile on her face.

April was becoming more and more adept at thinking one thing and saying another.

"Did the old Duke plant it?"

Strahl finally finished with his flowers.

Washed my hands again.

"Yes, for the sake of pleasing people, Blanchett House was once covered with wisteria."

"But when he realized why the purple vine pleased that man, he set a fire and burned a lot of it."

He looked at April, his eyes curved into crescents as he smiled, looking as cunning as a fox.

"All you can see now are survivors."

April smelled a secret from Strahl's few words.

Although she was very curious, April's reason stopped her from asking further questions about the matter.