don't make me wear a skirt

What the hell is she doing?

Lytle found that he couldn't keep up with the thinking of the maids, whether it was Tisha or Thea.

After busying for a long time, Thea finally took out two half oval sponges and stuffed them into his hands: "I'll use this tonight."

Lytle tossed it over and over again but didn't see why, so he pinched it again, feeling that it was quite elastic: "Do you want to use it to wipe the table?"

This time it was Thea's turn to be surprised: "Don't you know its usefulness?"

Lytle shook his head blankly.

Thea calmed her surging heart, God, what a simple and unaffected Miss Laney, she doesn't know how to play tricks at all!She must help the Duke firmly grasp it!

"This is your secret weapon!"

Thea could not help blushing with excitement, and she chattered about the advantages of Hecha: "The duke is considerate and a gentleman, and he collects the least tax burden in all the cities every year. He always treats nobles and commoners equally. His In the manor, there has never been any incident of beating and scolding servants..."

Lytle didn't want to hear it at all, what's so good about treating everyone equally? !His ass hurts when Duke Hercha smiles at him!This is the key!

"The Duke likes chestnut cake with wine." Thea hinted.

"I also like chestnut cakes with wine." Lytle licked his lips involuntarily. It has been a long time since he tasted chestnut cakes in the castle. touched.

Thea's whole body exuded an intoxicating radiance: "Then you are a match made in heaven!"

Obviously Duke Hecha pirated his way of eating, Lytle thought unhappily, because he was caught when he went to the kitchen to steal cakes before, in order to avoid punishment, he could only praise how delicious this way of eating, and even took Spoon fed Hetcha a couple of mouthfuls until he was in a good mood before leaving safely.

Beautiful teenage girls spend an unimaginable amount of time preparing for a party - they go to great lengths to dress themselves up.

In the dressing room, Lytle spent three full hours changing clothes. God knows, is there any difference between this ink-colored long skirt and the orange-yellow tutu skirt other than the difference in color?

Especially the girdle that strangles people, Lytle feels that his waist is about to break, and he has not yet adapted to the feeling of hollowing out the lower body, so he feels very insecure.

Finally, Thea wrapped him in a navy blue dress with a white lace collar, and combed his hair all up in a low bun.

Then, she picked up the sponge again.

"Are you sure you don't need this?" Thea asked unwillingly.

Lytle refused without hesitation: "No need."

Thea took the sponge back in discouragement. If Miss Lani used it, she would definitely stand out from the crowd and make other noble ladies lose their color.

As a price for not using the sponge, Thea forced Lytle to finish drinking a glass of papaya juice before reluctantly letting him go.

After taking back the sponge, she took out a pair of white stockings under Lytle's surprised gaze: "Your temperament is suitable for wearing white!"

Unable to imagine himself in stockings, Lytle managed to maintain his unbroken expression, and asked tentatively, "Can I refuse?"

Thea replied with a smile: "No, I guarantee that if you wear this, His Excellency the Duke will not take his eyes off your slender calves all night."

After hearing her description, Lytle's hairs stood on end.

After finally returning to the bedroom, Tisha was eating melon seeds leisurely with her legs crossed.

"you are back?"

Lytle was indignant: "Thea is terrible!"

Tisha asked with little interest: "Did you make her angry?"

"No!" He lifted the hem of the skirt, revealing a long milky white leg: "She actually forced me to wear white stockings!"

The melon seeds in Tisha's hand fell to the ground, and the amazement in her eyes could not be subsided for a long time: "Oh, Thea has a good eye, and it really suits you very well."

"This thing makes me very uncomfortable." Lytle said while sitting on the edge of the bed: "Don't tell her for a while."

Tisha wiped her chin: "Then you should close the door first."

Hearing this, Lytle raised his head stiffly, only to see Thea standing at the door with her hands on her hips, with a face full of resentment.

"Miss Lanny, you won't win the Duke's heart like this!"

As soon as the words fell, he was forced to go back and change into a shorter skirt, the kind where the white stockings could be seen directly.

— that would be even more embarrassing.

"Why should I listen to Thea?" Lytle held his chin depressed.

"Because you can use the ascetic white silk to get close to Duke Hecha and steal the key to his treasury."

Lytle bent his knees and wrapped his legs with a skirt: "Haven't you considered the feeling of being stared at by a man all the time?!"

"What's the matter?" Tisha spread her hands: "Which part of your body hasn't been seen by him?"

Lytle buried himself in the quilt, not wanting to speak.

In the evening, wealthy carriages were parked at the gate of the manor, and countless elegantly dressed ladies poured into the castle with their husbands on their arms and gorgeously dressed noble girls.

Lytle secretly hid in front of the huge glass window and observed the situation outside.

The first person to come in was Mrs. Lina, the lord of the small town of Cary. This small town is a subsidiary city of Deslan. Her youngest daughter was raised in the castle by Count Omans last year. The lady just turned 20. Years old, and Omans is already an old man close to 50 years old, so the small town of Cary is exempted from the high tax burden for one year, and the civilians in the city will not be hungry enough to gnaw leaves throughout the winter.

Lytle sneered, and turned his gaze to Lord Kermit. His face was ruddy and he was full of vigor. He must have received a lot of help from Omans. Unfortunately, this dull Lord would never think of it. The lover he tried every means to protect He and his illegitimate daughter had already been presented to Deslan City as gifts by his wife for the enjoyment of Omans and his son.

If you observe carefully, you will find that all the large and small cities around here are basically captured by the earl, except for the territory of Duke Hecha. The wife is strict, even if Mayvia is far away from the royal city, Earl Osman dare not act rashly.

The strange thing is, why do the town lords of the small town grit their teeth and refuse to ask Duke Hecha for help when they live in such a low place?

Lytle tapped on the window sill with his fingers, lost in thought.

"Miss Lanny."

A familiar voice came from outside the bedroom, and the door was knocked three times.

Lytle was so startled that the whole person bounced up, and Duke Hecha actually went upstairs to pick him up!

"This is a good opportunity." Tisha dumped the melon seed husks into the trash can, stopping the owner who was trying to get into the ground.

"You can approach him to get the key."

"I know!" Lytle gritted his teeth and opened the door.