Angel on earth

"Thank you, Dr. Edwards."

Viscountess Sharp was lying on the bed, holding a stove in her hand.The cloudy glass windows are covered with misty spring rain, the fireplace is burning brightly, but the house is not very warm.However, the Viscountess twisted inadvertently in the scent of essential oils of jojoba, rose, geranium and clary sage in the room, and the thin silk cloth slipped from her shoulders, revealing her delicate and soft shoulders and back.

Aaron turned around, washed his hands carefully in the copper basin brought by the maid, put away the essential oil bottle, put on his gloves, and solemnly ordered:

"The highest temperature in the past few days is only nine degrees. You just finished the massage and sweated, let alone catch a cold, otherwise the loss will not be worth the loss. Don't use too many spices when taking a bath at night, the water temperature should not be too high, and the time should not exceed a quarter of an hour... ..."

Miss Sharp rolled her eyes, turned away, and buried her face in the pillow.Aaron turned a blind eye, adjusted his glasses, and said, "It's getting late, I should go, Miss Sharp."

"Hey," the Viscountess sat up, grabbed the quilt to cover her chest, and acted coquettishly, "I still want to keep you for dinner."

Aaron sighed for the restless patient, leaned on a chair with one hand, and said:

"It's already six o'clock in the afternoon, miss, do you remember my suggestion? Eight o'clock is too late, at least an hour earlier. If you are unwilling to follow the doctor's advice, there is no need to call me to recuperate your body."

The woman picked up a pillow and threw it on his face, but he grabbed it with one hand and handed it to the maid.

Viscount Joyce Sharp, 21 years old, has typical Wakefield brown wavy hair, and a pair of dark green, sometimes wolf-like charming eyes.Both of her parents died when she was very young, and she inherited a fortune including this small building. However, due to the extravagant spending in her early years, in recent years, she has given the name of Miss Viscount to the big people who come and go. They became mistresses, and apart from being unhealthy, they also had a good time.Not many people knew about this, at least Victor who ran errands for her didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't be enthusiastic about introducing Aaron to her maid.Joyce doesn't deal with Victor, but the latter has worked hard in the past few years and accumulated good credit, so now, she safely flirts with the young doctor he introduced.

Women are so strange sometimes. It is not that they have never met handsome, strong, unlucky young men with a lot of money before. Other stinky men who come in and out of this building or sneak around to meet her at the hotel are her eyes. The fat pigs in the hospital, the workers on the road with sad faces and empty eyes are dead pigs, but they will feel pity for this poor and bad-tempered doctor.It was Ai Ai, and, therefore, especially liked to tease him.

After throwing the pillow away, the Viscountess thought of her irregular menstruation and unbearable dysmenorrhea, and went back to lie down for half an hour honestly.This was Aaron's third door-to-door service, and Joyce couldn't do without him.During the massage, the doctor's fingers sank into her tender skin forcefully, and the bed made dangerous and ambiguous creaking noises, but it didn't hurt at all.Last time, Aaron ignited nine piles of herbs on her back, and she didn't feel bad.The doctor didn't do bloodletting and didn't say good things, but the curative effect was real, even her skin got better.

"You're so boring, Aaron. Why don't you stay? I won't take your money, and I'll pay you instead." Joyce blinked his big eyes, but refused to end the conversation.The maid held Aaron's coat and didn't know whether to hand it to him. He made a gesture to take it, and smiled short and stiffly:

"I'm afraid it's not very good, Miss Sharp, I'm only a doctor."

"Hey, I'm also a Viscountess." Joyce Sharp blinked, "Besides, I'm the only one in my family."

Aaron seriously accompanied her to talk nonsense: "My brother married a princess, so I want to marry a princess too. Sorry, Miss Viscount, although I personally don't think the distinction of family status is that important, but my princess has been married to me. Engaged!"

Joyce didn't take it seriously, and said innocently: "What about your engagement ring? Could it be a dating ring used by men to trick female workers into going to hotels? Well, in that case, if you give me one, I can accept it .”

"That would be too rude, to you." Aaron put on his coat, as if he didn't know that Joyce was staring at his black gloves, a strange smile appeared on his stiff and indifferent face, "I'm going back to Victoria this time. Kelfield is here to find the right gem. There are many associated mines in the Diana Crystal Mine. The local gemstones have always been famous for their rich and unique color changes, aren't they? I want to find a piece like the sky in the middle of the Siegfried Federation gem."

"It seems that you are looking for the federal princess, and there are quite a lot." Joyce stretched out her hand, and the maid picked up the newspaper on the table knowingly and handed it to her, "There was another one who came to Noren by boat last month to seek Protection. The Sun God blesses us, Norren, not to be torn apart like the Federation."

"Who would have thought at that time," Aaron tilted his head, and smiled softly, "The church does not bring the end, but the beginning. But it is precisely because of this that I met my lovely fiancee."

"It's as if it's true. Don't you think it's rude to call a woman who isn't there cute in front of me, Dr. Edwards?" Joyce giggled, stretching out his bare and shapely arms from under the quilt, "Okay Well, I’ll let you off this time. —Jane, drive him out, and then go prepare dinner.”

Aaron carried the medicine box, and the maid opened the black umbrella for him.As soon as I went out, the fine raindrops wet the umbrella surface.In this gray early spring, the cold air has already carried the smell of wet grass.

Unlike Yaranburg, which is very rich, Wakefield on the border of Norn has steam trains twice a week, but they are basically used to transport minerals and commodities, and the city government can't find so many people who are keen to show off their financial resources. Kind-hearted rich people, so in the evening, the whole small town went dark, only a few big houses stood near the gates of dim yellow street lamps.

Aaron wore a pair of suede ankle boots today, a little bigger than the summer ones, because inside were a pair of wool socks twice as thick as ordinary wool socks, which Mikhail had learned from an old lady.In addition, the underwear is also very thick. After putting on the windbreaker with plush lining, it looks completely different from the "Dr. Edwards" in people's impression.He had lived a stable life for a few months. From the back, he was even plump. He was an ordinary healthy young man.

The cold rain shrouded the dim Wakefield, but there were still many people on the road, and there would be more people in a while. The workers were going home for dinner, and some were going to work the night shift.In the cafe, there were faint chatter about "the 'Heart of the Sea' went into the sea again", "The Rhine Duchy fell" and so on, and the thin children stood under the eaves with their boxes, waiting for the kindness of asking them to light cigarettes for a penny people.

Walking into Top Hat Lane, Aaron handed the medicine box to Victor who came according to the appointment, pressed his wide-brimmed hat, and turned into the Quartz Avenue ahead.

This is one of the few streets in Wakefield that is wide enough for two carriages to pass at the same time. As soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, Aaron's vision brightened.Holding an umbrella, he walked to the right, walked around to the back door of a courtyard, and sneaked in like a ghost in the dim light. The hall on the first floor was full of banquets and laughter.

Five minutes later, Aaron walked into the darkness at the end of Quartz Avenue, got into the carriage that had been waiting there, and then walked out of the city at a leisurely pace.

Not long after leaving the city, Mikhail couldn't wait to get into the carriage, and a well-dressed clay figurine emerged from the ground and sat blankly on the driver's seat.Mikhail told the horses to "go home," it was already dark, and no one would notice a dummy sitting outside.

Mikhail bent down, lowered his head, put his head on Aaron's chest, and told him to undo the bandages on his eyes.Aaron didn't mention what happened just now, and kissed Mikhail comfortingly and slowly.

The drizzle was drifting back and forth, and there were only two occasional golden lights flashing in the carriage. Other than that, the mountains in spring were quiet and dark.Mikhail could only sit sideways in the narrow compartment, with his knees pressed against the opposite seat, but he still bent down in an awkward and limp posture, resting his head on Aaron's chest.Aaron unbuttoned his windbreaker and coat. The vest was made of flannel, which could make him lean more comfortably. Then he took off his gloves and asked him softly while massaging his scalp:

"How are you today, Misha?"

"En." Mikhail responded, wrapping his arms around his body, narrowing his eyes in enjoyment, and let out a comfortable hum from his throat.Aaron slightly increased the strength on his fingers, and Mikhail became a little drowsy.However, he still managed not to fall asleep, and took out a purple flower with petals like overlapping lace skirts from his arms, and gently placed it on top of his head, just under Aaron's nose.

"Does it smell like marmalade? I think it will taste sweet," he said.

"Indeed. Only you can empathize with others for the sake of others, Misha." Aaron's slightly hoarse voice carried a bit of a narrow smile, in the rustling spring rain and the swaying darkness , showing more ambiguous temptation than before, "Where did you get this?"

"Who else..." Mikhail muttered, and answered honestly, "There are many types of plants in the Viscountess's garden, and only this one blooms, but it smells good. This one is a little broken. In the past, she allowed me to take it away."

"Misha!" Aaron finally laughed out loud, pressing a few fingers on Mikhail's head, and the trembling of joy pulled Mikhail's head all the way, "Mishenka! Do you know what is this?"

"It won't be poisonous, right?" Mikhail looked up at him blankly, but he didn't care, because Aaron wouldn't mind anyway, "I haven't seen it before."

Aaron didn't play tricks on him either, and explained: "The blue potted flower is a specialty of Noren. It is also called 'sorrowful widow', and it is worn by women at funerals."

"So this is a variety you haven't tasted before." Mikhail lay back on his stomach again, and the two golden lights in the carriage slowly closed, "You don't like it, and I don't want to eat 'Red Micah' anymore."

Aaron's fingers slid under the back of his head, and pressed gently: "How many times have I given it to you? It's all boiled in medicine, and you still bother to identify it? It's too bad, Misha! Little Fox My son is not as delicate as you."

The author says:

The essential oil formula is taken from "The Complete Book of Essential Oils", Melissa Studio, the original book is used to regulate the menstrual cycle.

The stalk of the federal sky color comes from Paustovsky (it should be him, in short, Mao), "from the gaps between the branches and leaves, the blue color that gradually turns into lavender" is used to describe the central part of Russia of the sky.

This chapter (31 chapters) is very long, maybe 4 to 12 words (there are only [-] left in the archives hhh), and the rest of the updates in November will be like this... Be forewarned, although there are more daily ones, you can also go to [-] Let's watch together.