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Like a dead body, he was still able to show a haughty attitude and accepted the hospitality of his uncle's servants.

"Marian, carry Mr. Hawley upstairs!" Mr. Butler called to the maid again in another tone, then he turned his head and put on another mask without hesitation, this time it was arrogant disgust, "I know you. You're the son of the widow in the village. Well, since you've soiled the couch and helped Mr. Hawley, I'll spare you!" Mr. Brownler fished in his trousers pocket. He swiped twice, pinched the two pennies with his bone-like fingers, "This is your reward, kid!"

Joseph didn't answer. With an inexplicable anger and disdain, he looked at this snobbish and cruel butler, and stubbornly put his hands behind his back.

At this time, the thin maid almost fell under the pressure of the seriously ill Mr. Hawley, and the unfortunate Mr. Hawley was knocked against the railing of the stairs several times by her, and groaned a few times.

Joseph looked at the old butler, who had no intention of helping at all, and those tall guards had gone somewhere for a long time.

"You can't treat him like this!" Joseph couldn't help but say it.

"Sorry, sir, I'm afraid it's not your turn to dictate here!" The old housekeeper threatened, "Unless you want to be carried out!"

"He's sick! And you've got a thin woman to help him!" said Joseph. "He's the earl's heir!"

"If you talk too much, I will definitely..."

Mr. Hawley's voice stopped the butler's anger. The black-haired gentleman turned his head and waved to Joseph: "If you don't mind, come and help me, my friend."

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It turned out that Mr. Hawley had good eyesight, and even with all his weight on Joseph, the farmer's legs didn't tremble at all.

"Are you okay?" Joseph asked softly.

Mr. Hawley used a slight monosyllabic word to indicate that he was still alive. When he reached the door of the room, he raised his hand vigorously and groped inside the cloak. After a while, he took out two coins with a faint glow , one was given to the thin maid Marianne holding a candlestick, and one was given to Joseph who was beside her.

After Joseph took the coin, Mr. Hawley's legs went limp, and when the young farmer suddenly felt the weight of his left arm, the black-haired man had already passed out.

"Oh!" Marianne took a step back in horror. "Is he dead?"

"Not dead!" Joseph glared at her, sighed, quickly stuffed the shilling into his pocket, and then hugged Mr. Hawley horizontally. The man was lighter than he imagined, and Joseph even felt that he was not as good as himself The weight of his younger sister Hilda, he was a little dissatisfied with the maid who made a fuss, and the maid hurriedly took out the key and opened the door: "God! Almighty Lord! Bless this room!" She began to mutter Some head-scratching words.

Marianne quickly lit all the candles in the room, and after glancing at the dead Mr. Hawley, she fled and left the room.

Joseph had no choice but to put the unconscious Mr. Hawley on the bed in the room first. He sighed deeply, looked at the man's face covered with hair, bent down kindly, and brushed those seaweed-like black hair opened, and took off his wet cloak and coat.

It wasn't until Mr. Hawley was reduced to a half-wet shirt and trousers that Joseph noticed his broad shoulders and thin, battered waist.His chest, which was exposed under a thin silk shirt, had the color of dull porcelain, and if it weren't for those slight undulations, most people would now take him for a corpse.

Mr. Hawley coughed a few times, and frowned, as if suffering from a serious illness, his chest began to pulsate violently, and a little moan leaked from his thin, bloodless lips.

He was in such pain that Joseph couldn't bear to leave like this after covering him with the quilt.The young farmer lay beside the bed, thinking that he had run to the widow an hour ago penniless, but now, as he rubbed his calloused fingers at the coins in his trouser pocket, he remembered Mr Hawley's A pair of beautiful eyes, suddenly, he felt that this gentleman should not die like this.With this strange thought in mind, he took off his shirt, rubbed Mr. Hawley's dripping hair a few times with a towel in the room, and then hugged the poor gentleman with the quilt in his arms.

When Mr. Hawley woke up, he felt much better. When he opened his eyes, he was facing a beige chest with fine down, and he almost buried his face in it. middle.

He raised his head and looked at the owner of the chest. He felt that the face of that person was familiar, probably the face of the farmer who saved him yesterday.Mr. Hawley took the man's hand, and when he saw the thick knuckles and the bruised and callused palm, he confirmed this inference.

The man was naked/bare to the waist, and was still in a state of deep sleep. Under the morning light, he looked like a strong stallion. The muscles of his whole body undulated quite powerfully, and the bulging chest and lumpy abdomen all suggested that The man is engaged in physical activity, and his rough hands and feet indicate the rigors of his work.

Mr. Ferdinand/Mr. Hawley had never been so close to a farmer. He even thought they were vulgar for a while, but this body allowed him to survive the cold night.Such a body, even the pickiest person can't say against his will that it is not beautiful.Looking back at himself, Mr. Hawley sighed, looking at his protruding blue blood vessels, which were as fragile as glass.

His green eyes traced the body in front of him, and he even felt jealous. He stretched out his slender and pale hand, and drew a circle around the raised upper arm, and his jealousy deepened.

This body is too healthy and full of vitality, the heat from the rough skin seems to be sizzling!He thought angrily, why should he have such a sickly physique!

Ferdinand/Mr. Hawley's harassment/harassment caused Joseph to turn over. He didn't sleep very well, occupying most of the bed on his back.The dark-haired man frowned, trying to push him up, but inadvertently swept the bulge between the farmer's legs.

What a lively stallion!

The haze of getting up disappeared, and Ferdinand didn't intend to disturb him anymore. The black-haired gentleman lifted the quilt to cover the indecent place with a smile, put on the nightgown prepared in the room cabinet, and walked out the door .

I hope it is not harmonized into words

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When Joseph woke up, he realized that the pale man had gotten up at some time last night.But thanks to Mr. Hawley leaving the bedroom so early, otherwise he must not have been able to lift the quilt in front of him.

He had some dreams, some pleasing and beautiful dreams. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he could still have such leisure time while hugging a strange man in such a strange environment.Joseph scratched his short, light chestnut hair, trying his best to calm his overly rapid heartbeat.He figured it must be the smell of Mr. Hawley, the kind of unmanly detail that these rich gentlemen like to be so fussy about.

The farmer looked out the window. The oak tree at the door had been covered with emerald green leaves, and some extended to the windows on the third floor.It was supposed to be a reassuring and peaceful image, but the green made him inappropriately imagine Mr. Hawley's green eyes.

"Damn it!" Joseph patted himself on the head and quickly got up from the bed.

When he pushed open the bedroom door, Mr. Hawley was writing a letter on the table, and beside him was a delicious breakfast exuding aroma.

Mr. Hawley didn't look up, but made a gesture of please sit down: "Good morning, sir, please have dinner first."

This overly aristocratic gesture seemed to bring a little arrogance of a superior, and to be honest, it hurt Joseph's self-esteem a little bit.The tall farmer walked across from him, pulled out the chair and sat down, and glanced at the other's face from the corner of his eye, "Good morning." He responded dryly.

Mr. Hawley wrote very fast. After he finished writing a word, he put down the pen and rubbed his eyebrows, then looked at the young farmer across the table and said, "I don't know how to thank you, from my coachman I've learned from Morris that you're the farmer here, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir." Joseph took a sip of the warm black tea, lowered his eyes and looked at the neckline tied to his neck, "I am a farmer here."

"What's your name?" Ferdinand looked at his rolled up cuffs and his bearded face.

"Joseph/Abel." The young farmer suddenly felt a little nervous.

"I'm Ferdinand/Ralph/Hawley," the black-haired man looked playfully at the opposite farmer who was beginning to behave awkwardly, "Don't be nervous, I regard you as a friend, Mr. Abel."

"I didn't..." Joseph picked up a piece of ham and stuffed it into his mouth, wolfing it down, "I'm just... anxious to go back!" After finishing speaking, he stood up and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Ferdinand showed a regrettable tone: "Sorry, Mr. Abel, I'm sorry I wasted your time," he stood up, and Joseph found that he was about the same height as himself, and the black-haired gentleman showed his sincere expression, " I will keep your kindness in mind, if you need my help