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The sound of the black boots stepping on the deck was thick and muffled, but it fell on Lan Qiaoyi's ears like a landmine falling on the ground.

The bud-like fingertips were so hard that they almost turned white, and the cold slippery black cloth was stained with heat. The body of the boy who was hugged by the man softened a little bit, and finally he was completely touched by the generousness of the other party. chest.

"……Um?"

He felt the slight trembling of the person in his arms, and a cello-like elegant voice came from under the hood that covered most of his cheeks.

It's just that Lan Qiaoyi didn't have the heart to answer him at this time.

The soft white cheek touched the man's shoulder lightly, the slight touch made Jean stunned for a moment, and the footsteps of "Boom -" paused.

The body of the person in his arms was so soft and slender that it even made the man feel a bit of confusion: Is he holding a person at this time?

Not some fluffy kitten?

It's too light, and too... lovable.

Even if he was afraid, he didn't dare to resist. He could only lie on his shoulders, looking timidly at the unknown with his dark eyes.

"Da da da--".

It made the person in his arms stiffen for a moment, and this time, he really looked like a kitten who was threatened and frightened.

It made him feel a bit of love and pity when he suddenly felt happy for no reason.

Pale, bony hands stroked the young man's slightly arched thin back, without any intimacy, it seemed to be pure caress/comfort.

"don’t worry--"

When the sound of another footstep was getting closer, he tilted his head slightly, and his thin and cold lips seemed to touch the young man's white and small earlobe inadvertently, and whispered comforting words in the slight friction.

Lan Qiaoyi, lying on his shoulders, trembled, feeling the hot and humid breath in his ears, and only tightly grasped the completely warm cloth under his hand.

"Ok?"

He heard a suspicious voice not far behind him—it wasn't Jean's voice.

Low laughter came from his servants, and Lan Qiaoyi even felt that his back was slightly wet at that moment.

His forehead was pressed tightly against Jean's shoulder, and there was even a whimpering sound that could not be restrained from his throat.

The time for the two footsteps to meet was very short, so short that Lan Qiaoyi felt that a century had passed.

——Until he saw the wine red suit jacket that passed him by.

That is……

Yin Suze's clothes.

Lan Qiaoyi was a little dazed, he opened his lips, but found that he was momentarily speechless.

Floating gently into the air is a shallow breathy sound.

"I said, don't worry."

Jean never thought that "being seen" would make the person in his arms so frightened.

The body of the person in his arms softened all of a sudden, and the panting echoed on his shoulders was so obvious.

After being surprised, he suddenly and belatedly felt a little guilty, and had a rare sense of guilt.

"I'm not……"

The man's footsteps did not stop, but his steps became a little chaotic.

At this moment, he complained a little bit about the fancy-dressed person just now, who was...

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the back of Yin Suze who was drifting away from him, and in his mind was 039's urgent comforting voice:

[Host, don't worry!You see, no one can see you at all, otherwise the person just now—]

He smiled, but somewhat reluctantly.

Like a fragile flower trying to stretch its delicate petals.

"Don't, don't be angry."

The man in his arms didn't answer him.

"Qiao, Jojo."

Lan Qiao responded reflexively:

"Ok?"

The soft snort made his heart feel a little itchy again, but then, he barely regained his sanity, and hastily said:

"I didn't mean to tease you."

He just felt a little funny when he noticed the boy's thoughts. After all, he was scared just because of such a thing, and a man had never experienced it.

It's just...a novel emotion arose, so I chose to hide it for a short time.

He also didn't expect the teenager to have such a big reaction.

There was a man explaining in a slow voice, Lan Qiaoyi just listened quietly without saying a word.

Until the cautious voice stopped, the person on the man's shoulder did not change his posture.

It was just a short ten minutes, but I felt like I was on a roller coaster.

I seem to have really pissed him off.

He suddenly felt a bit of astringency in his throat.

——Lan Qiaoyi, who was lying on the man's shoulder, looked a little erratic, looking extremely silent.

The pretty and pretty face was lightly pressed against the black robe, only revealing the round eyes under the slender and thick eyelashes, and with a slight blink, the emotion in the boy's eyes was fleetingly revealed.

That was not the anger a man imagined.

...Although Lan Qiaoyi's mood was indeed not high at this time, it was far from being angry.

He was in a trance just now, just thinking about a question:

Where is Yin Suze going?

During the gap between thoughts diverging, he even considered the tiny possibility of "finding himself" - because that was the direction to his own room.

But instead, he dropped the idea.

how can that be possible?

With this in mind, he couldn't help laughing.

——Just as Jean opened the door, a soft laugh came from his shoulder.

The man was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, before he even had time to close the door, he stretched out his hand and lightly grasped the round shoulder of the man in his arms, looked at those round black eyes, and asked softly:

"Aren't you... angry?"

Lan Qiaoyi blinked his eyes, looked at the deep dark blue eyes of the person in front of him after taking off his hood, thought for a while, and answered with some hesitation under the reminder of 039:

"Should I answer, 'Yes'?"

Then he saw the dim eyes of the man, but this depressed emotion disappeared in a flash, so fast that he thought it was his own illusion.

"no problem, no problem--"

Listening to the other party's repeated murmur to himself, Lan Qiaoyi frowned, and slowly became a little puzzled.

[Jiujiu, what happened to him?From the very beginning... it was a bit weird. ]

039, who had been watching everything just now, paused, and then replied without any psychological burden:

[I don’t know—maybe he’s a little weird! ]

Lan Qiaoyi thought for a while, silently agreed with 039's words in his heart, then raised his eyes to look at the man again, and said to him:

"Jean, you should... put me down."

He looked around and realized that he had been taken to the other party's room. Even though he felt a little uneasy in his heart, he still chose to hide it temporarily for the evening banquet.

The man didn't say a word, but he complied with his request.

When the toes touched the bottom, the heart that had been hanging in the air seemed to touch the ground.

Jean was silent from the beginning, just quietly looked at the young man in front of him, and subconsciously pursed his lips when his eyes caught the boy's obviously relieved appearance.

"Are we going to do something now? Or... just wait?"

It wasn't until the young man looked at him and took the initiative to ask a question, that Jean moved, shook the hand hidden under the cloak, and answered the other party.

When his voice sounded vaguely in his ears, he even made himself stunned for a moment.

"The theme of tonight's banquet has been issued by the invitation card. We need, cough—need to make some preparations."

"...an invitation?"

A near-transparent rectangular card with light gold complex patterns flashing on its face appeared in front of Lan Qiaoyi.

He was taken aback, and the first thought that flashed in his mind was: Isn't that his own card?

But immediately, the boy realized that the card in front of him was very similar to his own, but definitely not his.

"This is the invitation."

The slender pale fingers held the card that was slowly flowing with gilt shards and handed it to Lan Qiaoyi.

The young man looked up at Jean, and under the other's quiet gaze, he reached out his hand and touched the cold card with some hesitation.

The first touch is smooth...glass texture?Just thinner.

"There's nothing on it?"

He carefully looked at the front and back of the card, but found nothing, it was just an ordinary, somewhat beautiful transparent card.

"Is that because you're not qualified enough, you've only completed...two games?"

Lan Qiaoyi nodded, then watched the man draw out the cards in his hand.

The dark blue and inky eyes moved away from the boy's face, looked at the card in his hand, and read out slowly:

"Dear Mr. Jean Raymond, in view of your recent excellent performance, on behalf of Atlantis, I would like to invite you to attend the dinner tonight in the private dining room.

The theme of tonight's banquet is [Poppy Hidden Under the Mask]. Please get ready after receiving the invitation.

welcome.

— Duke Tiran. "

With the other party's elegant tone in his ear, Lan Qiaoyi looked at the man's well-lined side face when he lowered his head, unconsciously, he was a little lost in thought.

It wasn't until the last words fell that the man raised his eyes and looked over, that he regained his composure, as if trying to cover up something, and said with some urgency:

"So... tonight is a masked party?"

Letting him stay silent, something else was added to the silent air.

If the young man at this time could calm down and look carefully, he would find that there was a little more smile in the man's eyes at this time, and even his usual indifferent face was a little gentler.

"very smart."

After feeling his cheeks start to heat up slowly, Lan Qiaoyi finally heard the recognition from the man.

But for some reason, it was obviously just an ordinary compliment, but he felt that even the roots of his ears were warmed up.

"Then, what should we do now? We, we have to be ready, no, otherwise—" "Okay."

Seeing the boy in front of him lower his head more and more, Jean finally managed to hold back the somewhat secretive good mood he had just had, and opened his "mouth for help".

A big pale hand lightly grasped the pretty face that was faintly red, and lifted it up with only a little effort.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the deep face that was getting closer in front of him in a daze, and forgot to speak in a daze.

"Why are you shy?"

There was a bit of a smile in the man's voice, his index finger moved slightly, and pressed against the plump red soft lips, rubbing gently for a few minutes.

Then he felt the person under his palm tremble.

Jean's eyes deepened at once, and he quietly looked at the curly and thick eyelashes, his throat moved slightly.

Suddenly I felt a little itchy.

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