The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

At dinner the next day, it was still Grace who served Earl of Arundel with the dessert called "Dew".

It was obvious to all last night that Grace went downstairs safe and sound before the servants finished cleaning the fireplace in the living room.Her walking posture has not changed, she can easily squat down, pick up a crumb of bread from the floor, and then walk briskly into the kitchen to lift a stack of heavy plates into the cabinet.

The maids who pitied her and the men who loved her thought: She escaped.

The maids who were jealous of her and the servants who asked for it thought: She is really useless.

Grace is still the most beautiful virgin in the Manor of Ston, standing beside the most distinguished guest, the Earl of Arundel, at dessert time.

This time Grace made great strides, and when the earl put her fingertips in her mouth, she just closed her eyes tremblingly.His right hand rested under his left, and the "dew" dripped milk, accumulating in his palm.

The Earl of Arundel was satisfied with his service this time, and allowed him to lick the milk away from his palm.

He held his palms and knelt down docilely beside the count, and the large dining table was his fig leaf.Avoiding the eyes of Mrs. Stone and the others, he huddled at the earl's feet, sticking out his tongue like a cat, licking carefully between his soft palm and sensitive fingers.

Just as the Earl had done to him last night.

The count twirled the goblet with two fingers and looked down at him.

Grace licked her whole palm wet, and looked up at the earl.

The indifferent thin lips were slightly raised, and the silver-gray eyes were even more cold because of their condescension, and they silently spit out two words: "Good boy."