kiss the night

The territory of Red Moon Manor is vast. There are farmers scattered at the foot of the northern mountain, and there are no people in the southern mountainous area all year round. There have been rumors that the mountainous area is rich in roses and berries. They are all carefully cultivated varieties with good quality, but they are hardly circulated in the market.

Someone once went to the duke's private domain to steal it, but got lost and never came out of the forest. Therefore, the rumors about the Red Moon Manor became more and more intense, so much so that Yan Zhao, as an international student, had heard of these things.

However, Yan Zhao is no longer simply "disliking" vegetables and fruits. He can express his feelings with "disgust". Those things have a bitter taste in his mouth, a bit like chewing dry ground. Therefore, Yan Zhao didn't expect much from that glass of strawberry juice.

Under Gilbert's gaze, he picked up the cup and drank it down, frowning unconsciously and closing his eyes.

The expected bitterness did not sweep over his taste buds. On the contrary, Yan Zhao tasted an indescribable sweetness on the tip of his tongue. When he was very, very young, about six or seven years old, he could still taste The taste of fruits and vegetables... is the sweet and sour taste in my mouth now, so refreshing that I can even taste the pulp of strawberries.

Yan Zhao hadn't been able to drink normal juice for so long that he couldn't hide his surprise on his face.

"Is there a problem, sir." Gilbert watched him silently.

Yan Zhao calmed down, his nose felt sore, and he almost cried: "No, it's just...it's just too delicious."

Gilbert recalled how the freshman hugged His Royal Highness a few hours ago, and subconsciously asked, "Would you like another drink?"

If it was before, Yan Zhao would definitely be embarrassed to speak again, but this fresh sweetness is too stimulating and precious, Yan Zhao couldn't help but say: "I still want it." After finishing speaking, his cheeks turned red Getting up, he quickly waved his hands to explain, "If there is no extra, then forget it."

Cracks appeared on Gilbert's serious face, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a slight arc, looking at Yan Zhao: "Of course." He went out and took another glass of red drink, and put it in Yan Zhao's hand Looking at the boy expressing his gratitude in surprise, he could finally feel a little bit of Laurentine's previous feelings.

Freshmen, no matter which group of freshmen, vampires or humans, will always bring fun to some "old people", as if a little accident suddenly appeared in the boring life day after day, and it can easily catch people's attention Power...Of course, the premise is that this "accident" is harmless.

After eating and drinking, Yan Zhao got into Gilbert's car again. He wanted to thank Mr. Duke before leaving, but Gilbert said that the Duke had gone out on business and was not in the villa anymore.

"Next time." Gilbert returned to his usual indifferent appearance, "Maybe you can thank His Highness in person next time we meet."

"Your Highness?" Yan Zhao was not sure about the title he heard just now.

"Your Excellency." Gilbert didn't panic because of the aphasia, "People like us who live in the mountains may still be used to the old tradition."

Yan Zhao knew little about the etiquette of foreign countries, so he would think that the family that can be awarded the title of duke should be more or less connected with the current royal family, so it seems reasonable to be called "His Royal Highness".He didn't think too much, sat in the co-pilot, propped his chin and looked outside.

Gilbert was not driving fast but very steady, turning down the detour around the mountain. The sky was too dark last night, and Yan Zhao could not see the scene outside the window clearly. At this time, he could see a large field of roses in the distance. At this moment Although it is winter, I don't know why the roses here are still green, and you can even vaguely see a few bright red flower buds hidden in the green.

Gilbert is a taciturn person, but he is not completely incapable of chatting. He asked Yan Zhao how he slept last night in the car, and his tone was very casual. Yan Zhao nodded without doubting him, and said, "Very good." , sir...just, I remember that I heard a woman's voice last night, so I walked over, and then..." Yan Zhao couldn't remember what happened after that, that memory seemed to be fragmented and completely disappeared in his head.

"Last night?" Gilbert repeated his words.

"Yes, last night." Yan Zhao blinked, "Maybe, is that the Duchess?"

Gilbert gave him a strange look: "When did it happen? We were the only three in the house last night. I didn't hear that the adults brought anyone else back."

Yan Zhao stared at his pair of blue eyes, and the things he was sure of in his heart began to waver again.

"Really..." He scratched his head, "Maybe I misremembered, dreamed? I really don't know, I think I passed out, but..."

Gilbert didn't speak anymore, he turned on the music in the car, and the soothing and long blues music made Yan Zhao gradually relax, he thought, he really shouldn't think so much about what's there, that Mr. Duke helped him so much This time, he was still pondering other people's private affairs here, which seemed a little too much no matter how he looked at it.

He saw Si Qi again at the foot of the mountain, and the other party seemed to be very unhappy because of his temporary departure last night, but due to the fact that there were other people around, Si Qi did not have an attack.

Yan Zhao raised his eyes to look at him, and remembered that he pointed at himself and said "obedient dog" Yun Yun in his mind last night, and his mood became unhappy. For the first time, Yan Zhao felt dissatisfied with Si Qi in his heart—— In the past, when he beat and scolded Si Qi, he completely regarded Si Qi as a noble young master who had not yet grown up. However, Yan Zhao is also a person, and he is not completely temperless.

Si Qi is even a bit older than him, why is he still doing his own way since he was a child?

Yan Zhao thought so, so he didn't talk to Si Qi, he was still recalling the glass of strawberry juice in the morning, the refreshing and sweet taste, which he couldn't help but miss, if there is a chance to meet again, Yan Zhao thought, maybe he I would like to ask Mr. Duke if he would like to sell him some——Yan Zhao doesn’t have a lot of money, but he has saved some after being by Si Qi’s side for so many years.

Mr. Duke may not be willing, after all, it is his private strawberry garden. If so, Yan Zhao is willing to share some of his secrets with the kind Mr. Duke. After all, Laurentine is such a "good" person, Maybe he would share his strawberries with him after hearing about his situation.

Of course, these are Yan Zhao's own thoughts, and he is not sure whether he will have such courage when he sees Mr. Duke again.

Yan Zhao's thoughtful look fell into the cold eyes of Si Qi.

This little monster is ignoring himself?Si Qi's originally burning anger was suppressed a little because of this question. He reflected on what he did yesterday. It seemed that he lost in a table game, so he followed the bet and called Yan Zhao over. Then those second generations threw Yan Zhao into the swimming pool, and the next thing happened.

Thinking about it this way, the water temperature in the swimming pool is indeed very cold in winter, Yan Zhao may be so silent because he is not feeling well.

Thinking this way, Si Qi reached out and took off his coat and threw it on Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao was baffled by a coat that fell from the sky. He looked at Si Qi strangely, but he didn't ask any questions, but just held the coat in his hand.

In Si Qi's eyes, Yanzhao's reaction turned into anger with him. Thinking of this, Si Qi's expression became even more ugly, and he reprimanded: "It's for you to wear it!"

Yanzhao glanced at the temperature of the car's air conditioner. It was 25 degrees. This is really not a temperature where you need to wear more clothes. Maybe Si Qi is just looking for something to do. Anyway, he did such things a lot in the past.

So, Yan Zhao didn't say anything, and put the coat on himself.

Si Qi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Yan Zhao was covered in sweat and went home, but in the end he didn't understand what was going on with Si Qi in the car.

The day returned to normal. When Yan Zhao entered the classroom again, Jess stopped him. The brown-haired girl was full of excitement, and she dragged Yan Zhao and shouted, "You know what big news happened this week?" !"

Yan Zhao shook his head blankly.

"We are going to have a new professor of European history!"