Comprehensive Victoria's Secret

Elizabeth quickly ran down, she didn't know how to take a leap of faith, so she could only slide down the wall.

Cautiously walked to the hay cart: "Lancaster?"

The haystack moved, and Elizabeth was shocked: "You, you...you are still alive...it's not my fault, I reminded you..."

Antonio pushed aside the straw on his body: "Are you noble ladies just shirking responsibility after something happens?"

Elizabeth: "... If you come to kill me, this happens to be my revenge."

Antonio was speechless: "I'm not going to kill you anymore..."

Elizabeth walked over and pushed the straw off him, so that she could see him clearly.

In all fairness, Antonio was really good. The pitchfork was bumped by him, and only one fork went through his calf. The blood flowed all over the straw cart, but it didn't hurt the bones. As for whether the injury hurt the nerves, Elizabeth was sure I really don't know anymore.

She carefully lifted Antonio's leg from the pitchfork: "Does it hurt?"

"What do you think?" Antonio gritted his teeth.

Elizabeth had no choice but to walk over and stretch out her hand: "Hold me around my neck, and I will hold you down."

Antonio sighed angrily, but still put his arms around Elizabeth's neck.

"You pressed my hair."

"Who made your hair so long?"

"It's fashion."

After a lot of tossing, Elizabeth finally hugged Antonio horizontally. No matter how light the weight of a grown man is, it is impossible for her to bear it casually.

She managed to carry Antonio to the garden bench, but she couldn't walk anymore and collapsed on the ground.

"Same place, same people."

Only then did Elizabeth notice that this was the place where the two of them danced last time, and this chair... "Should I change the place for you?"

"Can you still hug me?"

"I can't hold it anymore."

Antonio did not know where to find a bottle of ointment: "Help me rub it on the wound."

Elizabeth squatted down, but when she saw the wound full of grass stubble, she felt helpless for a while.

"You wait for me here, I'll go find water."

Elisabeth hurried into the living room, removed the cold water jug, and rushed back to Antonio.

She rolled up Antonio's trousers and poured water on his calves.

"It's so cold." Antonio flinched.

Elizabeth scooped up the water and helped him clean the wound inside and out. In order to prevent tetanus, she carefully applied ointment and did not bandage it.

It's already very cold at night. After the summer, London will only get colder and colder. Antonio obviously can't leave. Elizabeth can only propose: "Why don't you go to my house to sleep overnight?"

"can."

Antonio closed his eyes slightly, looking very painful.

Elizabeth couldn't hold him anymore, so she could only half-support and half-carry him into the house.

In the end, after a lot of tossing, the people in the room were probably alarmed: "Miss?"

Joseph looked at her with the gas lamp, and Elizabeth looked at herself—her curly hair was disheveled, her clothes were covered with stubble.

Antonio was dressed in black assassin's clothes, and no blood could be seen, but his trousers were rolled up, and the unwiped blood marks on his calf were still there.

"Hush——Joseph, can you tidy up one of the rooms on the first floor?" The downside of her own house being too big is that Elizabeth has no idea which house in her house can live in.

Joseph shook his head: "There is no guest room on the first floor, and the servants have already fallen asleep. If we wake them up now, it will delay their work tomorrow. Do you really need it?"

Elizabeth glanced at Antonio.

Antonio: "I sleep on the sofa."

"There is no fireplace on the sofa at night." Elizabeth finally managed to think of a way: "You go to my room to treat the wound first, Joseph, please help me bring the medicine box to my room, and then I will clean up another one for him. Sleep in the room. Go and deal with Dungar's study."

Both Elizabeth and Dungal lived on the second floor, and Elizabeth decided to throw Antonio into her room first.

Antonio really couldn't leave, and Elizabeth could no longer hold him, so she could only carry him on her back.

"Do you want to use my bed?" Elizabeth didn't particularly mind her bed being slept by other people, as long as she didn't use her own quilt, Elizabeth didn't really care much.

"No, don't mind if I use the chair in front of the fire."

Elizabeth put him in front of the chair and sat down, then lit the fireplace and watched the flames crackle and crackle.

"Are you cold?"

Antonio was obviously dizzy due to blood loss: "I...so cold...give me a blanket...Elizabeth..."

Elizabeth didn't even bother about the fact that he called her name directly. She went around the room but couldn't find a blanket. There was only a quilt on the bed. She could only open her closet and pull out a winter cloak from it.

Antonio didn't notice that she had thrown the cloak to him at all, and subconsciously wrapped the cloak tightly around his body.

He seemed very tired and sleepy, leaning on the chair and slightly closing his eyes.

Elizabeth thought about whether he would get angry if he kept roasting in the fireplace, and had a headache, so Joseph sent the medicine box.

As a very good housekeeper, Joseph certainly knew the origin of Antonio's cloak, he put down the medicine box: "Miss?"

"It's okay." Elizabeth said: "I'll get him away later, if not, I'll go to Estelle's room to sleep, Joseph, you go to rest first, I've worked hard for you tonight."

Joseph left with a worried expression.Elizabeth turned on the gas lamp to its fullest, and examined Antonio's wound carefully.

Fortunately, the stubble had been picked out, and Antonio's ointment was unknown, and Elizabeth didn't dare to touch it. In the end, she could only dip the bandage with strong wine and help him scrub the blood on his calf.

"HolasensazionediFreddo."

Elizabeth: "..." I can't understand Italian, dear!

But looking at his face flushed and whispering, his head was covered with sweat.

Elizabeth touched his forehead...it was hot.Probably due to inflammation caused by wound infection.

"I have a fever...I really..." Elizabeth had no choice but to throw Antonio on her bed—after all, he also guaranteed that Dungar would not be injured by the Assassin Organization, and it was because of himself that he was injured.

Elizabeth decided to change all her sheets and quilts, and then covered Antonio with a quilt.

Well, now I can't sleep anymore, Elizabeth found a pot of coffee, and poured it down for herself regardless of whether the coffee in it was still cold.

"Mamma." Elizabeth understood this sentence, it was calling her mother.

"I'm not your mother." Elizabeth was helpless, lying on the bed was a burnt wounded patient, Elizabeth could only accept her fate to take care of him.

Make Antonio at least a little better by putting a washcloth on his forehead with strong liquor.

Elizabeth's dress at home was relatively simple, because she only planned to read the handbook for a while before going to bed. Not only did she loose her hair, but she didn't wear a corset, which made it easier for her to run back and forth in her own room.

It was not easy to take care of a man with a fever. Elizabeth was suffering from a headache, and she herself was awake from the drug, but her body was exhausted.Repeatedly changing towels gave her a headache.

Finally, Elizabeth took down a towel and touched the side of Antonio's neck. Feeling that his pulse was beating fairly strongly, she simply wiped his face and let him continue to sleep.

Falling asleep like this, Antonio's usual appearance of a prodigal son and the vigor of an assassin are completely gone, and the advantages of his appearance are quite in place. I have to say that this man does have an Italian appearance, and his facial features are very similar to the most perfect Roman sculptures. Same.

Because of sweating and the missing spirits, the dark brown curly hair was messily stuck to his forehead and ears. Elizabeth helped him dial it, but was caught by his hand.

"Lancaster?" Elizabeth tried her best to smoke, but she couldn't do it. Sure enough, the guy who fell asleep was no different from a drunk, and it didn't make sense.

"Nonmilasciare." Antonio whispered, grabbing her hand.

"I don't understand Italian. I can understand English, Chinese, and French. I can only read, write, and not listen to Latin, let alone Italian." Elizabeth was very depressed, very sad...

"HolasensazionediFreddo."

Elizabeth didn't want to talk to him very much. She was very sad and angry when a man was speaking bird language that she couldn't understand at all on her bed.

Enough!

Elizabeth was angry, and directly used Mandarin Chinese: "Your despicable behavior is like the protagonist of a Greek drama! You fell asleep in my bed, and you still have to hold my hand and chat with me!"

Antonio: "..." He just held Elizabeth's hand and continued to sleep...and didn't even turn over.

fell asleep... fell asleep... fell asleep...

Elizabeth couldn't pull him down and beat him up. This kid is pulling his right hand, and his left hand is not strong enough, unless he chopped off Ya's arm with the Hidden Blade.

However, Antonio also has a Hidden Blade in his hand.

This guy looks like he's still a master assassin.

Thinking of this, Elizabeth felt a little proud, so what about the Master Assassin?Didn't you lose to the pitchfork in the straw?

After thinking about it, Elizabeth decided to take a shameful look at his face. For the sake of him being a handsome guy, she didn't care about this guy, and just slept all night.

She was sleepy anyway.

Elizabeth struggled to prop up his injured leg with her left hand to avoid direct contact with the back.

Then he lay directly on Antonio's chest and closed his eyes.

But the role of the drug is still going on, the body is already asleep, but the brain is still awake.

One sheep...two sheep...three sheep...four sheep...150 seven sheep...

One star… two stars……………………

The author has something to say: "HolasensazionediFreddo." I feel so cold

"Nonmilasciare." Don't leave me~

Both are in Italian~translated by Baidu~