Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil was taken off guard by Lanney's move.

Lanney didn't seem to realize how offensive his behavior was to a young girl he had just met. His brows and eyes were crooked, and there was a pure incomprehension in his expression.

"I'm playing with you."

Cecil: "?"

Actually describe this behavior as pure play... Is this guy too pure, or is she too sensitive?

Cecil frowned slightly, her petal-like lips pressed into a thin line. Lanny looked at her seriously, then raised his hand to the two soft and rosy lips.

"Hello." Cecil frowned and avoided. The displeasure on her face was very obvious this time, and the voice of her mouth became cold, "Don't touch me casually."

"why?"

Lanny tilted her head, as if she didn't understand why she resisted herself so much: "Don't you like playing with me?"

Cecil said coldly: "I don't think this is playing."

Receiving her explicit refusal, Lanny showed a troubled and puzzled expression.

"But we always play like this..." he murmured, sounding aggrieved.

US? Does it mean him and his friends?

Cecil looked at him carefully, and then realized that he was not lying. Neither the look in Lanney's eyes, the expression, or the body language he made subconsciously... could not find any trace of lying. If it is not that the acting skills are too superb, then it can only be said that he does regard this direct touch as a way of playing.

"..."

Cecil suddenly felt that he was communicating with a small animal across species.

She rubbed her eyebrows helplessly, and her tone gradually softened: "Anyway, you can't do the same as before. Even if you really want to play with me in this way, you have to ask my opinion first, okay? ?"

She looked extremely patient. So far, only cute animals can make her be so patient, Lenny is a rare exception.

It's all because Lanny's every move is so unhuman.

Although this evaluation sounds like a curse, it's all Cecil's true feelings. She patiently looked at the black-haired boy in front of her, waiting for his answer.

"...Okay." Lanny blinked her beautiful green eyes and reluctantly compromised, "Then we will play again next time."

Cecil: "..."

I always feel that her meaning has been misunderstood...

After a long absence, Cecil developed a sense of powerlessness to a cow. After thinking a little bit, she decided to give up this meaningless communication: "Let's do it for now, I'll talk about it tomorrow. I went back to bed, and you go to bed earlier, good night."

For fear of Lanny's strange behavior, she quickly ended the topic.

Lanny didn't show ignorance or confusion this time. After hearing the word "good night", he was surprisingly quiet, as if he knew exactly what the word meant.

He sat on the bed and shrank himself into a round ball, only revealing those clear and deep green eyes: "Good night, Cecil."

…cute.

A voice of emotion came from the bottom of Cecil's heart. She glanced at Lenny delicately and turned to extinguish the candle light on the table.

I hope I can spend the night steadily.

In the early morning of the next day, the rushing footsteps of the servants awakened Cecil.

Tolani's blessing, she didn't have nightmares anymore in the middle of the night, and slept fairly well. I thought I could wake up naturally this time, but I didn't expect that the final hope was lost. Cecil was so angry that he almost wanted to hit someone.

Listening to the noisy movement outside, she pulled off the quilt uncomfortably, and covered herself in the quilt, trying to isolate the outside sound.

But the effect is not good, it can even be said to be useless. Those messy footsteps, conversations, and clashing equipment are almost pervasive, and they can't be eliminated as if they are rooted in the brain.

"...Tsk."

Cecil finally couldn't bear it. Angrily, she opened the quilt and sat up abruptly. Just about to get up and get angry, she suddenly met a pair of emerald eyes—

Rich and transparent, as clear as a gem, and as quiet as the deep sea.

It's Lanney's eyes.

This beautiful young man was lying silently beside her bed, like a well-behaved dog, watching her intently and quietly with those green eyes.

Cecil: "..."

This feels really weird. Cecil tried to calm his anger, trying to calm himself down: "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to wake up." Lenny answered naturally.

"..." Cecil asked, "Why wait for me to wake up?"

And why does it appear in my room?

She didn't ask the last question, because she had already seen the concealed door-she was careless, just sleeping, but forgot to lock the door.

But this is in her house. She is a bad-tempered eldest lady. Who wouldn't want to break into her room?

It was she who underestimated it. This kid didn't have the basic common sense of human society at all, and he shouldn't be treated as an ordinary human from the beginning.

"Because I'm hungry." Lenny blinked and said seriously.

Cecil: "..."

Does he really treat himself as a pet?

A deep sense of powerlessness struck her heart again, and even dispelled her breath of getting up. She waved and said helplessly: "You go out first, I want to change clothes."

This was too straightforward to say, but Lanny remained motionless as if he hadn't heard it, still leaning on the bed and looking straight at her.

Cecil was surprised by his reaction: "Hey, I let you out, please move it?"

Lanny turned a deaf ear, and even put his chin on his prone arm. He raised his fair and beautiful face, and his translucent green eyes looked bigger and rounder at this angle, shining with desire: "But I'm very hungry."

Cecil: "..."

Since meeting this Lannie, she seems to be speechless more and more. In the past, Kevin always showed incomprehensible expressions to her words and deeds. At the time, she still felt that this was a generation gap between her and the adults, and now she understood his feelings.

"Perhaps I should teach you how to behave like a normal human." Cecil said slowly, and the silvery halo gradually appeared from the white and slender fingertips—

"Cecile, are you up already?"

Arnold's voice suddenly sounded outside the door. Before Cecil could react, he suddenly pushed the door to enter, and his gaze was thrown in the direction of the bed as it was—

Undoubtedly, he also saw the strange boy sitting on the side of Cecil's bed.

...

"who is he?"

After a short silence, Arnold heard a voice that was completely different from his own.

Cecil: …ah, no, I was seen by my brother.

The atmosphere was suppressed for a moment. Lenny didn't react much, but Arnold's face had become very ugly, and it could even be described as terrifying.

This is the first time he has been so gaffe since he was sensible.

His beloved sister, who is as tender and tender as a flower bone, has been carefully and meticulously protected by him for so many years. He has never had any contact with any man other than his father and him, let alone with each other in pajamas. Live in the same room!

Arnold Junxiu's face became extremely gloomy, as if he would kill Lenny in the next second. Cecil realized that if she didn't say anything, Arnold might actually do something to Lanney, so she explained:

"Brother, he is our servant."

Arnold was cold: "I don't remember such a servant at home."

"Uh..." Cecil touched his cheek and pulled out a reluctant smile. "I just brought it back yesterday."

Arnold heard the words and turned his skeptical gaze to her. Not long after she woke up, she was still wearing a white nightdress with delicate lace. The fabric of the nightdress was soft and smooth, and the girl's curve was looming, with a hazy and green beauty.

Arnold's eyes gradually softened, and a faint relief rose in his heart.

This is his younger sister, his family, and even his most precious treasure. Outsiders only thought she was pampering and domineering, and only he knew her cuteness. But now, I was actually taken advantage of by a brat who didn't know where he came from...

Thinking of this, Arnold's anger rekindled. He walked over quickly, picked up Lanny's back collar, and bluntly threw him aside, then quickly took off his black military uniform and put it on Cecil, wrapping her tightly.

Cecil: "..."

It's too exaggerated, it made her seem to have been violated.

"If you want a servant, I can accompany you to choose a better one." Arnold put his arm around Cecil's thin shoulders and said softly, "This person can't do it."

"?"

Lanny, who was said "no", tilted his head. His short, pitch-black hair curled down beside his face, and his black hair reflected the snowy skin, adding a touch of soft innocence to him.

Unexpectedly, Arnold would be so resistant to Lenny, and Cecil felt a little bit distressed.

"But he's very obedient." She tried to say something nice for Lanny.

Arnold was resolute: "There are many obedient servants, not one behind him."

Cecil: "..."

Although in most cases Arnold can follow her unconditionally, there are some aspects that he will never compromise.

Realizing that there is a high probability that Arnold cannot be convinced today, Cecil sighed helplessly.

"Brother, let's not talk about it... I'm going to be late."

Arnold immediately glanced at the clock on the wall: "I will send you to the college."

"No, brother, don't you also want to go to the palace?" Cecil declined Arnold's kindness and said softly, "Go ahead, it doesn't matter if I'm late, it's okay if you're late."

"...Hmm." Arnold responded softly, and then gave Lenny a cold look behind him.

The more I look at this kid, the more unpleasant.

—I have to find a chance to get him away.