Raising Octopus Juvenile

"Mrs. Stella?" Cecil called out softly.

"What's the matter, little Cecil?" Stella recovered and responded to Cecil with a smile.

Cecil said with a look of concern: "Have your cold cured?"

Hearing this, Stella was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a touched smile.

"Little Cecil, you care about me so much, I'm so happy." She walked towards Cecil briskly, the folding fan in her hand was exquisite and luxurious, setting her off even more brilliantly, "Don't worry, I'm completely better. That's why I came to you."

Her words were natural and intimate, as if she and Cecil were already close friends.

Cecil was not as sharp and indifferent as last time, but smiled softly.

"Mrs. Stella, I should be happy. Thank you for not disgusting me because of my attitude. In any case, I have to apologize for the improper behavior last time."

Stella opened her eyes slightly in surprise, then smiled and gently stroked Cecil's cheek.

"What are you talking about." Stella stared at her, her eyes gentle and tolerant. "Aren't we family members? There is no need to apologize between family members, let alone you are so cute."

Very good response, except for the last sentence—it makes people confused.

Cecil thought this way, silently making an obedient and sensible look.

A few days passed, she had already figured it out. In fact, there is no need to reject this beautiful stepmother. After all, it is the father of the scumbag who makes the decision. Even if the stepmother is not completely innocent, she shouldn't be cold-eyed by her.

Every woman who fell in love with that man was very pitiful, whether it was her mother, Lena's mother, or the beautiful and young Stella.

So Cecil decided to get along with Stella.

"Now come and drink tea with me? I also asked them to make delicious little cakes. You will love them."

Stella said, stroking Cecil's cheek, moving gently and slowly, with a feeling of love, making Cecil feel a little uncomfortable.

But she was too embarrassed to let Stella take her hand away, after all, they had just established a harmonious and friendly relationship.

She had to answer first, then turned around pretending to be busy, fished out the little octopus from the tank and put it in a clean glass bottle, and then explained to Stella: "I will change my fish place first. You can go outside and wait, and I'll look for you when I change."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you in the courtyard." Stella said with a smile.

Cecil nodded slightly and took the little octopus and went out first. Only Stella and Lanny were left in the room, and the atmosphere was almost weirdly quiet.

"You just wanted to devour little Cecil, didn't you?"

After a while, Stella spoke suddenly. She raised her beautiful wrist lightly, her beautiful folding fan pressed against her lips, an indescribable charm.

Lanny tilted his head: "Swallow?"

"No need to pretend, the breath you just released was too strong, I noticed it as soon as I came in."

Stella looked at the boy in front of him calmly.

She couldn't see what the boy's body was, but her instinct told her that he was very likely to be hers. There is no reason for him. The desire that the young man exposed at the moment was too obvious. She knew very well that the almost suffocating darkness was definitely not something that a weak human could possess.

Lenny looked at her steadily, and suddenly smiled: "Who are you?"

"Of course it's Little Cecil's family. How about you?"

"I'm Cecil's footman." Lanney's answer was serious.

There was no flaw in their answers, but they knew each other well that this was not the answer they wanted.

Stella squinted and said softly in a soft voice: "Listen, I don't care what you are. Don't try to steal little Cecil, let alone eat her in my place."

Lanny: "Why?"

"Because..." Stella laughed softly, but there was no smile in those beautiful purple pupils, "She is mine."

Her voice was gradually lowered, and there was a shuddering coldness, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

Lanny didn't respond to his words.

He tilted his head and looked at the woman in front of him carefully. Suddenly he said, "Are your eyes okay?"

"What?" Stella's beautiful face suddenly became cold.

Lanny also smiled softly, the laughter was light and cheerful.

"Nothing, just a simple greeting."

After speaking, he walked out of the room in a good mood, leaving Stella standing alone.

With a "click", the folding fan turned into fine powder and fell one after another, and Stella silently looked at the mess in the place, his face gloomy and scary.

She was threatened by something that didn't know what it was, and this guy seemed to have seen her body.

Absolutely, absolutely can't let him **** her prey.

Absolutely not.

Cecil took the little octopus to the Rose Garden.

Without the original gardener, the rose garden became a mess. The climbing rose raged and grew wildly, as if it had absorbed a steady stream of vitality, spreading everywhere. Strangely, even so, no one in the mansion found out that the real Lenny had disappeared, as if such a person didn't exist in the first place.

Did Lanny do this too? Could it be that he used any magic to tamper with memory?

Cecil couldn't figure it out, so she didn't want to. She walked to the tall and thick cylindrical water tank and pulled the curtain down, revealing the creatures in the water tank—

"..."

"…vomit."

Cecil heard a retching, so she followed the sound and looked obliquely behind.

"Little, miss...I didn't mean to peek, I just, just..." The poor maid walked timidly from behind the lush rose bushes, her face pale, as if she had just experienced a cognitive shock.

"I understand, you are just curious about the mermaid." Cecil said understandingly, "but this is my favorite rose garden, I still hope you don't vomit here."

The maid understood what she meant, and hurriedly covered her mouth and ran out. Cecil watched her leave, then looked at the "mermaid" in the tank with a little disgust.

No, maybe it is more appropriate to call it a murloc.

The upper body of the murloc is basically the same as that of the human. The lower body is a long, fat fish tail, which is covered with dense lumps, which can be called mental pollution at first glance. The ugliest thing is its head, which is round and swollen. Although its facial features are similar to humans, its eyes are raised, its lips are plump, and its epidermis is glowing with a shabby grayish-blue color, which is more like the distortion of a fish head.

No wonder Alex was willing to give her such a disgusting thing.

As soon as the mermaid saw someone approaching, he began to slam the tank wall frantically. Cecil frowned in disgust, and lowered his head to ask the little octopus: "Little One, do you like this new neighbor? If I don't like it, I threw it away."

The little octopus lay in the glass bottle and stared at the mad mermaid. His eyes were shining, and he seemed to be very interested in this ugly thing.

Cecil: "..."

Unexpectedly, Xiaoyi's taste is so unique.

Although the little octopus seemed to want this neighbor very much, Cecil didn't like it very much. And if the murloc is really adopted, then Xiaoyi can't be placed in her room, at least she doesn't want to see such an unappetizing scene every day when she comes home.

Just when Cecil was in a dilemma, Lenny came over. He looked at Cecil, as if he wanted to say something, but Cecil stuffed the glass bottle with the little octopus into his hand and told him seriously: "You are here to watch the little one and this Just... mermaid, I have to go and drink tea with Stella."

She did not forget the afternoon tea she had made with Stella, so she hurried to the appointment.

"Stop..." Lanney glanced at the ugly mermaid, and his blue eyes flashed with disgust. He subconsciously called Cecil's name and turned his head, only to find that Cecil was gone.

"..."

Lanny looked at the mermaid indifferently, and then at the little octopus in the glass bottle.

Then he raised his hand and threw the glass bottle into the mermaid's tank.

Cecil came to the lush courtyard as scheduled.

This courtyard is used by Kevin to entertain guests. It is different from the flourishing and secretiveness of the Rose Garden. The plants, trees, flowers and trees here are taken care of according to his aesthetics. Sense of form.

In the corner of the courtyard is a small hollow round table with carved ivory white flowers, and Stella sits alone at the table, who is holding his chin and smiling at Cecil.

There is no one else.

Cecil walked over, pulled the chair away and sat down across from Stella. Stella looked at her with a smile, and gently pushed the pre-pour black tea in front of her.

"I made it as soon as I heard your footsteps. The temperature should be just right now. Can you try?"

Cecil: Too considerate.

She took a sip of the bone china cup according to her words, and praised sincerely: "Thank you, Mrs. Stella, it is delicious."

"Really? I can rest assured if you like to drink."

Stella covered her mouth and chuckled, then picked up a delicate and cute little cake from the dessert plate and brought it to Cecil's lips.

"Try this, you will love it too."

Cecil cast his eyes down. The white and slender fingers pinch a brightly colored cake with beautifully shaped crimson nails, which looks charming and alluring.

She obediently took a bite on the cake, and the creamy cream touched her lips. She was accustomed to licking off that bit of cream when Stella suddenly stretched out her finger and wiped her lower lip lightly—

It doesn't seem right to use the word "rub" to describe it. To be precise, it is rubbing.

Cecil could feel that Stella's delicate and cool fingertips were pressing against her lips, gently rubbing them slowly and seriously. At the same time, those beautiful purple eyes were staring at her, with a subtle smile in them.

Cecil: "..."

She seems to be molested by her stepmother?