Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil finally felt a little tired after such a thrilling and turbulent turn tonight.

The room was filled with a faint rose fragrance, which unexpectedly produced a sleep aid effect. Tiredness and sleepiness came together like a tide, and she yawned softly, and her whole body relaxed visibly.

"Lanny, you go back to your own room, I really want to sleep this time." Cecil rubbed his distressed eyes and couldn't help yawning again.

Hearing this, Lannie's face was wrinkled: "I won't go."

Cecil: "?"

"How can I sleep if you don't leave?" she asked incredulously.

Lanny answered seriously: "I won't wake you up."

Yes, you will only wake me up with nightmares.

Cecil certainly would not agree to let Lanny stay. Even if she knew his true identity, she still had a sense of vigilance towards him. What's more, Lanny is of the opposite sex. If other people, such as the servants in the mansion, see him spending the night in the lady's room, I believe the peachy news about her will soon spread all over the streets.

The gossip between the noble lady and the servants has always been the gossip that the citizens like to see and talk about.

It seems that sometimes it is not good for pets to be too clingy.

Cecil firmly pushed Lenny: "No, you go out."

However, Lenny didn't listen to her at all. Not only that, but he also lied on Cecil's lap as if lying on her lap, and gently rubbed her slender waist with a soft cheek through the thin white nightdress.

Cecil felt itchy on the side of the waist.

"Cecile... Neither Little One nor Little Two went out, and I don't want to go out either." Lenny said pitifully.

Cecil: "..."

It doesn't matter if you pretend to be pitiful, he also named another little octopus that he conjured with his tentacles, "Little Er".

"They are not the same as you, they are not comparable..." Cecil reluctantly refused softly. Suddenly, with a "bang", the door was pushed open.

"Cecile, I heard Stella called you away. Are you okay... right?"

Arnold, who broke in, froze the moment he entered.

His dearest and most precious sister is actually staying with a man at this time, and the man is still lying on her lap!

Cecil heard the movement and suddenly felt bad. At the same time, Lanny, who was lying on her lap, turned his face and looked at Arnold by the door without any sense of crisis.

It's this dark-haired servant again!

Arnold recognized Lanney at a glance, his heart burst into anger, and he was about to step forward and grab Lanney and throw him out. Cecil had quick eyes and hands, so he hid Lanney behind him one step at a time.

"Cecile!?" Arnold showed an unbelievable expression.

"Brother, you misunderstood." Cecil had already guessed what he was going to say, so he took the initiative to explain, "Lanny didn't do anything bad to me. I allowed him to stay here."

Hearing this, Lannie blinked and looked in a good mood.

Arnold was shocked and almost speechless, and his handsome face became slightly distorted.

"You, your permission...?"

Cecil nodded.

"Then he is lying on your lap, is you allowed...?"

Cecil paused subtly, and continued to nod.

Take it as she allowed it, otherwise Arnold would definitely drew his sword and stabbed Lenny on the spot.

Arnold was completely stunned. He opened his eyes wide as if incomprehensible, and sad emotions quickly appeared in his blue eyes.

He felt as if Cecil had grown up suddenly.

In the past, she would only surround him, follow her all the time like a puppy, and always let his brother protect her, as if someone was going to assassinate her.

But now, she would actually leave the boy in her room. Maybe in another year, she will hold an aristocratic man's hand, smile and say to him, brother, remember to come to my wedding.

Not allowed, absolutely not allowed!

Arnold couldn't believe the terrible picture. He regained his senses and looked straight at Lanny, who had nothing to do with him, his eyes as cold and harsh as a prisoner of the empire.

"Cecile, why is this guy still here?"

Cecil explained in a barren: "Ah...because he is very obedient..."

For a while, she really couldn't think of any advantages of Lanny besides being obedient.

Arnold: "I said this last time, this kind of guy with unknown origins can't stay at home."

"Well... but he will also take care of the Rose Garden." Cecil added weakly.

"Take care of the rose garden?"

Arnold glanced suspiciously at Lanney. He remembered that his father had indeed appointed a gardener who was responsible for the rose garden, but was that gardener the young man with delicate skin and tender meat?

He met Lanney's eyes, and silently stared at the dark green pupils. These eyes were as deep as a sea shrouded in mist, with no light and no waves, only a suffocating darkness.

Arnold gradually remembered.

There is indeed a gardener named Lanni, and Lanni is indeed this young man.

So this Lanny has been in the mansion for a long time... Then wouldn't he have been plotting against Cecil for a long time?

Arnold was even more angry.

"Since Cecil said you will take care of the Rose Garden," he looked at Lenny coldly, with bright blond hair, and the majesty of the knight commander seemed inviolable. "Let me check it out."

Cecil: "?"

Lanny: "???"

Carrying a bright fluorite lamp, Cecil and Lannie followed Arnold to the quiet rose garden.

As soon as he opened the dark carved iron door, Cecil smelled a strange fragrance. The rich rose fragrance mixed with the smell of plant rhizomes filled the entire rose garden, and there was a kind of dizzy feeling of dizziness when smelled too much.

This smell... Cecil had a bad feeling.

The three of them continued walking inside and stopped in front of a large black plant. Arnold brought up the fluorite lamp and leaned forward, suddenly illuminating the scene——

really.

Cecil stroked his forehead in despair.

Lanny, this bad thing, actually destroyed all the roses!

Since the construction of the Rose Garden, there has never been such a tragic situation. The petals floated everywhere like falling snow, and there was no complete rose alone. The vines and rhizomes were broken, and the green sap flowed from the broken section, staining the soil and petals in a mess.

Arnold: "..."

"Is this the result of his care?"

The blond youth's voice was softly inaudible, but Cecil knew very well that Arnold was now on the verge of breaking out.

"He...he occasionally misses..." Even Cecil himself knew how pale and weak his explanation was at this time.

Unfortunately, the initiators did not think there was any problem.

The beautiful young man with black hair and green eyes stood in front of a mess if nothing had happened. Not only did he not show any panic, he looked rather satisfied.

Arnold turned to look at him, his blue eyes like a frozen winter lake: "You take care of this?"

Lanny nodded naturally, "Do you like it?"

......A ghost is only when you like it.

Arnold narrowed his eyes slightly and asked slowly: "Why do you think I would like it?"

"Because the original look is ugly." Lenny blinked green eyes, and said in a naive, innocent, but almost cruel tone, "The ugly things have been ruined, shouldn't you be happy? ?"

Arnold: "..."

It's thinking that he can't understand at all.

Cecil didn't know what to say. She originally thought that Lanney simply didn't know how to trim roses, or that she liked to tear down the house like a dog, but now it seems that he still has his own set of aesthetic standards and behavioral logic.

She couldn't judge whether his aesthetic was right or wrong, but she should be angry at the fact that he destroyed his mother's rose garden.

It was her lack of restraint on Lanney that caused this unexpected result. In the final analysis, she is also responsible.

"Cecil, you see it now," Arnold said to her. "He can't do the job as a gardener, and he can't stay at Levitt's house."

"Yes, brother..." Cecil sighed softly and raised his eyes to Lenny coldly, "You leave, you are not allowed to step into the gate of Levitt's house, let alone this rose garden."

"Cecile?" Lanny blinked blankly, seemingly unable to understand why Cecil was so angry.

Cecil no longer explained to him patiently as before. In fact, although she was angry, she was not angry enough to drive Lanny away.

She did this more to appease Arnold.

But this did not prevent her from feeling sorry for these broken roses.

This is the mother's favorite. If she is still there, she will cry when she sees this scene, right?

"Cecile?" Lanny slowly approached her like a fluffy, well-behaved puppy. "Are you angry?"

"Don't get close to her anymore, leave here now." Arnold raised his arm indifferently, and lay between Lenny and Cecil. "Or, do you want to go to jail more?"

For Cecil, he has a way to cram Lenny into the sordid prison.

Lanny turned his face and looked at Arnold slowly. Those deep and clear blue eyes are extremely cold at this time, and the intense emerald green is as intoxicating as poison.

The rose garden was terribly quiet.

There is no sound of wind, no birds, no rustling of branches and leaves.

In the darkness of thick ink, the shadows surging slowly like ocean tides.

"Brother." Cecil whispered suddenly, "You go back first, I'll talk to Lannie again."

The surging shadow suddenly stopped again.

"You go back with me." Arnold was worried.

"No, Lanny won't do anything to me." She smiled soothingly at Arnold, "You go home, you stay here, I am embarrassed to say something."

"……All right."

Arnold left with a complicated mood, leaving Cecil and Lanny to stay in the Rose Garden.

Cecil squatted down, looked at the rotten petals, pinched it and smelled it, then let it go back with a sigh.

Lanny also learned her to squat down, next to her like a child: "Does Cecil like these flowers?"

Cecil said softly: "It's okay. Actually my mother likes it."

She said it was okay, but the expression on her face was very low. She had her eyes down, her long snow-colored eyelashes were flowing with silver stars, which were beautiful and translucent, like a thin and soft moonlight.

Lan Ni fixedly stared at her profile, a faint blue light gradually floated under her eyes.

He doesn't like flowers, nor does he like anything other than flowers.

But Cecil seemed to like it.

‘You can only restore them to their ugly appearance. He thought regretfully.