While lying on her stomach, Nigrede spoke words that made people blush and become aggressive. Fortunately, Droste was a young, passionate and innocent handsome boy. He was somewhat immune to such words. If the woman was not the one he liked, such words would sound rather harsh to him.

Droste pressed his shoulders, a little stunned by his own idea.

Why would he think so? Not every tenant must be accepted. At least, Droste doesn't need Nigrede, who is noisy and has a bit of a naughty personality.

Although Nicolade is one of the most beautiful women.

"My lord...how is it? Do I sound nice when I scream?" Nicoleida's face flushed, and there was a feeling of dizziness and drunkenness on her face. Her charming blush, bright red lips, and seductive eyes made people unable to resist kissing her.

"...I'm just giving you a massage, control your mouth or shut up."

"OK……"

Droste spoke calmly, and when he heard Nicole's muffled cries suddenly stop, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Fortunately, she is a maid. Even if her words and actions are exaggerated, she is very obedient. She does what she is told and listens to what she is told.

This might be the reason why her sister Albedo left her here, but why did she send her here to be a maid? She wasn't as scary as she looked.

Albedo, who was lying on the table, thinking about how to write the plot, suddenly sneezed. She touched her nose and muttered softly, "What's going on? Who is plotting against me?"

On Droste's bed, Nicoled, who had immediately hushed, continued to lie there, enjoying the strength of Droste's gentle massage, but from time to time a few charming and seductive moans escaped from the corners of her mouth, which she immediately muffled the moment Droste's gaze shifted away.

Three minutes, two minutes, one minute.

The time was almost up, so Droste stopped, stretched his fingers, and finally said to Nigrede: "It's almost time, you can get up."

"Yes……"

Nigrede was reluctant to get up from Droste's bed, but her eyes rolled and she suddenly thought of an idea. The corners of her mouth immediately curled up in a charming arc and she came up with a plan.

He finished speaking, but Nicole didn't get up. Droste frowned slightly and looked at Nicole in front of him.

She turned around and said pleadingly, "Lord Droste, can you do me another favor?"

"What's the deal?"

Hearing Droste's indifferent tone, Nigrede hesitated for a moment, but still bravely expressed her request.

"Lord Droste, can you help me apply some medicine? The butterfly bones on my back have been too dry recently."

"?" A black question mark appeared on Droste's head. Looking at Nicolede's pitiful expression, his brows slightly frowned, seeming a little dissatisfied.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit, please, Lord Droste, please." Nigret blinked her big eyes at Droste's face, her long eyelashes fluttering, and her face flushed slightly.

Just now, Droste gave her a slight shoulder massage, which made her feel that she should have enough favorability towards Droste, at least a little more.

Unfortunately, no, Droste just remembered the massages he had received as a gift.

"..."

Droste just looked at her calmly without saying anything.

However, Niguled seemed to have enough courage and continued to add with a momentum of not giving up until she broke through the south wall.

"Lord Droste, please forgive me for all the hard work I put into massaging you. I'm really exhausted from all the massages lately. It's very tiring."

"Please, Lord Droste..." "You don't want your little maid to suffer so much..."

"That's enough, stop it, if you don't want to be a maid, you can go back by yourself."

Droste didn't tolerate her at all. His expression turned slightly colder, and he raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Nicolede on the bed.

"Come on down, make the bed and wash it. I want to see a brand new room before I come back."

"That's it, no more words."

Droste left a word, opened the door and walked out.

"…Lord Droste! Lord!"

Nigredo's voice suddenly came over, but Droste didn't even turn around.

Originally, he kept Nigrede by his side for the sake of belonging and the like, but Nigrede's rather stubborn character always made Droste change his opinion of her, and then she suddenly did something that made him feel embarrassed.

You really shine when there's some sunshine. Do you think you're a sunflower?

I feel a little irritated.

Thinking this, Droste walked straight out the door.

The afternoon sky presents a unique brightness. The sun is still shining brightly, but it is no longer as strong and hot as it was at noon. The light begins to become soft, with a hint of golden warmth, indicating that the day is about to transition to night.

The clouds are made more three-dimensional by the sunlight against the backdrop of the blue sky, and their edges are stained with a light golden color, as if they were gold edges inlaid by the sunlight.

This layer of gold edge is also inlaid on Droste's departing back.

Nigrede chased downstairs and watched the figure leaving happily through the door. She suddenly felt a little flustered. It seemed that her moral blackmail was completely useless to Lord Droste and was easily rejected by him.

And it seemed like he was unhappy again.

Is it true that the favorability has not increased? Can't the adults be a little soft-hearted?

Nicoled's heart tightened, and she hoped that her sister Albedo could save her. She quickly ran up the stairs and packed her things, hoping to finish the housework quickly and go home to find her sister.

Droste was wandering outside, not knowing where to go.

As time goes by, the sun slowly moves westward, the angle of sunlight becomes lower and lower, the shadows are gradually lengthened, and the shadows of buildings, trees and pedestrians are projected on the ground, forming a unique pattern.

Unconsciously, Drost raised his head and looked at the dessert shop in front of him. There were a few big words written on it: "Isha Handmade Cake Dessert Shop."

Compared with before, Mrs. Isabel's dessert shop business feels more lively and has more traffic. Various desserts are displayed on the counter, from exquisite cakes to colorful macarons. Each one is like a work of art, attracting the attention of customers.

"Let's go in and take a look." Droste said softly to himself, then walked in.

But just as he took a step, Droste stopped, looked up and looked at the empty shop not far away, which even hadn't had a custom-made sign above it.

Let’s go visit Nigret’s house first and meet her sister Albedo.

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Monthly ticket, recommendation ticket! (End of this chapter)