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Daphne had not been asleep for long when she was awakened by the movement on her hand.
She groggily opened her eyes and saw Miller holding her wrist, slowly removing the ruby bracelet from her hand.
"Brother, have you finished your work?"
She rubbed her eyes with her right hand, becoming more awake, and asked him in confusion, "Brother, why did you take off my bracelet?"
Miller had a smirk on his face, his hand clenched tightly, and he casually crushed the bracelet into scrap silver. Then he explained to the puzzled Daphne: "This bracelet doesn't look good. I'll give you a prettier one, sister."
Daphne sat up and looked at her bare left hand, saying nothing.
The older brother doesn't like the father, of course he doesn't like the bracelet the father gave her, but it's a pity that this is the only thing the father left her.
Miller took out a deep blue box placed beside her, slowly opened it in front of her, and inside lay a gold bracelet set with amethyst.
Daphne After careful consideration, she felt that the one her father had given her looked better in her private opinion.
Unexpectedly, her right foot was suddenly caught by her brother's hand, and then it was lifted up with an irresistible force.
Miller gazed deeply at her fair feet and the cute toes that curled reflexively, slowly sliding the bracelet onto her hand.
There was a cool sensation around her ankle, and Daphne couldn't help but fidget in her brother's hand.
I don't know which nerve of Miller was touched by Daphne's actions. Her right foot was lifted higher by her brother, and the next second, the top of her foot suddenly felt a warm, soft touch.
Daphne opened her eyes wide, looking at her brother with closed eyes, his face inexplicably devout, and his face started to flush again.
"Brother..." She wanted to pull her foot out, but was held tightly by Miller, unable to move.
The fair and smooth skin seemed to still carry the scent of milk, Miller's thin lips moved, and his fangs scraped against them.
His tongue extended, the cool and moist tip of his tongue ambiguously roamed over the instep, moving downwards, taking each lovely, curled toe into his mouth, his throat greedily swallowing as if to consume them.
His other hand quietly grasped her left ankle, pulling it outward, making it impossible for her to close her feet together, fully exposing the beautiful scenery below to his eyes.
Miller The fundus is dim, release her feet, and move the lips and tongue upward. Every time it touches the skin, it triggers a shiver, like an electric shock.
Until the nightgown was lifted, Miller's lips were at the level of her thighs, and the sweet girlish scent kept emanating from that warm place, just a few centimeters away from his face.
He used his fingers to lightly tug at the bows on either side, and through the soft, smooth, thin fabric, he kissed Daphne's fickle.
Daphne's head was smoking, feeling sensitive and weak all over, her eyes moistened, and she tried to close her legs, holding his head in between: "Brother—"
Her voice was more like a hint or encouragement than a plea, Miller fluttered his eyelashes twice, stuck out his tongue to press and lick inside, and asked ambiguously, "What's wrong, Flora?"
"Do not, cannot lick there..."
"Hmm?" The pale pink underwear was stained with deep water marks, pure and enticing. "Don't lick there, brother?"
Daphne Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes as she pushed his head away with her hand, saying, "It's right there, you can't, you can't, brother, you can't do this."
Miller Exhausting her completely, he finally let her go and pressed down on her soft body, gently asking, "Do you like it, Flora?"
Daphne Blushing on both cheeks, panting non-stop, her legs rubbing against each other in a wet and slippery manner, biting her lip: "Brother clearly said... that he wanted me to get familiar with the house first, right? Why are you doing such strange things?"
Miller Smiling, he closed his eyes and kissed her on the cheek, his eyelashes casting a gentle shadow as they fell beneath his eyelids.
After a while, he stepped back, rubbed his sister's head, got off the bed, and helped her pick out another light blue dress from the wardrobe, indicating for her to change out of the wrinkled dress she was currently wearing.
Daphne held the dress and looked up at her brother, waiting for a while. Miller remained calm and composed, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching her. Daphne saw that he showed no intention of avoiding her, and her eyes turned red with anxiety.
"Brother, can you please go out first?" she pleaded, pointing to the door.
"Why do you want me to go out, brother?"
Daphne stomped her foot on the bed: "Brother is a boy, you can't watch me change clothes!"
Miller didn't take advantage of the situation to tease her, but instead chuckled and asked, "Is Flora sure she can dress herself?"
Daphne Listening to her brother's words, she felt something strange, so she lowered her head and looked at the skirt. Finally, she discovered that the back of the skirt had a complex pattern of interlaced ribbons and buckles.
"...Brother, can I change to another skirt?"
"Big brother just wants to see Flora wear this."
"Then big brother, wait for me outside! I'll put it on and then let big brother help me put on the back."
I didn't see my sister crying in a hurry, Miller smirked and walked out of the room, waiting for her to change her dress by herself.
In fact, this dress didn't seem so difficult to put on. Daphne stood with her back to the mirror, lifted her hair to the front, and felt her way up from the bottom to fasten all the buttons at the back.
The ribbons are a bit troublesome. She casually tied a few knots behind her back and looked at the mirror, feeling that the knots were tied very ugly.
Daphne opened the door and looked at her brother, who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, and asked him, "Brother, can you help me? The straps on my back are tied very ugly."
Miller He raised his eyes and looked at her flawless skin and pure face, which were set off even more by the light blue fabric. His eyes darkened slightly as he walked over to her.
Daphne She turned around, exposing her back without any defenses, waiting for her brother to help her tie the knot.
Seeing her trust herself so much, Miller slightly curled his lips, and his rough fingertips lightly traced her butterfly-like shoulder blades. Listening to his sister's suppressed hum, he helped her untie the messy straps on her back, then slowly tied them into the shape of a butterfly.
"Done."
Miller Letting go of her hand, he saw his little sister turn around, looking obedient and adorable. There was a hint of indulgence in his eyes. "You truly are a princess."
Daphne Blushing at his praise, she stepped forward and took the initiative to link her arm with her brother's, leaning against him as she said, "Then, big brother, please take this princess to visit my castle now."
"My pleasure."
After taking a proper look around, Daphne realized that their home was indeed a huge castle. Along the way, they had no idea how many corridors and halls they had passed through, or how many doors of rooms they had seen.
They passed through another small hall and saw a seemingly bottomless corridor. Miller told her that each room along this corridor contained a different type of musical instrument.
Daphne opened the doors to several rooms and found that they all had the same white carpet, with tables and sofas in the corners. There was probably a floor-to-ceiling window or a small balcony, but the heavy curtains were tightly drawn, blocking out any light.
"Big brother, with such a big house, do we need a lot of servants to clean?"
Miller replied, "The castle needs people to clean every day. There are probably about two thousand servants in the host family." These numbers don't include the people who trim the gardens, repair the lawns, and the idle blood servants in the side courtyard.
"You wouldn't normally see them, Louis asked them to give way in advance to avoid collisions."
No wonder she and her brother walked for so long without anyone seeing them.
She was puzzled: "How did they know where we were going?"
"They have sharp hearing," Miller didn't want to elaborate on it.
"Mmm..." Daphne leaned her head against her brother's, walking slowly, then tugged at his sleeve to stop.
Miller stopped beside her and asked, "Flora tired from walking?"
Daphne blushed and asked somewhat sheepishly, "How far have we walked? Have we not covered the route around our home yet?" Her feet were starting to ache.
"Probably about a quarter of it."
Looking at the disheartened expression on his little sister's face, Miller chuckled and reached out to encircle her soft waist, his voice magnetic: "How about a hug from big brother?"
Daphne quickly caught his ill-intentioned hand and said, "No hugging, it makes my waist and back ache, and my legs feel uncomfortable. I want big brother to carry me."
Miller squatted in front of her, Daphne swept her hair back and stood behind him, trying it on for size. Suddenly, she realized that wearing this midi skirt, it probably wouldn't look good if she carried it on her back.
After squatting for a while and not seeing the person behind her come up, Miller asked, "What's wrong, Flora?"
Daphne sighed sadly and stood behind him, leaning on his back, saying, "Let's not go any further, big brother. Can we take a rest?"
She leaned against him without any guard, and Miller licked his teeth, standing up and grabbing her wrist that was wrapped around his waist, "Shall we just sit in a room for a while?"
"Okay."
Miller pushed open the door to a room, which turned out to be a piano room, inside with only one piano.
The upright piano in Daphne's room is different from this white grand piano, which stands alone in a large corner, like a forgotten king.
Daphne sat on the sofa, rubbing her little feet, and seeing Miller's gaze fixed on the piano, she asked curiously, "Do you play the piano, big brother?"
"Well, I learned a long time ago, but I don't really play much now."
"I want to hear my brother play the piano."
Miller nodded and walked slowly to the piano stool, sitting down. His right hand, wearing pristine white gloves, rested on the immaculate piano lid, and then he remained motionless for a long time.
Daphne took small steps and ran to her brother's side, bringing another piano stool to sit down.
Miller looked at the piano, lost in thought. After a long while, he slowly took off his gloves and said cryptically, "Daphne... Do you know? I only play this piano for the future matriarch of the Vandura Family."
In fact, all the instruments in this corridor belong to the future matriarch of the Vandura Family.
Daphne looked at her brother's profile in confusion for a moment. It took her a while to process what he was saying, and suddenly she understood. Her face turned as red as a ripe lobster.
Twisting her skirt, her gaze wandered, looking at his hair, the gloves on the ground, and the piano pedals, but she didn't dare to look into his eyes. She stammered, "T-today, are you... are you going to make an exception for me today, brother?"
Miller looked at her bewildered expression, chuckled lightly, and said nothing.
He lifted the piano lid, gently placed his hand on the keys, tested the sound, and a soft melody flowed like water from his hands.
With another press, he began to play in earnest. Miller's slender fingers danced across the piano, not quickly, and the melodious and soothing music danced on his fingertips. He closed his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a shadow on his face. He didn't look like a performer, but more like a conductor orchestrating from behind the scenes.
His back was so straight, even when his head was bowed in a humble angle, one could still see the nobility and elegance of royalty in his posture.
Daphne Looking at his profile, her gaze was intoxicated in a way she couldn't even realize.
"How is it?"
Her brother's voice brought her back from the immersion in the sound of the piano. Daphne blinked and realized that her brother's performance had already ended.
She smiled and applauded, "Brother, you played very well."
"Is that all?"
Miller looked at her calmly, with emotions unclear in his eyes.
Does she still need to say anything?
Daphne looked into his eyes, not knowing why her heart was beating so fast, so fast that her mind was in a whirl.
Miller pressed down, his hands encircling her waist, drawing her closer to him.
The increasing proximity between the two became more and more dangerous. Daphne thought about the boundary-crossing entanglement just now, and in a panic, she pushed him away.
Miller's actions were interrupted, and he retreated in response to her rejection. He once again became the hypocritically harmless older brother, as if he had never intended to do anything just now, and asked with genuine concern, "Have you rested enough? Do you want to continue finding the way?"
Daphne glanced at his Adam's apple, then down at his luxurious cufflinks, pinching her hand and softly saying, "…Or maybe we should just go back first. There's still a week before we have to study, so it's not that urgent."
"That's true, after resting for a while, it will be time for another meal."
The two returned along the same path. This time, Daphne seemed lost in thought, and Miller tried to start a conversation with her several times, but she only responded absentmindedly.
"Flora?"
"Daphne": "Mmm."
"Darling?"
"......"
"Daphne." Miller stopped in his tracks, and Daphne, who was holding onto his arm, also came to a halt.
"What's wrong, Daphne? What are you thinking about?" He reached out his finger and gently stroked her cheek. "It seems like you've been absent-minded since just now. Can you tell your brother why?"
Daphne's eyes began to wander, looking around in all directions except at Miller.
This is the gallery we just visited, with walls covered in various oil paintings of flowers and plants. Every few meters, there are white candles on the verge of burning out hanging on the walls. At the end of the gallery, there are heavy dark indigo curtains.
Her gaze shifted from the curtains, one second, two seconds, and suddenly Daphne noticed something, then stared back at the corner of the curtain, her expression changing from confusion to disbelief.
Another gust of wind blew through, probably because the window wasn't closed, causing movement there.
She saw a beam of sunlight.
Daphne opened her eyes wide, forgetting her brother beside her. She let go of his arm and ran halfway to the window, grabbing the curtain and pulling it open with a swoosh.
Sa——
Miller still stood in the same place, calmly watching her run past, watching the sunlight cascade onto her body, watching her snow-white skin become even more transparent and fragile under the sunlight.
Daphne Holding the pocket watch, looking at the azure sky outside the window, then lowering her head to check the time on the watch. The hour hand still silently and firmly points to seven, while the second hand, unaware of her confusion, dances carefreely towards the future.
Daphne Cried again, tears falling from her eyes, soaking into the carpet, leaving a dark water mark.
She stood by the window for who knows how long, shrugging her shoulders and turning to look at her brother, who had been standing in the same spot, expressionless, looking at her.
"Brother," she asked hoarsely, "is it morning now?"
Facing the sunlight, Miller's light brown hair seemed to turn into a golden color like that of an angel. He smirked and nodded, saying, "Yeah, it's morning now."
She stood there in a daze, watching her brother walk towards her step by step, then he embraced her. The embrace tightened gradually, his hands gripping her slender waist possessively, asserting control over her.
"Don't be afraid, my sister."
Miller greedily sniffed the other person's scent, a strong darkness swirling in his eyes, but his tone was unusually gentle, "I'm here, always with you."
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