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Whites came on the first day, and Daphne taught her some basic etiquette. An afternoon passed quickly.
Her brother had been working in his study all the time, but when it was time to sleep, he still came over to take a look at her.
"Big brother?" Daphne sat on the bed, just about to cover herself with the blanket, with half of her body still exposed.
Miller walked to her bed, sat down, and used his fingers to tuck the hair on her cheek: "Flora, are you planning to sleep like this?"
Daphne blinked and said, "What if I don't?"
"I thought you would want your brother's goodnight kiss."
Daphne a little embarrassed, but still closed her eyelashes lightly, facing her brother's face.
Miller lowered his head, kissed her on the face, then slowly moved to her lips, and lightly bit the soft and tender lips.
After being led astray by her older brother, Daphne no longer feels that there's anything wrong with what they're doing. She tugs at Miller's sleeve, quietly plants a kiss on his cheek, then lies down and waves, saying, "I'm going to sleep now, goodbye, big brother."
Miller rubbed her hair and left the bedroom with a smile.
The next day, just as it was getting dark, Daphne woke up.
She rubbed her eyes, lingered in bed for a while, and then stretched out her hand for Lucia to pull her up, moving slowly to bathe and get ready.
"What is Mrs. White doing now?" Daphne obediently extended her hand for Lucia to help her put on her dress.
"The master of the house is discussing things with Mrs. White in the study," Lucia replied.
"Discussing things? What do they want to discuss behind my back?" Do they want to give her extra lessons?
Daphne didn't wait long in the room before Miller asked Louis to call her to the study.
Opening the door to the study, she looked around curiously at her brother's dark room.
There aren't that many books, all placed on one bookshelf. The huge desk that my brother uses for writing is placed in front of the bookshelf, facing the front door.
"Daphne, sit here," Miller pointed to the seat next to him, directly opposite Whites, and Daphne obediently walked over and sat down.
Miller clasped his hands together and placed them on the table in a relaxed manner.
Perhaps because there were others present, he behaved more seriously and did not pull her over to fiddle around: "I discussed it with Mrs. White and we both think it's better for her to teach you in the future."
Daphne Doubtful: "What about the upcoming courses?"
Whites Interjects with a smile: "It's going to be management, music, literature, and so on."
Daphne blinked and looked at her, then turned to look at her brother.
"What's wrong?" Miller asked her, holding a teacup.
"Why can't I learn to read first? It's so boring to stay in the room every day and not be able to read."
Mrs. White's smile deepened as she looked at Miller, wanting to see how he would respond.
Miller listened to Daphne's meaning, and his expression remained gentle: "The main reason for this arrangement is to let you focus on etiquette learning first, and not be distracted by textual studies, which would add to the burden of learning."
"I don't think learning is a burden at all. These etiquettes are easy to learn," she felt as if she had learned them a long time ago.
Miller fell silent for a moment and then said, "Since Daphne has the intention, let's accelerate the learning process a bit. She can start learning to read in half a month." This was said to Whites.
The etiquette learning did speed up. In the afternoon, Mrs. White only had her review what she had learned the day before, then taught her two movements and handed her an old notebook.
"Here are recorded the words spoken by people of different identities, and how you should respond," she said.
Daphne took the notebook carefully and flipped through a few pages, suddenly realizing that she couldn't read.
She looked bewildered as she faced the full page of words in the notebook, and Whites laughed, saying, "This is for you to read later, no need to rush now."
The two sat on the balcony, each holding a cup of black tea. After being moistened by the tea, Whites' red lips appeared even more delicate, like rose petals wet with dew.
Daphne noticed her lips and admired, "Mrs. White's lips are so red."
Whites set down the teacup, feeling both surprised and yet somehow not surprised, "Hmm, Miss Daphne didn't put on any makeup?"
"Putting on makeup?"
"Yes, applying lip color is also part of putting on makeup."
Daphne returned to her room and looked at her rosy lips in the mirror. She asked Lucia in the corner, " Lucia, why have I never worn makeup?"
Lucia was a little surprised by her question and replied, "It's the master's orders. He said that the young lady doesn't receive outside guests at home, so there's no need for these things."
Mrs. White isn't considered a guest either?
"Alright." Daphne didn't think much about it, just a little curious.
Daphne is now living a boring life of sleeping, being bored, studying, reviewing, and sleeping every day.
Of course, this does not include the time for meals and the time spent doing strange things with my brother.
My brother's frequent hugs and kisses were so natural to the servants and butlers in the castle, and when in front of Mrs. White, the two of them usually didn't show excessive affection.
Daphne naturally assumed that the interaction between her and Miller was a normal interaction between siblings.
When Miller pecked her face with his lips, she would respond softly by kissing her big brother's cheek. Even when Miller nibbled on any part of her body, she showed no shyness.
In order to prevent Daphne from feeling too lost when she encounters new courses, Whites has already started to teach her some simple words in advance.
Right now, Daphne is in the stage of independent word recognition, and she still can't read the books in the room.
After class, during a casual chat, Whites suddenly asked her, "Miss Daphne, tomorrow is the monthly day off. Do you have any plans?"
"Monthly day off?" Daphne looked puzzled.
"It's the day off each month, no need to go to class. Didn't I mention it to you before?"
"...I probably forgot."
Monthly day off Ah... to be honest, Daphne feels like there's really no difference whether she takes a day off or not.
Seeing that she doesn't have any plans, Whites suggests, "How about going out for a walk?"
Daphne blinked: "Go out? Leave the castle?"
"Yes, Miss Daphne probably hasn't been outside yet. If Lord Vanthro doesn't allow it, a walk in the garden at home should also be fine."
"Ah, I haven't even been to the garden." Daphne mused.
During dinner at midnight, Daphne took the opportunity while Miller seemed to be in a good mood after drinking his fill, and brought up the matter to him: "Brother, I want to go out and play tomorrow."
"Go out to play?"
Miller squinted his eyes, thinking she wanted to leave home and go to the city, and refused, "No, you can't."
"Why?" Daphne looked at her brother with disappointment, pouting. "I just wanted to take a walk in the garden. Do you always have to confine me to the room, dining hall, and study room?"
Knowing that she didn't want to leave the house, Miller skillfully picked her up and comforted her, "No, Flora can of course play in the garden. Brother thought you wanted to leave home."
Daphne was being rubbed by her brother, her cheeks rosy, and she was a little curious about the outside world: "Why can't I go outside?"
"Because there are too many bad people outside, it's easy to hurt you, and there are even bad people who want to take you away from your brother."
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