Chapter 7: He should be a retard

Heloise was lying straight on the bed.

What's this about?

Reginald followed and lay down, the man's presence frighteningly strong, barking orders, "Hold me."

"..."

Holy shit.

Heloise silently moved her body aside; her hand being forcefully grabbed once more.

"You're a troublesome little lunatic, you can't understand human language."

Reginald said disgustedly before crossing her arm towards the bed and pillowing himself up.

Immediately afterward, he curled up again to lie on his side in her direction, one of his long legs straddling her directly.

"..."

Heloise was speechless.

Looking at him in this childlike, rude and unrestrained posture, Heloise felt dreadfully embarrassed.

His sleeping posture is really ...

When his sister died, he should still be just a little retard, right?

"Sis, father came to see me today."

The man suddenly stared at her and opened his mouth, his sneering and mocking voice coming out of his throat, "Asking me to allocate money for him to loiter in sporting houses, do you think it's not ridiculous? He still needs money from his son for playing with whores."

"..."

The man leaned against her dependently, "Right now I'm keeping a manor to shelter him. If he keeps this up, I'm going to kick him out to beg for food, okay?"

It was as if he was telling a story tranquilly: If you can't finish eating your hamburger today, just throw it away.

The old man lingers in brothels and asks his son for money. What kind of family is this?

"When you left me, I was 9 years old, I couldn't give you anything. Now I'm 28 years old, I have everything. Still the same. I can't give you."

The man suddenly let out a bitter laugh, his eyes became bleak, no longer the light-hearted cold-bloodedness of a moment ago.

Heloise listened face-palmed.

Although she didn't know what had happened, she felt very sorry.

But sorry is just sorry.

Now his whole body was pressing on her heavily, which hardly made her suffocate.

She felt like she was going to be crushed by his long legs.

"Sis, pat me as you did when we were kids." The man commanded.

"..."

Heloise didn't move.

Reginald simply grabbed her backward by her hand that was resting on his pillow and forced her to pat him on the back.

Heloise was extremely speechless, her hand nearly folding over 180 degrees in his grip, and before she broke her arm, she chose to submit, wrapping her arms around his neck and slapping him up against his back.

The motion was heavy.

Mechanically.

Unlike normal human.

She hoped to whack him to death and finish him.

"That's more like it." Reginald was rather pleased with her performance, and the man leaned into her even more.

She was wearing his sister's old dress, all steamed with buds, tinted with an aroma that had a calming and stabilizing effect, and it smelled especially pleasant.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Heloise tapped one at a time.

His hot breath brushed against her neck, like a feather ruffling through it, tickling her so much that her toes curled up.

Nobody knew how much time passed before Reginald lost his voice.

She turned her eyes to peek at him and was surprised that he had fallen asleep.

His hair was still half wet, narrow eyes closed, his handsome nose peak threw a side shadow, thin lips pursed.

He looks like a normal man, but he is a bloody tyrant as soon as he takes action, and the most abnormal thing is that he loves to hold the psychotic woman reminiscent of the past.

She really didn't know whether to call him a pervert or nostalgic.

Heloise's hands were aching and limp, and when she saw him sleeping, she stopped and tried to pull her hand out from below his head.

Just as she moved, the man's commanding voice exploded abruptly, "Keep going."

"..."

Heloise was going to cry.

...

Flying white snow drifted down in fine flakes, thus it became a roiling, pure white world in the manor.

Soon, this whiteness was destroyed.

There were screams filling in the manor in all directions.

The beautiful young girl stood in the courtyard, with pretty eyes filled with crazy killing intent.

A knife in her hand was ruthlessly stabbed into the body of the person wearing the servant's clothes, then it was pulled out.