The knight took off the silver metal armor, held one end of the silver fork with his pale and slender hands, and untied the blond hair from the fork.

The young man's breath brushed against the knight's wrist, and the white-haired young man's eyes were shining, and he came closer to see the knight's movements. Duke Ryan looked at the young man and the knight who were getting closer and closer with a sullen face, and knelt down, Lan was speechless.

, was forced to sit up a little.

The blond hair was quickly untied, and Duke Lane pushed his blond hair behind his back, ignoring Lan Min's eyes. He was the noble Duke Lane, and it was absolutely impossible for this lowly fool to want to play with his hair.

The corners of Duke Ryan's mouth turned up slightly, not only because of Lan Mo's disappointed expression, but also because of the good show that was about to be staged.

"William."

Lan Mo heard Duke Lane read the knight's name in a deliberately slow tone. He looked at the silent knight, then looked up at Duke Lane, and couldn't help but shudder, because a malicious light shone on Duke Lane.

The twinkling eyes in his special green eyes are reminiscent of cats that cruelly play with their prey. They like the pitiful struggle of their prey before death.

"Idiot, you hurt my hair." Duke Ryan said in his heart that he had a ready excuse to intimidate the young man, "You are going to be in trouble."

After saying that, Duke Lane sneered.

The white-haired young man shrank in fright. He stepped back a little, trying to get away from Duke Lane, who suddenly became scary, but was pulled back. Duke Lane's face suddenly turned cold, and he stared back at the original

The knight standing respectfully said, "William, come here and cut off his little finger."

After saying that, Duke Lane immediately looked at the white-haired young man's expression. But he was disappointed because Lan Min didn't understand the last sentence.

But Lan Mo understood that Duke Lane asked William to come over. His eyes curled up, his fear faded a little, and he looked at the knight expectantly.

The knight came over, and Duke Lane scratched Lan Min in pain because of Lan Min's performance. Lan Min cried out in pain, and Duke Lane grabbed Lan Min tighter.

The knight walked up to Lan Min and stopped. Lan Min stretched out his hand to the knight and naturally complained, "Brother, the Duke's grip on me hurts so much."

The young man's clear eyes were full of trust in the knight.

The knight put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

A voice repeated the words that supported him over and over again in his ears——

You swore an oath to Lord Lane.

All orders must be executed.

This is just a nasty game played by the Duke. You've seen through it a long time ago, haven't you?

Youth can't really be harmed.

A small voice said in the bottom of his heart that he would only lose the trust of the young man. In that case, the Duke's purpose would be achieved.

After Duke Lane focused too much attention on young people, no one was allowed to continue to interfere. Young people had become Duke Lane's forbidden pet.

You must keep your oath.

The snow-white sword blade slipped out from the knight's silver fingers, and the white-haired young man stared blankly at the white arc drawing towards the fingers he stretched out towards the knight.

The raised sword edge brings an icy chill,

The young man raised his head, his expression still dazed, like a lamb that was suddenly carried to the butcher's knife, still affectionately using his pink claws and hooves to rub against the person who was about to hurt him.

Until the cold blade fell on his little finger.

A thin line of blood appeared on the young man's little finger.

It turned out that he wanted to chop off my fingers.

The young man looked at his fingers stiffly, his expression finally changed, and he finally understood the meaning of the Duke's last words.

But he still couldn't understand it, because the man holding the sword was a knight.

Didn’t you ask him to call him brother? Isn’t brother the protector?

"Why?" The innocent face of the white-haired young man looked at the knight covered in cold armor with a wounded look, "Are you lying to me?"

The knight couldn't answer. He forced himself to look at the young man and let himself remember the pain he deserved at this moment.

"Fool, look." Duke Lane's cold and vicious voice sounded. This was what he wanted to see, "This is the brother you said you wanted to protect."

So, my brother is not a protector, but also a harmer?

"No one will protect you." Duke Lane said, "I asked him to chop off your little finger this time, and he did it next time."

Duke Lane lifted the sword blade with his fingers and moved it to the young man's ivory-white ring finger, "That's the ring finger."

The young man suddenly shrank his fingers. Duke Ryan smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the sword hanging on the young man's fingers, but the arm around the young man's waist tightened even more.

The knight's hand holding the sword trembled imperceptibly, and he retracted the sword silently.

Duke Lane "Do you still believe he will protect you?"

The white-haired young man fell weakly in his arms, his eyes were empty, and Duke Lane wanted to only reflect his shadow here.

The young man is the closest to him.

"I don't believe it anymore."

The knight tightened his grip on his sword.

Lan Min gave the correct answer.

"Very good." Duke Lane said that he would reward him.

"Hmm" The injured little finger was forcefully lifted up and came into contact with Duke Ryan's soft lips. Lan Min's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she unconsciously opened her eyes wide, looking at Duke Ryan's beautifully shaped lips and hesitated for a moment.

, then opened it slightly, and then gently sucked his fingers in.

The scalding temperature frightened Lan Min.

"No," Lan Min argued loudly, struggled, and then suddenly froze.

Because when he was struggling, his little finger touched something softer.

"Shut up." Duke Lane snorted when he was caught off guard, but the young man's unintentional touch reminded him.

Do you want to do this? Duke Lane hesitated.

The young man began to struggle again.

never mind.

Duke Lane no longer hesitated. This was his gift to this fool. It was just a gift.

The blood on Lan Min's wound was swept away by this soft thing. In order to save the frightened young man, the hypocrite suddenly began to treat the young man with extreme pity and pity.

"Duke" Lan Min shouted blankly.

"Uh-"

Lan Min's face was suddenly pressed into his arms by Duke Ryan, and the rich fragrance from Duke Ryan's blond hair enveloped Lan Min.

"Idiot, why do you call me brother William?" Duke Lane thought of this title and was still worried about it. Regardless of the fact that the knight was right next to him, he bit Lan Min's fingertips bitterly, causing Lan Min to groan.

, and then felt pity and kept comforting her.

Duke Lane's long blond hair hung down like layers of soft golden gauze, covering Lan Mo's face. His vision was deprived of these hairs, and his hearing and touch were amplified.

"He is not related to you by blood."

Duke Lane said bitterly.

The blond hair slid to both sides of Lan Min's face, revealing the hidden pale and beautiful face. Duke Ryan's face was enlarged in front of Lan Min, with unclear meaning in his blue eyes and bright red lips.

"Listen" Duke Lane bit Lan Min's little finger again, asking Lan Min to focus all his attention on him.

The injured area of ​​Lan Min's little finger was also gently soothed.

Duke Lane felt the white-haired young man trembling sensitively in his arms because of his actions, and he smiled with satisfaction.

The tips of Lan Min's ears trembled, and Duke Lane's gorgeous voice was thick and unclear, "Brother."

Lan Min opened her lips, as if she was frightened, and looked at Duke Lane stupidly, "Duke"

The last trace of awkwardness disappeared. Ryan didn't want to hear Lan Mo call the "Duke" that everyone would call him. He wanted to be closer, closer than anyone else, to prove their relationship.

"I won't call you a fool anymore. I'll call you brother, okay?"

"Really"

The white-haired young man's eyes reflected Ryan's fiery blue eyes, and his snow-white face turned crimson, and he said confusedly, "But William said you are a Duke, and everyone must respect you, otherwise you will be punished."

"I don't want to be punished."

When Lan Mo called William, the knight's straight back stiffened, and he stared at the two people in an intimate posture on the recliner.

"You will not be punished." His loyal duke cousin coaxed the young man, "I am willing to do so, brother."

"You don't need to call me Duke, I allow you to call me Ryan."

"Lian." The young man was very smart and read it right the first time.

Duke Ryan happily kissed the forehead of the young man in his arms, "Brother, you are awesome."

Lan Min was distracted for a moment because he felt something bitten him on the back of his neck, which was very painful.

A flash of silver light disappeared and merged into Duke Ryan's dazzling blond hair.

Is it an illusion?
To be continued...