Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil forcibly ended today's teaching under Lenny's various troubles.

Obviously, Lenny really likes this kind of close contact. He sat on the ground, flicking the tentacle named "Little San" like a tail flick, and the tail sound was prolonged and kept muttering: "Cecile, I haven't jumped enough yet, you teach me..."

"The few strokes I taught you are enough for you. This is the end of the dance class." Cecil found a pair of scissors from the drawer, walked to the shaking tentacles and stopped, "Now I'm going to cut. Don't move this junior."

Lanny raised his face to look at her, and blinked: "Don't be so troublesome."

The slender and soft tentacles stretched out in front of Cecil danglingly, rubbing against her palms. Cecil spread out the palm of her hand with a question mark on her face, and the tiny tip suddenly fell off and turned into a new and cute little octopus lying on the palm of her hand.

Cecil: "..."

Such revenge is totally unpleasant!

She also looked at the little octopus for a few seconds, and then put it in the tank. Now there were three identical little octopuses in the tank, and she watched them swimming together in love, and even had an old mother-like sense of relief.

You have to prepare more meat for them, otherwise they may fight for food. she thinks.

"Cecil, teach me again." Lanny raised his face and stared at Cecil with eager, bright eyes.

He thought that as long as he gave Cecil the "little three", Cecil would happily continue to teach him to dance, but he underestimated how cruel Cecil was.

"Stop teaching, sleep."

Cecil was firm, climbed onto the bed and wrapped himself tightly in a quilt, and then directed Lanny, "You change back and enter the fish tank. You can't get out without my permission."

This posture means that there is no room for negotiation.

"Hey." Lanny pouted his lips in disappointment, reluctantly changed back, and then slowly crawled into the water tank.

Cecil blew out the candlelight.

The room dimmed instantly. In the silence, Cecil could only hear his breathing and finally a steady heartbeat.

Looking at the transparent water tank in the dark, she vaguely saw four black shadows of the same size.

Four little octopuses.

Strangely, she seemed to be able to tell which one was the real little one, which is now Lanny.

They were exactly the same, but she always felt that Lanny was looking at her.

She closed her eyes, and couldn't help but reproduce the look in her mind when Lanny lifted her up. She felt that her heart rate was speeding up at the time, maybe because the close contact made her feel a little bit shy and helpless... but it seemed more than that simple.

Those emerald green eyes were piercing and bright, deep and dull. At the moment she met him, she seemed to see the endless darkness and nebula through his eyes.

The world in the eyes of octopus...is that like that?

This is the last question Cecil has before falling asleep.

Early the next morning, Cecil saw his father after a long absence.

He finally finished the affairs of the palace and ran back early in the morning just to have a good breakfast with his dear family.

"It's so lively today."

Cecil sat at the dining table, muttering absently while yawning.

"Yes, because everyone is here!" Lena answered her happily.

Not only are Kevin and Arnold at home, but Stella is also out. She looked as beautiful and charming as before, gentle and coquettish, she must say something different, but her amethyst-like eyes seemed a little darker.

"Little Cecil, you got up really early today." Stella saw Cecil at a glance, and she walked to Cecil with a curvaceous gait, without even looking at others, she was very natural. Sat down.

"..."

Kevin, who was sitting across from him, smiled a little stiffly.

He also deliberately asked the servant to pull the chair beside him and set the tableware in order to let his new wife sit there, but she didn't even look at herself.

Kevin felt a little embarrassed.

Cecil glanced at him from the outside, and smiled secretly in his heart.

"Mrs. Stella, are you getting better?" She turned her face and asked the beauty beside her in a friendly manner.

Stella smiled softly and brightly, her purple eyes blinked, her thick black hair curled around her shoulders, and her every move was very sultry: "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't dare to come down to have a meal with you."

"Um..." Cecil nodded absent-mindedly, and picked up a small fresh tomato. The red juice suddenly flowed out, "I thought your condition got worse again."

"..."

Stella's expression stiffened for a moment.

@Foam

"Fortunately, it's okay now." She smiled again and stared at Cecil with a gentle and explicit expression, as if she could only see Cecil. "I didn't expect you to care about me so little, Cecil. I am really happy."

Arnold: "..."

The more you listen, the more uncomfortable.

There was an inexplicable atmosphere on the dining table. Kevin cleared his throat and couldn't help but said with concern: "Stella, why don't you tell me when you are sick?"

Stella smiled perfunctorily at him: "It's just a little cold."

"..." Kevin continued, "Even if you have a cold, you can't ignore it. Or should I ask the doctor to show it to you?"

"No need!" Stella rebuffed.

Kevin: "..."

I always feel that Stella is not as gentle as when I first met...

The atmosphere became awkward again.

Kevin decided to find a bit of face in front of the children, so he said kindly: "It seems that these days when I'm not at home, you guys get along well."

Stella smiled softly, and stretched out his hands to embrace Cecil's shoulders, with an intimate look: "Of course, little Cecil is so cute, who would not like her."

Lina immediately put down the knife and fork in her hand, and leaned to Cecil's side, and said sweetly: "I like Sister Cecil too!"

Arnold: "..."

More and more unhappy.

Cecil was hugged by Stella, and his heart fluttered. She could feel that the demon was taking advantage of the mother and daughter's affectionate drama to secretly wipe her oil.

Those two slender, white arms were resting on her shoulders, one hand hanging down, and the other hand rubbing lightly on the back of her neck.

She could clearly feel that the devil's delicate petal-like fingers were running down her spine, sliding into her collar, and slowly and gently walking downstream.

It made her feel like being licked by a poisonous snake.

Thinking of Stella's fierce mouthparts like petals, Cecilton got goose bumps. She took Stella's hand unceremoniously, and said coldly: "Mrs. Stella, please stay away from me. I'm afraid you will pass the germs to me."

Stella: "..."

"Cecile, you are impolite again." Kevin scolded lowly from the side.

Cecil took a sip of hot milk and stopped talking.

Stella stared at her, her eyes rested on her lips.

This mouth is as harsh as ever.

She looked at the cold-looking snow-haired girl in front of her, and couldn't help but recall the scene she saw outside the window that night.

Obviously, the black-haired and green-eyed guy next to Cecil was not human either. But she didn't sign a master-servant contract with him, instead she held hands with him and embraced him, and had close contact with him like a human being.

hateful.

Hateful, hateful, hateful...

Why? !

Stella became more and more angry, her purple eyes under her forehead were dark and gloomy, as if she could see out spiteful blood.

Why should she be forced to contract and become a human dog, looking at the delicious food in front of her but not being able to eat a bite, and even watching others take it away from her?

Resentment and unwillingness eroded the reason Stella tried to maintain.

She sat up slowly, with a gorgeous smile on her face, and her sweet voice seemed to be mixed with poisonous honey, as if she said accidentally:

"Little Cecil, where's your lovely little servant? Why didn't I see him follow?"

Cecil: "..."

Arnold: "!"

Lena: "!"

Kevin: "?!!!"

The audience was stunned.

Cecil could be sure that the demon was deliberate-she was relying on her stepmother's identity to stumble her.

Cecil: The fist is hard.

"Cecile, what valet? When did you have a valet, why didn't I know?" Kevin first spoke in a questioning tone.

Arnold's face was complicated: "Cecile, isn't that guy a gardener at all?"

Even Lena squatted and said, "Sister Cecil, you and you have a male servant..."

Cecil: "..."

She wanted to kill this arrogant demon now.

Everyone on the table focused their eyes on her. She kept calm and said casually: "It's not a male servant, just the gardener in the rose garden. I have been driven away because of poor work two days ago, and my brother also knows about this."

Arnold: "But she said the footman..."

"That's just a joke I told Mrs. Stella. You wouldn't take it seriously?" Cecil interrupted him amusedly, "I am the daughter of the Levitt family, how could I be attracted to a servant? "

Arnold wanted to say that your attitude towards that servant was not normal, but think about the person who has been driven away. Besides, I am afraid that this will make Cecil unhappy, so I had to hold back and hold back, and silently shut up.

Kevin really believed Cecil's rhetoric. Her personality has always been arrogant, even ordinary aristocratic men look down on her, how can she be fancy a low-status servant?

Thinking this way, Kevin felt relieved immediately. He took up his father’s arrogance, and gently and sternly admonished Cecil: “In any case, try not to make this kind of joke again in the future. Fortunately, it was heard by your mother this time. If others listened to it. When it is true and spread out, it is likely to affect the reputation of our Levitt family."

Do you still care about fame?

"Yes, yes, yes, I see."

Cecil didn't bother to spit out, and he answered perfunctorily, then stopped answering.

Afterwards, Kevin asked about Lena’s study, Arnold’s work, and Stella’s adaptation after coming to the new home. A breakfast was made as painful and long as a regular meeting, and Cecil yawned again and again. .

Finally, the regular meeting is over.

Kevin and Arnold, two busy social animals, left first. Lena invited Cecil to go to class with her, but Cecil refused on the grounds of "You go first, I want to talk to Mrs. Stella" In desperation, Lena got into the carriage alone in frustration and headed to the college.

And Cecil, who watched them leave one by one, was following Stella at this time and came to the door of the room on the second floor.

With a "bang", the door was opened, and Stella was pushed in by her.

Stella sank on the soft carpet. The strands of black hair dangled like seaweed, covering the beautiful face.

Cecil closed the door gently.

She approached and stopped in front of the demon.

From Stella's perspective, two straight and slender legs can be seen. The line of sight stretched upwards, layered skirts, and a petite and soft girl's hand.

Cecil squatted down.

She stretched out a hand, scratched Stella's chin, and said softly: "Beautiful Lady Stella, you don't seem to be aware of being a slave."

Stella's eyes darkened. She followed Cecil's palm and nudged gently.

"How come? Didn't I act perfectly just now, dear master."

"Really?" Cecil looked at her calmly, "but I'm not very satisfied."

Stella could detect that she was angry.

Being watched straight by those faintly blue eyes, the humiliation and unwillingness in the devil's heart surged up again. She opened her mouth abruptly, and was about to bite on it. There was a sudden burning sensation in her tongue. She stretched out her tongue in pain, and the scarlet magic circle on it was faintly glowing.

"Look, this is the end of disobedience." Cecil touched Stella's hair and put his fingers on her chin slightly hard. "Before I didn't restrain you properly, so I let you again and again. Over and over again to get an inch."

"But you have to remember that I am your master, and you are just my slave."

She pinched the devil's chin, and the beautiful and weak demon was forced to raise her face, her black hair was scattered, her purple eyes were dim, and her forehead was oozing with a thin layer of sweat from the pain.

"You should figure out what you should and shouldn't do."