The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants happiness

But now that things have come to this, he can no longer do anything. He can only watch quietly, silently, and desperately.

It's like watching the countdown to death.

"Come to think of it, I'm quite looking forward to the tea that Master Mu En brews."

Celica didn't show any look of expectation at all, but she did put the cup of tea that originally belonged to Mu En to her lips.

Then she looked at Mu En and asked in confusion:

"Don't you want to drink it, Master Mu En?"

"Drink it, I drink it."

Mu En pulled up the corners of his mouth stiffly like a dead person.

He also picked up the teacup and slowly put the cup of tea that originally belonged to Celica to his lips.

He did this process very slowly, as if he wanted it to be as long-lasting as a diamond, but under Celica's gaze, no matter how slow the process was, it would have an end.

Mu En had no choice but to close his eyes, look up, and pour the tea into his mouth.

Watching this scene, Celica also narrowed her eyes slightly.

She looked at the tea in the cup again, and turned her head slightly to look outside.

The clinking of glasses and the dancing of music, just across the wall from this room, a grand ball was being held, and most of the nobles in the whole of Belrand were invited.

Even if he was the son of the Duke, he shouldn't dare to do anything stupid at this time.

Cecilia finally took a small sip of the black tea in the cup.

Hmm?

Why does the taste of the tea still taste weird?

Cecilia frowned and lowered her head to look at the teacup.

The tea in the cup was shaking, and it was as red as blood.

Could it be that...

Cecilia suddenly looked up.

Muen had not spoken since just now.

And now, he was smiling.

It was the kind of smile that was almost grinning to the ears, but the mouth was still tightly closed, which looked very weird.

"You!"

For the first time, a panicked look appeared in Cecilia's eyes.

But it was too late, she felt her whole body begin to weaken.

And Mu En finally opened his mouth.

With a wow sound.

He spat out all the tea.

12. There will always be butterflies flapping their wings

"You——"

The teacup in Celicia's hand instantly turned into ice chips and exploded. The dark blue frost quickly spread around Celicia's feet. The terrifying coldness completely enveloped the entire room in just an instant.

The breath of death really touched Mu En's heart.

Mu En gritted his teeth to curb the impulse of shaking his body immediately.

Fortunately, God finally stood on Mu En's side.

Celicia staggered suddenly.

The frost that was enough to freeze Mu En into an ice stick was only one step away from Mu En, but it was difficult to spread forward.

"Despicable."

Celicia's cold eyes glared at Mu En hatefully, revealing a trace of unwillingness, but in the end, she still had no time to do anything, and fell to the ground under the effect of the drug.

"Huh."

The killing intent dissipated, and Mu En was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, but there was still a trace of lingering fear in his eyes.

"It's really worthy of being Celia."

If the drug had taken effect two or three seconds later, he might really be killed by her without hesitation.

"But no matter what, I won in the end."

Mu En couldn't help but feel happy after surviving the disaster.

"Do you understand what the meanness of modern workers is? Do you know the value of my tricks of secretly crossing the Chencang Pass and deceiving the world!"

Just now, he was almost forced into a desperate situation by Celia, who was more cautious than he thought, but Celia never thought that the two cups of black tea were drugged!

Mu En was just gambling, gambling that Celia would temporarily let down her guard after seeing Mu En drink the black tea first!

Fortunately, he won the bet.

"I have to thank the shopkeeper for his strong medicine. It really makes people fall down as soon as they touch it!"

It's really expensive for a reason. It's worth the price of 130,000 Emiles!

If there is any need in the future, I'd better take care of the shopkeeper's business.

"Then, the next thing is the highlight."

Looking at Celia, who lost consciousness and had no defense, Mu En couldn't help but feel a little nervous again.

But at this point, the arrow has been shot and there is no turning back.

...

The flames of the fireplace flickered, and the room gradually regained its warmth.

Mu En leaned down and carried Celia to the sofa.

If you ask why it's not a bed... Inviting Celia to be alone in a room with a bed, even a fool can see that there is something wrong.

Fortunately, the sofas in the Duke's Mansion are big enough.

"Then what should we do next?"

"I remember that in the original book, Mu En Campbell was caught by the protagonist when he was taking off Celia's clothes."

Mu En glanced at the door.

In the original book, the original owner, that fool, didn't even think of locking the door when he did this.

So the protagonist who ran here by mistake could open the door and see Muen Campbell plotting against Celia.

"Since the original book plot is like that..."

"I have to act in full, I'm going all out!"

Watching the sleeping Celia, Muen couldn't help but feel dry in the mouth.

Celia might be at her weakest at this moment. The cold breath around her had long dissipated, but a faint fragrance kept rushing into Muen's nose, stirring his constantly wavering reason.

Celica's white dress is simple and elegant, but it can highlight her cool and charming beauty.

"Don't look at it or touch it, but I have no choice. I'm really sorry."

Mu En said a few words apologetically, then slowly stretched out his trembling hand, gently lifted up the light body of Celica, and then groped for the zipper of her dress on the back.

His hand was a little out of control, and Mu En groped for several times before finding the zipper.

Squeak--

With the clear sound of the zipper sliding, Mu En's heartbeat accelerated several beats.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva that might not exist at all, and with his still trembling hands, he grabbed the dress straps on Celica's white shoulders.

Then, slowly, slowly, he moved them to both sides of his arms.

The skin was very smooth, which made people think of white ribbons floating on milk.

And Celica's proud bust was highlighted at this moment. Even if the two straps slipped off, the dress still firmly supported the important parts.

Helplessly, Mu En could only extend his index finger again, hook the front of the white dress, and slowly pull it down.

So, the deep ravines gradually appeared, and the round and bright moon began to appear.

Until the white moon-covering mist was half exposed, Mu En withdrew his hand with some reluctance.

"This... should be OK."

The clothes were messy, the chest was exposed, and it didn't look like a normal chat.

Mu En glanced at the closed door.

The protagonist did not appear at this moment.

"Is it not enough?"

Mu En thought about it, and took off his 20-kilogram men's dress, exposing his relatively strong upper body, and then propped himself on the sofa with both hands, letting Cecilia lie under him.

Although there was actually no physical contact, this action would be extremely ambiguous no matter who saw it.

In Feng Aotian's novel, this level of ambiguity can be sprayed up thousands of floors by readers, which is considered a thunderbolt.

It would be very rude if you don't come to rescue!

But...

The protagonist still didn't show up.

"Is it the wrong time? Should I wait a little longer?"

Thinking like this, Mu En kept this motionless, quietly waiting for the time to pass by.

Three minutes...

Ten minutes...

Half an hour!

"What the hell!"

Mu En, whose arms were already so sore, collapsed and said:

"What are you doing, the protagonist? The heroine can lie under me and let me do whatever I want. Come and save her!

Isn't it enough time to do anything?"

But even so, the protagonist Ariel, Celia's savior, still showed no signs of showing up.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Mu En began to think about what he had done today.

First, he invited Celia to the room to be alone. The room must be correct, because this plan had long been in Mu En Campbell's mind, and the room had been prepared long ago, and it was impossible for it to be inconsistent with the room in the original book.

Then he drugged Celia.

There was no problem with this, because Celia was lying under Mu En at the moment.

Finally...

She ran to the bathroom alone because her dress was stained with red wine accidentally spilled by a careless maid, but because she was a directionally challenged person, she got lost in this room and accidentally became the protagonist of Muen Campbell's evil deeds.

But why hasn't she come to the door yet? Is she too lost?

Wait.

Careless maid?

Muen found the point again.

The maids in the Duke's Mansion have always been well-trained. They have no problem walking on the tightrope with a goblet. How can they be related to the word "careless"?

Not to mention the impolite behavior of accidentally spilling red wine on the guests! If this really happens, the head maid needs to resign!

Unless...