You call this a black hand?

The guest rooms at Chelsea Manor are very elegantly decorated. The walls are covered with elegant wallpapers and oil paintings. The floor is covered with a very neat-looking brown carpet. When you step on it with white round-toe women's leather boots, there is no trace of dirt left.

After the blond girl said that, she entered Mellen's room without permission.

After scanning her surroundings, she sat on a soft black leather sofa.

In front of the sofa is a small coffee table with a few books and a vase of flowers. A cup of steaming boiled water is sitting quietly on the edge of the small table.

Mellen had poured it for himself before, before he had a chance to take a few sips.

When the girl saw it, she raised her hand and pinched the cup. She ignored the moist lip marks on the rim of the ceramic cup and gently sipped the hot water inside.

A pair of bright green eyes were always looking at the black-haired boy who was still standing at the door, with a smile in his eyes.

"If you don't want our secret to be heard by someone passing by, you'd better close the door."

Her voice was very clear, but her words were obviously malicious and full of confidence.

"This is not the real you, Alyssa."

Therefore, Mellen said slowly: "You are a very well-behaved child and very sensible. I think we should have a more candid conversation, instead of using a false personality to deal with this wrong situation like now."

When he said this, he did not forget to close the door tightly, obviously he attached great importance to what the girl just said.

"But why do good children only get bullied?"

After hearing this, the blond girl sitting on the sofa blinked at him pretending to be confused and asked.

"In the name of doing good for others, is it okay to not care about other people's attitudes and play with other people's feelings wantonly?"

"This was our mistake."

Mellen, who came and sat down opposite her, sounded apologetic at this moment.

"I have now fully realized that this was a mistake, and I feel very regretful. If you are willing, I think we can discuss how to correct your mother's attitude in this regard."

This was said very sincerely, but the girl did not say anything when she heard the words. She just kept looking at Melen's face with her beautiful eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Seeing this, Mellen added: "And you also said before that your mother's physical condition is very poor - of course she brought it upon herself and made the decision without consulting you. But since the problem already exists, we should

Focus on how to solve the problem...what do you think?"

"I think you are very cunning, uncle."

The girl pretended to be ignorant and said: "I treated your poor little niece so cruelly just now, and now I'm trying to reason with her. What's the reason for this?"

"Because the mistake cannot go any further."

Mellen said helplessly: "Look, we can pretend that certain things didn't happen, but if your mother unfortunately gave you a baby brother or sister, then if you want to solve the matter, how can you still do this?

Was it written lightly?"

"So, seeing how weak it is, you want to delay time again?"

The girl said thoughtfully: "Are you going to say a few big words next, and then when you see that it doesn't work, you will say helplessly, even if I insist, at least wait until you can confirm that the mother is not pregnant?"

"I'm just telling you that there is a possibility, and that it will cause more trouble."

Mellen responded with a natural expression: "So in this matter, it's really not just what we want to do -"

His words stopped abruptly.

Because when he was talking, the blond girl had already taken out a slender little foot wrapped in gray cotton stockings from her shoe and gently placed it on the small table between the two of them.

"I just walked too fast, my feet are a little sore now, uncle..."

She took a sip of the boiled water in her hand and blinked at Meren.

"Can you press it for me?"

Saying this, Alyssa also twisted a few round toes wrapped in the socks twice, making the elastic socks that were not thick even thinner. Through the gaps in the cotton thread, she could vaguely see her coated toes.

Black toenails exposed.

Silk stockings already existed in this era, but the style was not pretty.

However, this kind of stockings is in line with the modern aesthetics of Mellen.

However, after looking down at the slender little foot stretched out in front of his eyes, the apology on Mellen's face slowly faded, and he looked up at the other person with a very serious expression.

"Don't act impulsively. You have to think clearly about the consequences, Alyssa."

What he said was very formal.

However, when the girl heard this, her face was blank.

"What consequences?"

"You mean, I will go to my mother to complain?"

"Say you poured sand into the mouth of a poor, innocent little girl?"

"...We all know who is innocent." Mellen replied with a sullen face.

"But if you don't want to, how can the little girl do this on her own?"

Alyssa smiled and said: "And the little girl is actually very thick-skinned. She is not like someone who is afraid of being exposed."

"But you only have this one method. After you use it, it will have no effect."

Mellen said bluntly: "So do you really think that I will pinch your feet honestly?"

"Did you originally want me to do something more extreme?"

The girl was surprised when she heard this, "Something worth spending this means on?"

Mellen was speechless.

After thinking about it, he simply stopped talking nonsense. After glaring at Alyssa, he reluctantly reached out and took the other person's little foot in his hand, and then started to knead it gently.

Having had the experience of being a footmaid for the nun several times before, he was not new to this matter.

A series of strange feelings emerged from the feet like an electric current and quickly spread throughout the body.

The blonde girl couldn't help but tremble all over, and a blush appeared on her pretty face. There was a hint of confusion in her originally teasing expression.

"The Evil God"

"The strength is a bit weak, uncle."

She whispered: "I want you to be heavier..."

Meren said nothing after hearing this, but the strength in his hands increased in vain.

Alyssa groaned because of this, and pain appeared on her face.

But then, she chuckled again, biting her lower lip and staring at Meren obsessively, while saying some "cruel" words.

"You are very angry, but what can you do? As long as you still think about her, you can only be threatened by me."

"But I would never let you be with her, uncle."

"Because you are mine, even if she is unfortunately pregnant with your child, you are still mine."

"Unless you kill me."

"You, you want to kill me?"

The blonde girl's voice was as lazy as a kitten's whisper, and it became softer and louder as her feet were kneaded.

The wheezing in the mouth also corresponds to Melen's frequency.

Mellen was not irritated, his expression remained as usual, and he even asked calmly: "Who is she? Why don't you make it clear?"

The girl was stunned when she heard this, and then said: "We all know who she is, so what else is there to say?"

"But if you really have no scruples, you should be more thorough."

While "working", Meren said without looking up: "Who is she and what are you going to do? What does this mean to her? Tell me?"

"But, I've said it before -"

"I want to hear it again."

The girl didn't say anything. She quietly stared at the black-haired boy in front of her for a while, then suddenly said: "You really overestimated who I am now, uncle."

"You know, I even wondered just now, when you and she were entangled, was it the behavior of two people or three people?"

Meren was stunned when he heard this.

But without giving him any extra time to think, Alyssa gently put down the glass of boiled water that she had been holding in her hand and said, "This glass of water doesn't taste good, it has no taste at all."

Her tone tends to be commanding.

"I want to drink something else."