October's cold wind blew over the tree leaves, blowing cold air into the room; Viktor's eyes opened, he touched his neck subconsciously, and a smile broke out from his lips.
"Pain, wake up…we are going to explore the underground city, maybe I will be able to bring back sothing for Mistress." Viktor's cheerful voice was loud, as he shook his wrist.
"Hiss!" Pain was startled awake, almost falling off Viktor's wrist. He looked at his master wondering what drugs he took this morning.
"Hiss…Master, summon back. I want to sleep; the air is cold." Pain complained and wrapped its tail around Viktor's wrist tightly.
"Mm…still looking good." Viktor looked at himself in the mirror, admiring his smooth face and plump lips.
"I look tempting right?..." Viktor faced Pain, before it could say anything.
"Forget it; your aesthetics are faulty; I can't trust your reply." Viktor words angered pain.
"Is it my fault I didn't know red couldn't go with pink? How do you expect a beast to know what humans wear… Hissss?" Pain said everything under one breath.
"Hmm…that's why I said I can't trust your reply…we are saying the sa thing…" Viktor's sincere, matter-of-fact tone made Pain use his tail to hold his head in exasperation. Praying one day he doesn't lose control and bite his master to death.
Viktor fluffed his hair curls and blew kisses to the mirror before freshening up.
Putting on his clothes, he walked out of his room and closed the door; he heard the door open diagonally from his and saw a delicate-looking man walk out.
He wanted to say hello but caught the man's slight expression of dislike, so he ignored him and was about to walk out but was stopped.
"Good morning, I'm Micheal…I just moved here yesterday with my father and don't know much about this place. Your na?" Michael's eyes flashed with friendliness and distress like he needed soone to guide him around this place.
"Master…he's like those green teas we watch on dramas—his face changes faster than flipping pages. Eww.'' Pain communicated to his master internally.
Viktor felt disgusted by Michael's pretentious behaviour. A mont ago, he had caught a flash of dislike in his gaze, and now he was acting all friendly.
Who brought this person here? And why is he staying across from when there are so many other empty rooms?
'Kyle!' He gritted his teeth from hatred, but his face was emotionless as he looked at Micheal.
He ignored Micheal's outstretched hands and went downstairs, not wanting to be contaminated by whatever Micheal was on.
Micheal stood there dumbfounded, his face twisting as his hands clenched into fists. After a deep breath, his delicate mask returned, calm and composed as though nothing had happened.
Viktor felt a bad taste in his mouth, he promised to pay Kyle back. Breathing in the morning air, he pushed that encounter out of his system and walked into the Mansion.
Going straight to the kitchen, "Chef, what delicious food did you make today." His cheerful, praising words made the middle-aged woman smile,
"Oh, it's you…you didn't eat from the staff quarters again and ca to steal my food." Her eyes were dancing with laughter as she spoke in a jesting manner.
She pointed to the pot for him to serve his own, already used to him eating from the mansion.
She placed the generous breakfast spread of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and a cup of milk.
She carried it to the dining table in ti for Zane to co out from the elevator. Zane's eyelids were heavy; he yawned when he sat down.
Drinking the milk, his brain woke up a bit and he ate quickly, rembering he was starting his lesson today.
He was going to the store room he t Viktor along the way and dragged him to help him carry out so things.
Seeing the painting supply, "Did you rob the store…are you going to use all of them?" Viktor said in surprise as he saw the pile of painting brushes and paint of different sizes and colours.
Zane realized this when the orders arrived, he didn't notice when he was ordering. He bent to separate so he was going to use.
"When did you get interested in painting? Or…" Viktor leaned closer, lowering his voice mischievously. "Was it your wife's body that inspired you?"
Zane choked on his saliva when a weird picture cropped up in his mind, he shook his head, "No, no…it's not like that."
Viktor pressed a hand over his mouth, raising an eyebrow. "Mm-hmm. Sure. I believe you."
Zane grabbed the nearest paintbrush and fled, Viktor's laughter following him like an echo.
Viktor's words stuck in his brain, maybe he would, No! He is learning to paint, not drawing his wife's cough *nude* cough pictures.
With the help of Viktor, they arranged the supplies inside the pavilion near
the waterfall, the lightning was good here, and the air was cool.
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