Little woman's cat's paw

Seeing Trick coming in, Thomas was still lazily leaning back in his chair, shaking the wine glass in his hand slowly, looking at the bright red wine in the glass, the corners of his lips hooked up in a perfect arc, but answered, "The colour of this wine is so beautiful."

"Yes, as if it were the blood of that Oriental maiden." Through Thomas's large, slender, white hand, Trick also saw the bright red wine slowly swirling back and forth in the crystal glass as if it were circling around Thomas's fingers, immediately making Trick think of the blood that ran down the back of Erin's hand.

"Oh, you really know how I think." Thomas brought his glass up to his nose, gently sniffing the intoxicating fragrance of the wine, and after a while savoured a sip elegantly, saying, "Her archery skills are terrible."

"Yes, but courageous and worthy of the honour you have bestowed." Trick had said before that the way Erin used her sword was completely foul, but the sword in her hand, although it had been plucked away by Lord Baron Thomas and the back of her hand had been injured, it really was considered a rare honour to be able to spar with Lord Thomas.

"But it seems she doesn't consider it an honour." Thomas half narrowed his eyes, those deep amber pupils shining jewelledly in the candlelight, his delicate face beautiful as if it were an oil painting.

"I think it should be a misunderstanding, that young lady doesn't seem to know where she is, and when I told her that this is Ireland, your Castle Lagris, that young lady was greatly shocked yet." Tric remembered the look on Erin's face after she got her answer, and felt that this oriental maiden was really funny, and had not yet figured out where she was, and had actually offended the great and handsome Lord Baron Thomas.

"Hmph, the nerve of actually repeatedly ..." Thomas put his head down and focused on the crystal wine glass he was holding. Pale blonde hair covered his bare forehead and deep eyes, leaving only the tip of his straight nose for Trick to see his eyes much less figure out what he was thinking, but Thomas's heart was a little itchy, and even more so at his own waist, the place that had just been repeatedly touched by that Oriental doll's tiny hands.

Thomas admitted, that little woman's fingers were very slender, and her fingertips were tender and soft, repeatedly scratching at his waist/side, as if it was a small cat's paw with pilose hair, scratching into his heart one by one, numbing and itching from his waist all the way to his heart. If this Oriental doll was not so bold, Thomas really had no interest in swinging his sword at her, what he was heading towards to swing away was not her sword at all, but the itch she left in his heart.

"Yes, she should be taught some lessons for her repeated disobedience to Lord Thomas." Standing straight Trick couldn't see Thomas's gaze, but there were very few times when Thomas was pensive, mostly with his charming smile to confuse people, and the way things were looking now, Thomas was either very angry or very ... serious.

"There, that's fine, bring me a bucket of hot water." Thomas drained his glass, then headed for the side bathroom and unbuckled his robe as he did so. All interest in the bath had just been spoiled, now was the time to get a good soak again.

"Yes, right away." Trick answered and then retreated, and within a few moments two manservants were replacing the wood in Thomas's bathroom with hot water.

While Thomas fully immersed himself in the warm water, the wound on the back of his hand stung a little from the overheated water, the swollen, bloody mark reddening even more as Thomas took the back of his hand out of the water. Frowning a little, Thomas looked at his arm in a slight daze.

It turns out that an injured hand soaked in hot water hurts like this, so she ... shook her head violently, and Thomas realised that he had slipped up, and that it was ridiculous to associate his own pain with the feelings of another person, wasn t it.

But once again, the excitement of a comfortable bath was swept clean, and after grabbing a towel off to the side to press the water out of his arm injury, Thomas stepped out of the barrel and strutted back into the bedroom to lie down. The bed had been rearranged, and Thomas pulled over the feather pillow that had been placed to the side and buried his head in it. However, Thomas was used to the crawling sleeping position, and with his face buried in the pillow he saw that there was actually a hair on the snow-white pillow! It was a long black hair, straight and shiny, lying quietly on Thomas' pillow, looking so good and cute.

Looking at the hair not far in front of him, Thomas blinked his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and in disgust, he reached out and pinched the hair up from the pillow and threw it towards the ground. But the hair turned out to be mischievous, allowing Thomas to use a lot of force to fling his arm, but the hair turned out to be wrapped around Thomas's hand, how could it not be thrown away.

"Damn woman, that's disgusting." Thomas seemed to be getting pissed off by the hair, cursing loudly as he did so, pulling the hair forcefully out of his hand and then into two or three pieces before tossing it to the ground.

Now, Thomas was not even interested in sleeping peacefully, and pulled all the pillows and sheets at hand, looking repeatedly for any traces of the "damned woman".

"Achoo." Erin gave a big sneeze on the hard board bed, rubbing her nose and realising that it wasn't cold in this room, and it was a bit stuffy, so why was she sneezing.

Rolling over, Erin felt the bedpan underneath her harder and her head completely devoid of sleep, so she could only stare at the moonlight peeking out from behind the curtains. It was a good thing that Kerlina hadn't redrawn the curtains before she went to bed, which eased Erin's otherwise fear of darkness and confined spaces slightly.

And staring, Erin still couldn't believe that the old walls in front of her eyes, which she could see through the moonlight, were real, and repeatedly admonished herself to go to sleep, that if she didn't, she wouldn't wake up and this nightmare wouldn't be able to end, but the more she did that, the more she couldn't sleep, and in the end, she could only sit up, secretly complaining about the hardness of the boards of this bed.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." Suddenly, Dilly, who was lying on the opposite side of the room, made such a sound, and although the voice was very soft, Erin heard it and looked over in Dilly's direction, only to realise that the young girl wasn't sleeping either, but was still staring at herself with a pair of curious eyes.

"Yeah? I didn't think so." Erin subconsciously touched her own face, she knew that her face was pretty good-looking; but Erin had never liked vase-like women, and even more so, she didn't care to be a vase herself, so she preferred to put in a lot of hard work to make herself have more inner beauty, and put her outer beauty automatically out of her mind.