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Kapitel 2: Secret in the Castle

Redakteur: Atlas Studios

In the afternoon, Shen Qianshu was by herself learning French in the living room downstairs. She heard the doorbell ring and walked barefooted on the carpet to the second level. Not a sound could be heard throughout the castle. Ye Ling had an eccentric temper. Sometimes, it was somewhat sweet and light; sometimes, he was silent; and sometimes, he was easily irritable. His temper was unpredictable and uncertain.

Butler Luther had left to Athens and would be away for three months, leaving only her and Ye Ling in the castle.

Ye Ling had recurring headaches.

Every afternoon, she would give him a massage.

Ye Ling sat by the window, his appearance like a perfectly carved statue. A storm was brewing… Shen Qianshu had taken care of him for over a month now and knew his temper well—he was starting to show symptoms again. She did not know exactly what illness Ye Ling had.

She only knew of Ye Ling's frequent headaches, and they were very serious ones.

Ye Ling rested his head on Shen Qianshu's lap, his eyes slightly closed as she massaged him gently. With clean and delicate fingers, she rubbed his temple with an even pressure that was neither too hard, nor too soft. Ye Ling's brows were constantly furrowed, as though he was frustrated.

With his eyes shut, he was much more pleasing to the eyes than with his usual icy expressions. Shen Qianshu was able to look closely at his curled eyelashes—fine and dense, they were extremely beautiful. Shen Qianshu felt that all this time, she was only able to bear with him because of this face of his.

This face, it is simply too captivating!

She massaged Ye Ling for an hour and a half. Her arms had become so tired and sore they felt like they were no longer hers, but she did not dare to relax. If she were to relax even slightly, Ye Ling would always notice, and his temper would go out of control.

She could sense Ye Ling's pain and his incredible self-restraint.

She simply could not understand, with such an unbearable headache, why was he not admitted to the hospital?

Why was the entire castle empty, completely devoid of any people, with only Ye Ling and her?

Butler Luther told her that he was the one who usually looked after Ye Ling. However, as he needed to go to Athens for three months, he had to seek a chaperon to look after Ye Ling's daily needs. But in ten days, he had already changed all twenty of them. The fact that she could even endure this for over a month… to Luther and Ye Ling, it was definitely a miracle.

The only reason Shen Qianshu was able to endure his strange behavior—his temperamental nature and his ability to always make things difficult for her—was all purely because of the salary and his appearance.

Just massaging him like this for two hours straight without any complaint, was already something that would be unbearable for many others.

On Ye Ling's forehead, beads of sweat surfaced.

He was in a lot of pain.

Although she did not understand why, Shen Qianshu was soft-hearted and could not help but feel distressed. He was in such pain, yet he endured it all silently and had never made a single sound. Her massaging would only soothe his pain slightly, but it was not capable of treating his headache. With her fair and warm palm, Shen Qianshu gently wiped off his sweat.

Ye Ling suddenly opened his eyes. His amber pupils were deep as he gave her a penetrating stare. Her cheeks flushed instantly. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut through it with a knife. She was incredibly nervous and the sweat on her palms seemed to generate power like a battery, transmitting current from her palms straight to her heart.

This action, it's too intimate…

In the silent castle, there was only the sound of the breeze… and the thunder-like pounding from a palpitating heart.

Ye Ling shut his eyes again.

"Go on!"

Shen Qianshu slowly let out a sigh of relief. The feeling Ye Ling gave off was intimidating in all that he did—his words, his actions and gestures, and even the expression in his eyes when he gazed at you—all these would make one frightened and nervous. He loves silence, she recalled Butler Luther's reminder, and it's rare for him to speak.

Unconsciously, Ye Ling fell asleep.

Ye Ling's nap did not last long. Shen Qianshu's lap was numb from him resting on it, and her two arms were sore beyond words.

"I want to leave the house for a while," Ye Ling said calmly, "pick me a set of clothes."

Shen Qianshu was astonished. From as far back as she could remember, this was the first time Ye Ling had ever left the house. Whenever she arrived at the castle, Ye Ling was always around; when she left, Ye Ling would still be around. Although she was surprised, she made no comment and helped prepare a set of clothing for him.


Kapitel 3: The Devil's Little Sweetheart

Redakteur: Atlas Studios

In his wardrobe, crisp white shirts hung neatly in a straight line, like an army of troops—all identical.

Shen Qianshu picked a midnight blue suit for him that complemented the white shirt easily. Shen Qianshu flushed a deep red, looking away hurriedly when Ye Ling unashamedly changed in front of her eyes. Although he normally looked pale, he had a great build. Having honey-colored skin, and a firm strong chest, he was the greatest example of a 'clothes-hanger'—one who looked good in anything and everything. Clothed, he looked slim. Unclothed, he was muscular. His legs were long and slim, a definite positive. Just as Shen Qianshu was about to leave the room, Ye Ling commanded, "Come here!"

He retrieved a tie from the wardrobe and handed it to Shen Qianshu. Other than the lower three buttons, the rest of the white shirt hung loosely, exposing his firm torso. Shen Qianshu immediately understood his intentions. With her delicate hands, she took the tie and carefully buttoned the rest of the shirt up for him.

Ye Ling lowered his head slightly and looked at her long, delicate fingers moving around on his shirt. She had beautiful hands that moved around like dancing notes and her nails were trimmed round and clean. Her fingertips accidentally brushed across his chest.

Shen Qianshu seemed to be frightened and immediately lowered her head. He could only see her red ears.

"Are you afraid of me?" Ye Ling asked.

Shen Qianshu shook her head, but the redness in her ears intensified.

Ye Ling's gaze was so cold it could freeze up the entire room.

Liar!

A neutral fragrance lingered all around her, subtle, yet very appealing. He recalled resting on her lap. Whenever his headache became overbearing, the smell of that fragrance would give him a deep sense of comfort and soothe his pain away.

Ye Ling was too tall.

Shen Qianshu could not reach, yet he stood bolt upright with no inclination of bending down. The only thing left that she could do was to stand on her toes, reaching up around his neck. This close to him, she could feel his light breath on her and her hormones surged, sweeping through her body and overpowering her senses. Shen Qianshu felt her cheeks burning.

In a fumble, she painstakingly put his tie on for him.

With his shirt on and tie done, Ye Ling put on the midnight blue vest and suit. He looked like he could defeat anything and everything. Energetic and charismatic, he was like a high-born aristocrat, distinguished and indifferent.

After Ye Ling left the castle, Shen Qianshu went back to the living room downstairs to begin on her revision.

She was an exchange student who had applied to study jewelry design in Paris College of Arts. Before school started, she had half a year of language class. She had come over two months earlier to settle in and adjust to the culture, surroundings and the language, as well as to try and earn some money.

As Shen Qianshu listened to her French classes online, she drew sketches of jewelry designs.

Unknowingly, she fell asleep on the table.

Lately, she had been both physically and mentally drained by Ye Ling.

Almost everyday, she massaged him for four hours. Her two arms were constantly sore, aching so much that they were stiff and felt like she had artificial limbs.

When Ye Ling returned, he saw her looking unglamorous as she slept on a pile of sketch papers.

The sun shone brightly, yet he appeared as if he was covered in a layer of frost. He walked over and stared down at Shen Qianshu in a condescending manner. She lay, head tilted sideways, with her black, silky hair hanging down and obscuring half of her face, whilst also revealing her fair, milky skin. It was pleasantly fair with a hint of peach across her delicate cheeks.

Ye Ling stared at her intently. Not knowing what he was thinking about, he squinted at her closely. The sketches around her caught his attention. He raised his eyebrow and picked them up.

They were all sketches of jewelry designs.

When Shen Qianshu woke up, she rubbed her eyes in a daze.

"Master, you're back?"

"Yes," Ye Ling replied coldly. As Shen Qianshu realized that he was looking at her sketches, she blushed and snatched them back. Ye Ling stared at her coldly. He was dissatisfied with her aggressiveness, so he attacked her works viciously.

"A pile of trash. What's the snatching for?"

"Who are you to say that my designs are trash!" Shen Qianshu's cheeks flushed, her eyes sparking angrily as she raised her head and retaliated, forgetting Butler Luther's warning. This was the first time she reacted against Ye Ling's viciousness and arrogance.


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