"Xí... Chille, I don't seem to understand what you're saying?"

Swallowing hard to moisten her parched throat, Serena tried her best to remain calm and composed. Unconsciously, she began stepping backwards.

"Really don't understand, Serena?"

With a graceful stance, her delicate and fragile figure was now surrounded by shattered and elusive light, revealing an eerie and sinister aura.

"Or are you just avoiding it?"

Thud! Serena's heels hit the cold and hard wall behind her, and she realized with a hint of panic that she had been pushed into a corner.

"Avoid... avoid what?!"

Her emerald green pupils trembled slightly as Serena forced a dry smile and said,

"Since you just thought that the Delfina Delettrez Fendi you met earlier might be some kind of terrifying monster."

Setting down the candlestick in her hand,

Chille slowly and deliberately walked towards the girl in front of her, a large shadow casting over her, gradually engulfing her.

"Then my beloved Serena, why don't you suspect the person standing in front of you, the one who spends time with Delfina Delettrez Fendi?"

Serena was momentarily rendered speechless by the question, standing still in confusion,

Meanwhile, Chille got closer and closer, slowly pressing into her embrace,

Her beautiful face, both ghostly and enchanting, rested on Serena's chest, wearing a sinister smile, quietly looking up at her with bewitching crimson eyes.

"Why would you think that the one standing in front of you right now is the real Chille Lorraine, and not a man-eating monster?"

Her waist was held by a pair of small hands, Serena watched as the young countess in front of her put on a fiercely hateful expression, inching closer and closer,

Whispering seductive yet dangerous breaths against her skin,

Her tender and red lips slowly opened toward Serena's throat, revealing sharp little fangs behind the silver strands.

Her pupils trembled,

Her breath unconsciously became increasingly rapid, and her body trembled uncontrollably,

Am I going to die?

But--

Her nose sniffed the dangerous and alluring sweetness, like the elegant and tranquil scent of irises mixed with the cool mist from a lakeside evening breeze,

Serena gradually closed her eyes,

But--why didn't she feel as scared as she did when facing Delfina Delettrez Fendi just now?

The girl couldn't comprehend it. She might be dying right now, yet deep inside, she had very little resistance, and even a mysterious sense of anticipation--

What would it feel like to be gently bitten by those moist and alluring lips?

Sigh~

"I really want to capture that expression of yours, both scared and anticipatory, and preserve it forever."

Chille's pretty face showed a hint of disdain, and her slender white fingers pinched the girl's soft cheek, molding it into strange shapes.

"You look so perverted, Serena."

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing this, Serena timidly opened her emerald eyes and looked at Chille, who was smiling brightly, feeling a bit dumbfounded.

"You... you actually deceived me, Chille!"

Her fair cheeks blushed with embarrassment,

As Serena watched the giggling young count in her arms, she recalled her actions just now and felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger bubbling up, making her teeth itch.

Why did she suddenly feel the urge to punch him?

Shrugging lightly, the young count showed no remorse on his face, and snickered mischievously,

"You're just too foolish, Serena~ to actually believe such nonsense."

Making a playful face at the girl, Chille stuck out his red little tongue in a malicious manner,

"Serena, you're really a dummy, a big dummy."

"You!"

Puffing up her cheeks in anger,

Unable to contain herself any longer, Serena tightened her small fists, raising them high, but hesitating to use force. She simply gently tapped Chille's shoulders twice, which only made him laugh even harder,

"But--"

Patting her chest, the smile gradually faded,Chille looked attentively into Serena's helpless and indulgent emerald eyes, her voice gentle and sweet as she spoke slowly,

"But it's so cute, Chille really likes it."

"Huh?"

The words of the young count echoed in Serena's mind, and she felt the world around her quiet down.

Looking at Chille's eyes, which seemed to be filled with a hint of narrow-mindedness, Serena felt that she had been completely unable to think, playfully teased and toyed with.

Breath - breath - her heart and eyes were filled with every frown and smile of this little elf in front of her.

Desires uncontrollably surged forth from her chest, and her snow-white and tender legs unconsciously rubbed against each other under her skirt, the lace underwear against her skin becoming slightly damp.

That impulse of wanting to completely possess,

Serena looked at the succulent lips in front of her, tinted with a sweet light color, like alluring petals. She couldn't help but slowly lower her face,

But then, her lips were gently pressed by the young count,

Her slender and fair fingers forcefully stopped the surging emotions of the young girl at this moment,

"No, no."

Gently pushing Serena away, with a dignified posture, he took two steps back and straightened his slightly messy clothes,

Chille suppressed his smile and put on a solemn and calm posture, raising his little face proudly,

"It seems that we're not that familiar yet, my dear Serena."

He winked mischievously at her and whispered softly,

"Be careful or you'll be in big trouble."

"..."

Gritting her teeth tightly, Serena suddenly realized the extreme wickedness of the beautiful face in front of her,

He can tease you, but you can't touch him.

...

Gently closing the door to her bedroom,

The gentle and willful smile that Chille had just shown had completely disappeared, as if it had never existed. His gaze was haughty and cold.

"It seems like you are quite satisfied with her, Chille."

From the shadowy corner, the graceful figure elegantly walked out, standing in front of the young count,

Purple eyes stared firmly at the fundamentally indifferent young count, Delfina Delettrez Fendi stretched out her slender arms and held Princess Chille tightly in her embrace,

"You shouldn't be here in my room at this time, Delfina Delettrez Fendi."

"But your scent is all over her～"

She leaned closer to Chille's dark and soft hair, delicately sniffing, but it was no longer just the scent of purple and blue irises on her body. It was mixed with the scent of Rosie May roses, which was repugnant.

"According to our agreement, this is not within your scope of interference, Demon."

He lightly pressed Delfina Delettrez Fendi's shoulder, but there was no strength to push her away. Chille slightly furrowed his brows, his expression becoming even colder -

He disliked this feeling of being out of control.

"It is related, of course!"

His face gradually darkened, and his purple pupils reflected Chille's small face like a mirror.

Placing the young count on the bed, the maid did not release her hands, but instead elegantly spread out her skirts, sitting heavily on Chille's lap,

"I don't like it when there is someone else's scent on you, Chille."

Her hands wrapped around his waist, her enchanting and voluptuous body pressed tightly against him, her breath hot and erratic, carrying a dangerous aura,

"Otherwise, I would feel sick eating you in the future."