The sky is bright, and the clear chirping of birds comes from the empty valley and quiet streets.
At the moment when the morning light comes on, Milan, which will be extremely prosperous in the future era, wakes up under the power of electricity that drives the entire city.
Jumping from the heads of the figures on the spiers, gliding with bird feathers spread over the opera houses with Madonnas carved in the marble,
The ringing of carriage bells passed through the urban streets that were not yet high-rise buildings but full of ancient charm. In the laughter of people greeting each other, the workers who got up early and the heat on the drainage channels were suppressed.
Flying over the villas and estates of the luxurious, aristocratic and wealthy people, and flying over the crowded apartments of the mediocre and busy common people,
The scene of the entire city recedes in the bird's eyes, passing by it,
Finally, he landed on a branch with dense shade in the suburbs, pecking his own bird feathers, looking at the large, soft bed covered with silk in the window more than ten meters away.
Wrapped up in a quilt...
First he rolled to the left,
Hmm...then I felt something wasn't right, so I turned over to the right again.
But because it still didn't hit the wall, the 'quilt ball' showed an angry cross symbol, and it kicked impatiently, and after rolling around again...
snap...
It fell to the ground.
The King of Grinding in Bed who fell out of the seal of two layers of quilts and one thin pillow, is called ‘King of Grinding’ for short.
Fang Ran, who was wearing silk pajamas, looked at the bedroom ceiling covered with patterned paintings with a confused expression on his face. He hit the back of his head on the floor and had only one thought in his doubtful life.
Damn it, where is my wall...
Where is a wall as big as a baby!?
"Brother, you are a bastard...you are changing my house again. I think you are at a low point and don't want to...uh..."
Fangran, who was grabbing his messy hair and brows twitching, gritted his teeth and sat up with his upper body full of very ominous threats. When he saw the man next to him with four pillars,
When I propped up a large square bed with a curtained canopy, I was suddenly stunned.
"ah......"
Then he rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh with his mouth wide open.
Damn, I almost forgot, this is not that home...
"Um...um...ehhhhhh!!!"
With a voice that would have been very bad if it were another gender, I stretched my waist greatly on the ground,
Then Fangran yawned and stood up from his two quilts and a pillow.
What... why are there two quilts and an extra pillow, you ask?
Of course it is because you are thinking, is it more comfortable to put your hands outside and hold the quilt when sleeping?
But it is not safe to put it outside, and it is easy to be attacked by huge and dangerous beasts in the dark (serious expression).
The same goes for pillows. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to sleep with something between your legs when sleeping?
emm...
Well, none of that matters,
The real reason is actually that someone on the other side has inflated.
He scratched his head and looked at his current bedroom with a silent and complicated expression. He once again looked around at an area that was larger than his and his brother's house combined.
Except for the extremely luxurious owner of his manor, a typical European aristocratic bed with round nails nailed on the head to make the leather cushions bulge.
There is also a gorgeously decorated single sofa and a small table with various commonly used things next to it, and a side by side bookcase filled with books with heavy gilding patterns.
The carpet covering the entire room frames the carved window frame with the best view outside.
And all kinds of luxurious decorations that would take a long time to talk about.
In a word, it is a sinful room filled with the atmosphere of capitalist pleasure.
only...
"It's so cool to have money..."
Fangran couldn't help but sigh and think, feeling that he might not be able to withstand Veronica's next wave of temptation if this continues, because he couldn't help but start planning,
Let the sewing maid make a quilt with pockets, so he doesn't have to roll up two quilts...
I have a little experience of how satisfying it is to have manpower and material resources to serve myself.
The square has expanded.
I glanced outside. It was just dawn. I looked around, put on my only one bedroom shoe and jumped to the bedside. I picked up the rattle on the head of my lifelong enemy and shook it.
Just a few seconds after the crisp bell rang, a short and steady knock on the door came.
The head maid, who was wearing a much more decent and delicate outfit than the ordinary black and white maid uniform, opened the door and walked in holding the clothes he was going to wear today.
"Master, these are your clothes."
Wow...it's a maid~~~
Fang Ran, who had just woken up, looked at the woman who walked in with a curious look on her face. Although she could not be said to be beautiful, she had regular facial features, professional and reliable professionalism, and the addition of a real maid uniform.
As a result, even though it had been two days since he hired Sharon to work, he still couldn't help but stare at her from time to time.
Fang Ran, apart from cosplay, this was the first time in her life to see a real maid, and she felt extremely strange.
"Ahem, um, okay, thank you, just leave it there."
Fang Ran, who was only wearing a pair of pajamas, felt a slight blush on his face as this was the first time, except for Fang's mother, that his clothes were brought to the bedside.
Hey...it seems like there's another person coming...
Then he saw that after saying this, Sharon stood there without any reaction, as if she was going to see what he meant openly.
Fang Ran: "..."
Damn it, I forgot that Sharon can't understand Chinese...
Fangran couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He put on a particularly stiff smile and pointed at the door and then at himself and his clothes.
"You...out,I,can wear it by yourself..."
I tried to express my intentions in half-baked English with a hint of Northeastern flavor.
Then, as expected, Sharon showed a confused expression, but she quickly understood what Fangran meant, and bowed with her hands in front of her,
The moment he turned around and walked out the door, there was a hint of humor in the corner of his mouth.
Not knowing that my very poor foreign language proficiency had already been ridiculed by her head maid,
Fangran picked up his clothes and put them on, first underwear, then shirts, trousers, socks and leather shoes, as well as a dark slim-fitting suit vest and a tuxedo coat.
After wearing these all the time, it always felt like he was going out in the same formal clothes today,
Fang Ran suddenly remembered before looking in the mirror and slapped herself on the face...
Damn...I forgot to wash my face...
...
....
Anyway, the struggle of getting up lasted for a long time, and finally he opened the bedroom door with a haggard look on his face. Fangran saw his head maid, Sharon, waiting at the door.
(￣д￣;) Well...she probably didn't peek at the baby's handsome body...
I felt ashamed for some reason, and straightened my shirt collar.
Wearing a brand-new pure white shirt under a double-breasted black vest and a slender tuxedo suit outside, the thin young man looks tall and slender at the moment. He really looks like a handsome aristocrat.
All he needs is a scepter and a top hat to become the youngest gentleman in society.
"I'll lead the way for you, please follow me."
Sharon lowered her head slightly and spoke softly, then led the way towards the front of the corridor. Although she didn't understand, Fang Ran, who knew where she was taking him, followed behind her.
Logically speaking, Fangran's daily life should be the job of a personal servant, and a male should be the personal servant of the male master.
However, because Fangran was with Carol all day long, and considering that the valet taking care of the little girl might displease the master, Sharon did the work for her.
Of course, Fangran had no idea about this kind of thing.
In the corridor that is not too long, all the other maids are busy with their work, such as cleaning, dusting, and taking care of flowers.
Only when Sharon and Fangran passed by, they would briefly stop and greet Fangran respectfully.
Looking at this scene, Fangran was speechless and wanted to complain about it since he found out yesterday.
Are there too many servants in this damn manor?
You said that it’s okay for the pruners to divide into seven or eight separate areas and form a small team. It’s also reasonable for the chef to divide the teams into several people according to their specialty dishes and desserts.
Even the maids and maids had to assign a separate person to take charge of buying groceries, carrying things, even wiping dust and sweeping the floor. Fang Ran couldn't bear it.
But tell me, why do you have to find two people to open the door?
When I bought this manor, I saw a small phalanx of people reporting to me in front of me.
To be honest, Fangran was completely shocked.
An ordinary young man who had been taught by his mother since childhood that he had to do his own thing swallowed hard and thought with a solemn expression,
Is this... the life of a noble...?
It is indeed an unbearable burden for a loser to die...
Following his head maid, he quickly arrived at another room not far away.
After Sharon opened the door for him, then waited at the door with a smile and a bow, Fangran walked into this room which was only slightly smaller than his bedroom.
Then I saw a small quilt ball rolled up on the bed.
Lying across the bed against the bedside.
Fang Ran: emm...
That’s right! If you sleep on the side, there will be a wall!
Why don’t I have such a simple solution...cough cough cough!
When he suddenly realized that he had gone astray, Fangran finally remembered that he was here to wake up Ling, who could stay in bed better than him, and walked to the bed seriously.
Looking at the quilt on the bed leaning against the head of the bed, he sighed helplessly:
"Ling... wake up... the sun is out, you see I'm already up..."
Pushing and then pulling up the quilt on the bed, the first thing Fangran saw was a lot of rolled up nightgown.
The girl's thigh skin is fairer and softer than white cloth...
"Um...?"
The light gold and pure white nightgown spread out on the bed looked like a young girl like an angel. She heard Fangran's voice and opened her sleepy eyes.
Then he rubbed the corners of his eyes and sat up, one shoulder strap slipped off to reveal his slender white shoulders and he murmured softly.
"Are you going to get up...Fangran..."
Seeing the girl with messy clothes just after getting up, Fangran was slightly stunned at first, and then he just slapped his forehead helplessly.
How can I put it...I won't be embarrassed to see such a scene. I am relieved that I am not a lolita at least.
Why are my feelings so complicated...
"Okay, okay... get up quickly and wash up. Staying in bed is not a good habit. Ling, you have to learn from me..."
Watching the young man who looked like an old father tidy up the girl's nightgown, he pushed the yawning girl with her little hands over her mouth and walked towards the bathroom and shouted outside:
"Sharon, come here and help her get dressed and change into clothes for going out."
The head maid guarding the door smiled lightly and knew that it was time for her to appear.
"Fangran...are we going out today...?"
"Well, considering the bad shopping experience last time. How about we go shopping today?"
"Um."
In a manor on the outskirts of Milan, young people and girls started their morning in an aristocratic way of life.
Oh, by the way, what I almost forgot to mention is...
In this era, the rooms of aristocratic couples were actually separate, with men and women each having a room.
The meaning of letting a young girl live in that room, and the romantic discussion that had spread among the servants of this manor about their age gap breaking,