r18novel 051. I was so moved that I couldn't contain myself.
051. I was so moved that I couldn't contain myself.
Looking back at Sylvie, who was playing the piano while shedding tears, Sinlai knew that the main event was about to begin.
Although it wasn't clear why Eve wasn't at the door, the connection between their souls wasn't weak, proving she was still nearby. She'd probably encountered something and gone into hiding.
Therefore, Xinlai was not worried and could focus on dealing with the current situation.
He stood up and slowly walked behind Sylvie, gently placing one hand on her right shoulder.
Sylvie's body trembled slightly the moment Sylvie's hand touched her—a tremor of fear, helplessness, and impotent rage.
Xinlai slowly leaned down, her warm breath brushing against Sylvie's ear. Sylvie's cheeks flushed unnaturally, but she continued playing the piano, ignoring him.
"Miss Sylvie, did Skechers buy this piano for you?"
His hand slowly moved down between the white fabric and the soft skin, gently kneading.
Sylvie let out a muffled groan of surprise from deep in her throat, lowered her head, and tried to get away from Sinlai.
Xinlai, however, timely pulled Sylvie up, moved the piano stool aside, and supported Sylvie's delicate side, teasingly saying:
"I always felt that the reason you didn't tell me was because there was still a thin layer of distance between us... right?"
"you!"
"Waaah..."
"Hmm."
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"Young Master Skechers, you, you've arrived..."
In the Peach Blossom Garden, the madam, who was in charge of receiving guests, greeted the newcomer with a guilty conscience.
Skechers, dressed in impeccably aristocratic attire, proclaimed his unparalleled status and power within the Tansting family. He strode forward, each step exuding an awe-inspiring presence.
His purple eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement, and he asked in a somewhat high-pitched voice:
"Has Miss Sylvie been entertaining customers today?"
The madam quickly shook her head, pretending to be relaxed, and said:
"No! How could that be? Ever since you told us, Mr. Skechers, that Miss Sylvie was your favorite, we haven't let her entertain any more clients..."
Skechers nodded in satisfaction. "Now take me to see her. I have something important to tell her."
Seeing this, the madam panicked instantly and instinctively tried to stop Skechers, "Uh, young master Skechers, that..."
Skechers noticed the madam's expression was off and, realizing something was wrong, demanded, "What's wrong? Did something happen to Sylvie?"
The madam casually glanced at the woman leading the way before stammering, "..."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Skechers, Miss Sylvie isn't feeling well today, so you might have to wait a while..."
"Is she feeling unwell?" Skechers' excitement suddenly faded, replaced by worry and confusion. "Where does she feel unwell? Take me to see her quickly."
"This, this..."
The madam's heart was in her throat. Knowing she couldn't delay any longer, she slowly led Skechers around to Sylvie's room, constantly trying to find topics to keep Skechers occupied.
Skechers realized something was wrong and urged sharply, "Now, immediately, right now, I need to see Sylvie."
"otherwise……"
Without uttering a single unnecessary word, he placed his hand on the scabbard at his waist.
The madam now only hoped that the woman who had led the way had alerted Sinlai and Sylvie, prompting them to react quickly...
She can't hold on any longer!
Soon, the group arrived at Sylvie's door.
The melodious and pleasant piano music flowed gently from the room, bringing Skechers a sense of comfort.
He remembered that Sylvie had said she would only play this piece for him...
In other words, Sylvie would only practice playing the instrument a few times beforehand, either when she missed him or knew he was coming, to get a feel for it.
However, this time it seemed to have some extraneous noises. In addition to the normal music, there seemed to be a slowly rising and rhythmic B major key, which accompanied the music.
Moreover, you can hear Sylvie humming softly, her voice delicate and almost imperceptible, making you want to admire her lovely profile as she plays the piano up close.
"Are you sure Sylvie isn't feeling well?" Skechers glared at the madam. "Would she play the piano if she wasn't feeling well?!"
The madam was also stunned. What was going on?
Or is it that Sylvie is already prepared to welcome Skechers...?
"Then, then she must be feeling better..." The madam wasn't sure either; Xin Lai couldn't possibly have jumped out the window and escaped...
That's a huge loss! They should have collected more of Xinlai's deposit!
Skechers wholeheartedly agreed, thinking that Sylvie was feeling better and couldn't wait to see him, which was why she was playing the piano and sighing more and more cheerfully.
He cleared his throat, dismissed the servants and the madam, straightened his clothes, then stood up straight, extended his right hand, and gently knocked on the door.
"Knock knock knock".
A steady knock sounded, the piano music inside paused abruptly, and then Sylvia suddenly let out a surprised cry. Several piano keys simultaneously emitted unpleasant noises.
"Sylvie? It's me, Skechers."
The room was silent for a moment, then a few soft moans were followed by the sound of slow, dragging footsteps on the wooden floor.
Drooping, drooping.
Tick, tick.
"Young Master Skechers..."
Sylvie gently opened the door, revealing just a crack, which showed her flushed and tear-streaked cheeks and her unfocused eyes, with low sobs and muffled groans escaping her throat.
"Sylvie? Good heavens...you look...awful."
Skechers felt a pang of sympathy and wanted to push the door open to see what was wrong with Sylvie.
But Sylvie held the door shut tightly, then lowered her head as if enduring immense pain.
"You look really uncomfortable... my dear Sylvie, why won't you let me in?"
"S...Master Skechers, I...I have a fever."
"It's...it's really serious, I have a fever," Sylvie said, her right hand gripping the wall, her left hand covering her mouth, her body pressed against the door.
"I've got a highly contagious... disease, ha, ha, I think," Sylvie said, sounding a little breathless.
"If you, you come in!!!"
"Are you...are you really okay, Sylvie...?" Skechers instinctively took two steps back and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to cover his mouth and nose.
"Uh, ha, yes... Master Skechers, if you come in, you'll get infected..."
Skechers' face showed worry and disappointment, followed by concern. "It's alright, Sylvie. I'll have my personal doctor come and check on you in a bit..."
"Oh, thank you... thank you, Mr. Skechers!!"
"I was planning to invite you to the masquerade ball I'm having at the castle the day after tomorrow, and I was hoping you could play one of the pieces we composed together..."
Skechers sighed helplessly, only to find that Sylvie was moving slightly back and forth.
He didn't think much of it, assuming that Sylvie was very ill, had difficulty breathing, and was trying her best to talk to him despite her fluctuating body posture.
"Young Master Skyke, I really, really miss you and being with you... I really, oh, oh, I like you so much...!!!"
"I'm Sylvie too," Skechers said, tears welling in his eyes. "It's okay, Sylvie, I'll make sure you get better soon."
"Um, uh, phew... Master Skechers, I can't hold on any longer. I think, I want to go back and rest... Is that alright?"
Skechers nodded quickly. "Go and get some rest. My personal doctor should be back soon. Hang in there."
"Um, uh, well, Mr. Skechers, we, we'll see you next time..."
With a "smack," the door was slammed shut quickly and forcefully.
Skecher was deeply moved by the thought that the frail Sylvie had been protecting him from the infectious disease, and that she had been so devoted to him that she had been leaning over the door and being intimate with him.
He composed himself, exhaled a long breath, and turned to leave Sylvia's room, glancing back several times as he went.
After the door was slammed shut, Sylvie clung to it with both hands, her back arched and her buttocks slightly sticking out.
"Miss Sylvie..."
"It seems that even if you didn't say it, Skechers said it for you."
"Mmm, mmm..."
Sylvie kept her head down and didn't speak, only trying to suppress a muffled groan in her throat.
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