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The strands of hair tucked behind her ear mischievously fell down again, and she gently leaned against his chest.
The soft touch seemed to linger on his face, carrying the sweet and clingy scent that belonged only to his little sister. Miller reached out to wipe away a hint of moisture on her face, and suddenly smiled.
Daphne sat on his lap, not knowing whether he was happy or not at the moment: "Can you tell me now, big brother?"
Miller stopped teasing her, but obviously intended to break his promise and didn't want to tell her about Vanthro's whereabouts: "No."
"Why?!" Daphne shook his sleeve, feeling both wronged and angry.
Accustomed to others being obedient, Miller didn't like her asking again. His voice sounded as if it had been soaked in ice water, "Stop asking, you know it's no use. He can never come back again."
Daphne was stunned, then her eyes slowly became moist. She lowered her head, and tears fell onto Miller's snow-white shirt, quickly staining a patch of fabric a darker color.
Miller watched her inexplicably cry, furrowing his brow, and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to catch her wrist, helping her wipe the tears from her face.
"Why do you want to cry?"
Daphne pushed his hand away, sobbing, "Brother is so mean, doesn't like me, and lies... I hate brother."
Miller eased his expression, lowered his voice, and gently reassured her, "Brother is not fierce, he doesn't dislike you."
"Brother just doesn't like me..."
"Brother likes Flora, he just doesn't like you always asking about father's matters."
Miller pinched her face and said slowly, "But Flora did remind me that I must make you remember, if brother is not happy, I will punish you."
"What?"
Daphne was stunned. The next moment, a shadow fell, and a light, thin lip heavily pressed onto her cheek, with the tears just dried on her face.
After being suddenly kissed by her brother, a tingling sensation, as if being electrified, spread from her soft skin to the back of her head, and Daphne collapsed into his arms.
Miller wrapped his arm around her waist, completely enveloping Daphne in his embrace, gently holding her face and leaving bite marks.
The plump breasts were wrapped in a tight dress, embedded in his chest, and Daphne was as sweet as pudding.
Miller's breath sprayed on her fine hair, becoming warm, and the scorching heat underneath pressed against Daphne's soft spot. His large palm slowly moved downward, passing through her legs, and his fingers probably pressed against her below.
Daphne blushed and felt something was wrong, so she shrank back in fear. That thing became even harder, and she wanted to see what it was, but Miller held her face up.
"Do you feel it, Flora? Does your brother love you very much?"
Miller leaned in close to her ear and whispered, sticking out his tongue to slowly lick away the moist tear stains on her face.
As if being licked by a wild beast, half of her face instantly lost sensation, and a tingling sensation spread all the way down.
Miller couldn't help but thrust upward with his hips, pressing his fingers through the soft, fluffy gap in the skirt.
Daphne was completely stunned, and in a fluster, she pushed Miller away.
Miller grabbed her arm before she fell off the couch, and looked at his sister's heaving chest with a light chuckle.
"Is this punishment? Why, big brother...?!"
Her eyes were filled with mist of emotion at the corners, her mind a tangled mess, not even knowing what she wanted to say.
"What?" Miller looked natural and gentle, wiping the dampness from her face with his fingertips, his voice carrying a hint of gravel. "These are punishments, and just sibling intimacy, aren't they?"
Daphne opened her mouth in confusion and said, "I want... I want to go back to my room."
Miller regained some clarity in his eyes. Although he was very regretful, he had work to do, so he didn't force Daphne to stay. "Then I'll take you back first."
He stood up, holding her, and walked towards the door.
The servant, who had been standing in the corner unnoticed, kindly opened the door, and then opened Daphne's room door before Miller.
"Daphne, rest in your room for a while. I will come to take you to the dining room when it's time to eat," Miller placed her on the sofa in the small hall. His body's reaction had gradually subsided. He reached out and patted her head.
Daphne was still immersed in the feeling from earlier and hadn't come to her senses yet, only nodding foolishly.
Watching him leave her room, it took a long time for Daphne to recover. She stood up and slowly walked to the mirror in the room, looking at herself in the mirror.
Her heart was beating fast. Daphne didn't know why, but she had a feeling deep down that her brother's behavior towards her was wrong, yet instinct kept her captivated, unable to escape from her brother's grasp.
She stared at the mirror, lost in thought for who knows how long, when a knocking sound came from outside the room.
Daphne's heart surged with indescribable anticipation. She ran out of the room and opened the door to the hallway, only to see a demure maid standing outside.
She spat out her disappointment and asked politely, "Are you the maid arranged for me by my brother?"
"I'm sorry, miss. I am not the personal maid arranged for you by the master of the house."
"What do you need from me?" The maid stepped aside and pulled out a small dining cart from the side, on which there were a few meager snacks, including the small cake that Daphne had just mentioned to Miller.
"The master said that Miss may not have eaten enough, so he asked me to prepare some snacks for you before the meal to fill your stomach."
Daphne nodded politely and said to the maid, "Thank you, just put it on the table."
The maid placed the snacks from the dining car on the table in front of the sofa, saying, "You can call me when you're done, Miss. I'll be waiting for you at the door. I am Lucia."
Daphne indeed hadn't had enough to eat. She walked to the table, picked up a piece of cake, and put it in her mouth, pausing for a moment.
Bland, too bland. It's completely different from the taste she imagined, just a mouthful of greasiness. It shouldn't be like this...
Daphne felt like something had collapsed, and she picked up a piece of fresh fruit and put it in her mouth. She took a bite, and the juice was bland and slightly sour.
She pinched the remaining fruit pulp, and the juice wet her whole hand. Daphne was unaware, feeling inexplicably melancholic.
"Miss," came the voice of the maid from outside the door, "the master also asked me to remind you that these pastries are hard to digest, so it's best to eat less of them."
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