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The walls of the pipe are carved with intricate patterns, and a deep red liquid flows inside. Near each seat, a faucet is attached to the pipe. With a gentle press of the switch on top, the gel inside the pipe can flow down into the cup placed beneath the faucet.
The long pipe occupies half of the table, incredibly eye-catching.
Miller walked to the main seat, and as the servant pulled out the chair for him, he slowly sat down with Daphne in his lap. He discreetly and naturally began to caress and explore her buttocks with the back of his hand.
"Brother... um," Daphne blushed and shyly grabbed his wrist, whispering to him, "Don't... how can I eat like this?"
Miller glanced at the rich and delicious food prepared on the table because of the person in his arms, picked up a cherry, and placed it on her lips. He whispered softly, "It would be better if big brother fed you. My little darling doesn't need to work hard."
At the same time, his fingers found the softest spot and pressed down. Daphne couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling like she wanted to burrow into the ground.
"Open your mouth."
Daphne subconsciously opened her mouth and put the cherry in, taking a bite and filling her mouth with juice. However, apart from the sweet scent of the cherry, there was still no taste.
She couldn't help but think of the cake she had just eaten in the room.
Miller placed his hand on her mouth, and Daphne obediently spat out the pit.
She looked at the cherry stem and pit in Miller's hand, then looked into his eyes and asked, "Brother, why can't I taste anything? Am I sick?"
Miller put the things in his hand into a small basin and asked the maid to help him wipe his hands.
He didn't look surprised at all, obviously well aware of why his sister was in this situation.
But Miller gently stroked her cheek and whispered to her, " Flora is indeed sick... In fact, everyone in our family is sick. It's a hereditary disease. Our taste buds are extremely weak, and even our digestive abilities are poor. We can only survive on a special nutrient solution."
Special nutrient solution. Daphne was stunned, looking at the glass tube filled with red colloid on the table, inside was the nutrient solution that her brother had mentioned.
The mechanism was pressed, and the red nutrient solution slowly fell into the porcelain cup, even emitting steam, filling the surrounding space with a sweet aroma.
Daphne Looking at this cup of blood, and then at the cute pastries on the plate next to it, feeling downhearted.
Miller His arm wrapped around her shoulder, letting his sister lean on his shoulder, gently stroking her back to comfort her.
When she calmed down, Miller gestured to Louis standing beside him to hand him the cup of blood.
Daphne placed her hand on her brother's chest, opened her eyes, and stared at Louis, remembering that he had been following her brother in the corridor. Seeing that his attire was different from the other servants, she asked Miller, "Brother, who is he?"
"Louis is the butler at home, you can ask him for help in the future."
Louis silently inserted a straw into the cup and handed it to Miller.
Miller held the cup handle and used his other hand to caress his sister's cheek, prompting her to lift her face before bringing the straw to her lips.
Daphne obediently opened her mouth and sucked on the straw, savoring the delicious taste of the "nutrient solution" inside, which stimulated her taste buds and made her squint her eyes in delight.
After taking a big sip, when she saw that her brother hadn't drunk yet, Daphne's conscience suddenly returned to her chest. She blinked and sat up from his lap, looking at Miller and said very considerately, "Brother, you should drink too."
Miller stared at her seductive red lips, his expression unchanged, and spoke as gently as possible, "Let Flora drink first. After she's had her fill, then brother will drink."
"Brother, let's drink together."
Daphne turned around, wanting to grab another cup from the table, but even the closest one was too far away for her to reach.
She didn't know what to do, turned back and looked at Miller with innocent and helpless eyes, making his heart soft while also feeling an impulse to play with her.
Miller held her straw, took a sip of blood, then suddenly lifted her head and kissed her on the lips.
The warm and sweet blood alternated in the mouths of the two, and Daphne widened her eyes in shock.
Their tongues were lightly bitten by each other, constantly stirring, and a touch of sweet red flowed from the corners of their mouths, appearing very dazzling on the fair skin like fresh roses laid on jade.
"No, big brother..."
Daphne was kissed until her tongue went numb, her chest heaving with emotion as she gasped lightly. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes as she weakly resisted Miller.
Miller waited until she was completely limp before letting her go. He lowered his head and lightly licked the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth, his eyes intoxicated as if savoring a hundred-year-old wine, moving down to suckle at her collarbone.
Daphne pushed his head away, his rich and unique scent leaving her in a state of confusion and desire. The conflicting feelings of guilt and longing made her symbolically struggle for a few moments: "No, don't."
Miller His chest trembled, and he chuckled softly as he slowly rubbed his sister's soft chin with his fingertips. "Wasn't it Flora who said we should drink together?"
"Wuwu, it's not like that at all..."
Louis has been standing by, watching the two of them being intimate as if no one else was around, with a blank expression, not feeling that their behavior is inappropriate in any way.
Daphne belongs to Miller anyway.
Miller carefully wiped his sister's hands and face with a damp cloth, with no intention of letting her down like this. He carried Daphne out of the restaurant, walking slowly all the way, up the spiral staircase, through the mural hall and bedroom corridor, and took her back to her room.
"Daphne..."
Miller put his little sister back on the bed, and due to gravity, Daphne sank halfway into the soft and fluffy king-size bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her scalp and said softly, "Flora is still young and needs to learn. I've arranged a teacher for you, and you'll start classes next week. This week, we'll get familiar with the house. How does that sound?"
Daphne's eyes were still red at the corners, and her light purple eyes were watery as she looked at her brother and responded, "Okay."
Miller touched her cheek and then took her wrist, planting a kiss on her hand.
"I still have some business to take care of. You go ahead and sleep for a while, and I'll come to accompany you after I finish my work, okay?" Miller leaned down and whispered ambiguously in her ear.
Daphne grabbed the blanket on the bed, her ears gradually turning red, nodded with closed eyes and biting her lip, "Okay..."
"I'm leaving then," Miller stood up and left.
Watching Miller disappear at the door, Daphne felt an inexplicable emptiness in her chest.
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