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Daphne She clutched his sleeve and collar. Having been doted on by her brother for so long, she was a little timid, but not as scared as the first time.
"Brother... can you not punish me?"
Miller's gaze did not soften, his finger pressed against her delicate lips and rubbed twice, "But I am angry, what should I do?"
"Don't be angry, brother..." Daphne's fingers tightened, and she asked very softly, "Brother, is what we are doing really something that siblings can do?"
"What's wrong? Did someone say something to you?" Miller squinted his eyes.
Daphne shook her head and gathered the courage to say, "No, I just feel... I just feel like we're a little too close for comfort... I always feel like siblings shouldn't be like us."
"If it's not like this for us, then how should it be?" Miller released her lips, held her waist, and asked in return.
Daphne did not directly answer the question, pursed her lips, and looked at her brother's deep purple eyes with a conflicted expression: "Brother... Brother said that in the future, there will be a mistress in the house, who will be brother's wife."
Her ears and cheeks gradually turned hot, and her voice buzzed like a mosquito, "...If brother has a wife in the future, will he do this kind of thing between us with her?"
The slight feeling of displeasure retracted, Miller stared at her, his eyes gradually becoming deep and obscure.
Daphne sensitively sensed another kind of danger coming from her brother.
For a long time, Miller said, "Yes."
Daphne originally thought that Miller would say that he wouldn't have a wife, or something else indulgent.
Miller said the word, and in that instant, her mind went blank, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and all her thinking abilities were frozen in an instant.
"...Brother, will you?"
"Of course," Miller sneered coldly and maliciously, saying, "I will sleep with my wife in the same bed, kiss her every day, and caress her softest spots..."
"Shut up!"
Daphne Angry and aggrieved, she covered her ears, tears welling up in her eyes.
" Flora Are you angry?"
"I don't want to hear you talk, go away, big brother! I hate you the most!"
Daphne said as she tried to crawl away from Miller's legs, using her fair feet to forcefully kick his reaching arm.
Miller held her ankles and looked at his sister pear blossoms with rain pouting, suddenly feeling the desire to bully her.
He easily pinned Daphne to the bed, imprisoning her resisting hands.
"Let me go!" Daphne blushed, her hair sticking to her wet cheeks as she cried and cursed at him, "You perverted brother, you're a bad guy, I hate you!"
"Why do you hate me?" Miller dangerously narrowed his eyes, asking knowingly.
Daphne just wouldn't speak, tears streaming down her face.
Miller lowered his head, burying it in her neck. His fangs extended, gripping the delicate, soft, white skin of her artery, grinding down with a certain weight.
"It hurts!"
Daphne clenched her fist and hit his shoulder, "Don't bite me, you scoundrel!"
Miller didn't listen to her, and sucked hard, leaving a deep and bruised mark on her skin.
"Feeling jealous? My sweet baby."
Daphne cried even more aggrievedly, continuously hitting him, vehemently denying: "I didn't do it!"
Miller laughed joyfully, hugging her tightly, his chest trembling.
The more he laughed, the angrier and more frustrated Daphne became, feeling like she was about to explode. "Let go of me, let go of me!"
Miller Cupping her moist cheeks, he gently wiped away the tears with his fingers, then tenderly captured her lips, initiating a gentle kiss.
Daphne was still angry, keeping her mouth tightly shut to prevent him from kissing her.
But after Miller lost his dominance, his indulgent and gentle expression, as well as the familiar bloodline, softened her heart little by little.
...Too easily deceived!!
Daphne The shoulders softened, the lips couldn't hold back, and were pried open by the brother, hooking together to dance and sink, exchanging fluids.
"Mmm... Mmm, hmm."
Miller comforted her by patting her back, helping his sister to relax until Daphne felt her lips and tongue go numb, as if they were not her own, before letting go.
"Are you still angry?"
Although not as angry as before, Daphne is still very unhappy, pouting and refusing to speak to him.
"Does Flora not want her brother to get married?"
Miller brushed aside the strands of hair that were pressed against her cheek, his voice lazy and hoarse.
The question made Daphne's pupils slightly dilate as she looked at her brother, her eyes revealing clear emotions.
Miller looked at his sister with a sincere look in his eyes and smiled, "But you have to understand, there needs to be a mistress at home to handle affairs. We can't always leave everything to Louis, what should we do then?"
Daphne grabbed his shirt and said nervously, "I, I can do it too... Brother, don't get a wife."
"Oh?" Miller did not agree or reject her request, just turned his head to look at her and asked, "Flora will manage the internal accounts and handle social interactions?"
"I don't know how to do it now, but I can learn," Daphne said.
"This is what you said."
...So, just because of this sentence, Daphne's study schedule was advanced to include socializing and advanced mathematics courses.
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Ignoring the numbers, Mrs. White arranged for an etiquette course for Daphne, starting with having her memorize the names of all the family members who have social interactions with the Vanthro family.
Now Daphne has become familiar with all the commonly used words, although there are still some difficulties in spelling, but she can basically recall their meanings when she sees them.
After escaping from the sea of literacy, she has fallen into the abyss of memorizing names.
These people's names don't follow any rules at all. Most of them are just made-up words with no meaningful references.
Thinking about this, Daphne suddenly wants to know if her name has any other meaning.
She specifically waited until daytime when she was ready to go to sleep, and her brother, as usual, pushed open her bedroom door.
"Brother, brother, I have a question to ask you, it might have something to do with father." Daphne waved to him to come over quickly.
Because last time, Miller promised her that he would not get married, she was able to naturally be affectionate with him again.
Miller walked to Daphne's bedside, sat down, and held the little princess's hand, licking her soft hand back, and responded softly.
Daphne grabbed her brother's hand and asked, "Was my name given to me by our father?"
"No."
Miller fluttered his eyelashes and said slowly, "I named you."
Upon hearing this response, Daphne showed surprise in her eyes, "Brother, did you know about my existence a long time ago?"
"Yes, I knew of your existence a long time ago. Even my father only found out about Daphne because of him."
"Why did my brother give me the name Daphne?" She tilted her head and asked in confusion, "Does Daphne have any meaning?"
"What meaning?"
Miller gazed at her face and softly said, " Daphne, she is the one deeply loved by the sun, but she is also the one the sun can never have."
We can't let the sun find her, so we have to hide her in the darkness.
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