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The feeling of hunger in her stomach was unbearable. If it weren't for her remaining rationality, she would not be able to resist trying to bite her wrist to see what it tasted like.
Daphne cautiously opened the door to her room and looked out into the hallway.
The corridor was still very dark, but fortunately the torch was still lit. She looked at the flickering flame and felt a little courage welling up inside her, then she walked out gently.
Daphne closed the heavy black wooden door, then turned to face the large door of her brother's room - directly opposite her own room's door.
It was a door that looked exactly like the one to her room. Perhaps behind this door, there was a young man who looked exactly like her.
With this imagination in mind, she took two steps forward and the bones of her raised right hand touched the door in front of her.
Knock knock.
After knocking, Daphne let out a sigh.
She stood quietly at the door and waited for a while, but there was no response. She didn't know if her brother didn't hear her. She looked down at the delicate white pocket watch she had just taken out. It was almost ten in the morning, and Miller might have already left the room.
Daphne knocked on the door again, but it still didn't open. She felt a little discouraged for a moment, but more than that, she felt anxious, extremely anxious.
Her stomach felt like it was burning, almost burning herself out.
Is my brother not in the room? Perhaps he has already gotten up and gone to do other work, maybe he has already prepared breakfast in some room.
Lost in these wild thoughts, the heavy wooden door opened a crack at some point, and Daphne hadn't reacted yet.
When she leaned against the door and her soft upper body collided with an embrace, she finally realized that the door she was leaning on had been opened by someone.
Daphne looked bewildered, subconsciously tugging at the person's shirt buttons on the chest and standing up, creating some distance.
"Is it... Daphne?"
The voice was a mix of youthful and mature, with a hint of unexpected flavor in its tone.
The young man standing behind the door has light brown, slightly messy short hair, with a few strands falling on his cheeks and corners of his mouth. His narrow eyes are slightly upturned. His deep purple eyes exude a captivating mystery, causing anyone who meets his gaze to involuntarily hold their breath.
Daphne foolishly stares at Miller, her mind going blank, forgetting what she was supposed to do.
Miller, after confirming that it was really Daphne, quickly reached out and gently but firmly grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his room.
Daphne came to her senses and followed him unsteadily, casting a sidelong glance at her brother's room decor.
Her room is basically the same as hers, with a small hall upon entering and the bedroom behind one of the doors. However, her brother's room has several more doors than hers, and she doesn't know what they are for.
Miller's room has a noticeably different color scheme from hers, filled with red, black, and dark gold. In the corners, there are only four gold-inlaid gemstone candlesticks, and the dim yellow candlelight barely illuminates the space, giving it a luxurious and dignified appearance.
Miller pulled her to sit on the sofa in the small hall. The sofa was hard and stiff, nothing like the soft one in her room.
"Daphne, when did you come? Why did you knock on my brother's door?"
With a slightly magnetic voice, he inquired, turning to find her eyes reddened, and he understood, "Are you hungry?"
Daphne's face flushed, her slightly disheveled golden hair falling around her cheeks.
Miller snapped his fingers, and the person who had no presence in the corner immediately left.
Daphne followed the gaze of the shadow and asked, "Who was that?"
Miller felt deeply unhappy, pinched her face and said to himself, "Don't mind him, just a servant."
The unfamiliar sense of oppression made Daphne dare not look directly at him. Her eyelashes trembled, and her gaze fell on the tea tray on the table.
At the door, there suddenly came two light and polite knocks.
"Master, everything is ready for the young lady..."
"Come in directly," Miller said.
The butler pushed open the door, holding a tray with a jug-shaped vessel and a intricately patterned double-handled glass.
This is completely different from what Daphne imagined food to be, but she couldn't quite put into words what food should be like. Vaguely, in her mind, she felt that food that could fill the stomach should require chewing.
The tray was placed on the table, and Miller lifted the jug, slowly tilting it over the cup. The crimson liquid flowed slowly from the spout, falling into the glass, its color made even more dazzling by the crystal-clear cup.
Daphne Covering her mouth, she didn't know why the gums were itching a bit.
She deliberately ignored the strangeness in her mouth, and after smelling the strange fishy smell in the air, the emptiness in her stomach became even stronger.
"Brother, can these really fill my stomach?"
Miller poured half a cup, stopped, put the jug aside, and looked at her, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Why do you ask that?"
"I thought... there should be some food, like cake?"
"Cake?" Miller squinted at Daphne's bewildered face, not sure what to make of it.
Under her brother's gaze, Daphne stiffened and swallowed hard.
Her reaction sparked something interesting in Miller's mind, and a slow smile spread across his lips.
Miller used his fingertips to tuck Daphne's hair behind her ear, picked up a cup and handed it to Daphne, saying ambiguously, "I can make desserts like cakes, but I'm afraid it won't satisfy your strong appetite right now."
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