Sylvester came out of the study and went straight to L''s room.


    He searched inside and out, but L was nowhere to be found.


    Panic set in as he hurried downstairs, startling a servant who asked, "Sylvester, what''s wrong? Why are you so flustered?"


    Sylvester gave the servant a cold look and asked, "Where did L go?"


    The servant had thought it was something serious, but it turned out to be this. She repiled, "I just saw L go to Richael''s ce."


    Relieved that L hadn''t vanished without reason, Sylvester turned to head outside, only to see her returning.


    The cold moonlight shone on her face, making her look like a beautiful elf.


    As their eyes met, Sylvester''s handsome features were etched into L''s mind. She raised an eyebrow, nced at his dark silk robe, and teased, "Sylvester, were you looking for me?" Her innocent appearance, with a yful tilt at the corners of her eyes, carried a hint of seduction.


    Sylvester walked over, reached out, and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. His voice was low and alluring as he said, "Why did you go out before informing me?"


    He had been startled by her disappearance.


    L buried her head in his chest, took a deep breath of his scent, and felt veryfortable. Her bare feet stepped on his, and she spread her arms and demanded, "Hold me."


    Sylvester then realized that L had gone out without shoes. He quickly picked her up and walked back into the vi.


    He then told the servant, "Go get her shoes."


    The servant smiled and immediately went to get the shoes.


    L, however, frowned and said coldly, "I don''t want shoes."


    The servant looked troubled, unsure of what to do.


    Sylvester, holding her, paused at her words, looked down at L in his arms, and said, "Against me?"


    He then waved the servant away.


    L yed with the belt of Sylvester''s robe, her slender fingers twisting it. She looked up at him, her expression proud and queen-like, her voice holding a teasing threat, "I don''t want shoes. I want you to hold me. Or do you not want to hold me anymore?"


    As she spoke, she tightened her grip, and Sylvester squinted, took a deep breath, and said fiercely, "Hold you? If you want me to hold you, I will definitely hold you!"


    Seeing L finally satisfied, Sylvester smiled angrily and carried her upstairs, saying as he walked, "Are you happy now?"


    He could tell that L was in a bad mood.


    So he would go along with her to see what she wanted to do.


    L didn''t respond as she was still feeling very annoyed.


    Seeing that they had reached the door, L stretched out her leg, and with her fair foot, she blocked the door to stop Sylvester in his path. She said, "Sylvester, I don''t want to sleep alone."


    This meant that she wanted to sleep with Sylvester!


    Hearing this, Sylvester, standing at the door, looked down at L in his arms. His longshes cast a shadow over his eyes, filled with desire, as he looked at her. L struggled to get down from his arms. Her slender fingers hooked onto the bathrobe belt around Sylvester''s waist as she willfully pulled him to his room. At the door, L kicked it open and pulled Sylvester inside.


    Before she could let go, Sylvester pressed her against the door, and kissed her frantically.


    L clung to him, tilting her head to meet his kisses. One of hisrge hands slowly lifted her long, fair leg.