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Daphne brought the cup to her lips and took a small sip.
The sweet and slightly salty liquid entered her mouth, causing her rationality to collapse instantly, and the room was filled with the greedy sound of her swallowing.
Miller leaned against the side of the sofa, squinting his eyes, enjoying the wonderful sight of his sister being completely controlled by desire for the first time.
The cup was not big to begin with, and it was not completely filled. Daphne drank it clean in a few sips.
She lowered her head and looked through the crystal-clear bottom of the cup at her little skirt, licked her lips reluctantly, and then looked up at her brother with eager eyes.
"How does it taste?"
Miller's gaze fell on her rose-colored lips.
Daphne held the cup in her hands, her crystal purple eyes, the same color as Miller's, looked eagerly at her brother, full of desire: "I still want it, brother."
Miller lifted the wine jug and slowly refilled her cup, saying softly, "Have you not eaten anything since you came back yesterday?"
With something in her stomach now, Daphne was not as ravenous as before. She held the cup and sipped it slowly, looking puzzled. "Yesterday? Did I sleep the whole day?"
"Flora, when did you sleep?"
The sudden intimacy in his address made Daphne's face flush again. "I fell asleep at ten, and when I woke up, it was eight o'clock."
It looks like she really slept the whole day. The old thing left in such a hurry and didn't even let the maid take care of her.
Miller thought to himself and reached out to rub her soft cheek with the pad of his thumb: "Slept the whole day, woke up and immediately said she's hungry, little pig."
Daphne's face turned even redder: "I... I'm not!"
Miller gave a faint smile and pinched her waist lightly: "I'll arrange a personal maid for Flora. If you need anything, just find her. Don't wait until you're starving and come running to call for me."
Daphne was pinched and twisted her waist, holding the cup tightly, almost spilling it.
She changed the subject and asked, "Brother, um, do you know where father went?"
Listening to Daphne mention that old thing, Miller fell silent for a moment, the hint of a smile disappearing from his eyes.
Daphne felt that he was acting strangely, so she carefully raised her hand and placed the cup on the table. The bottom of the cup made a light, dull sound as it met the smooth wooden surface of the table.
Miller Watching her movements, he rested his forehead against his knuckles and asked, "Hmm, you don't know where father went?"
Daphne Placing her hands on her lap, she murmured despondently, "I know... Father said he was leaving home and that my brother should take care of me."
"So, what else do you want him to do?" Miller's tone was very light, with a hint of imperceptible coldness.
Daphne felt something was wrong, looked at him uneasily, and couldn't help but probe: "I really want to know... Can you tell me, big brother?"
Daphne's pair of purple eyes, apart from the color, were completely different from his pair of eyes.
Mention the eyes of the Vanzhou Family Master, and one often thinks of the cruelty and coldness they symbolize.
But Daphne's eyes look pitiful and innocent, as if an angel accidentally fell into the devil's lair.
Displeasure slowly dissipated as he gazed at Daphne and cryptically said, "I can tell Flora where her father went, but Flora needs to reward me first."
Daphne felt his gaze and instinctively took a step back.
Her shrinking did not deter Miller, and he leaned in towards Daphne with his hand on her side. The tall figure of her brother cast a shadow over her, and the inexplicable sense of oppression left Daphne's mind blank as he lifted her up with his strong arms around her waist.
Daphne was placed on Miller's lap.
"What's wrong, Flora? You're all limp," Miller's fingers moved up from her knee, while his other hand caressed her cool cheek. "Don't you want to know where your father went?"
Approaching Miller, the familiar scent of memories in the blood was captured by Daphne's sense of smell.
She felt weak, and that deep sense of attachment in her bone marrow awakened with this scent. With her hands on her brother's shoulders, she was torn between following the instinctual desire to hug her brother or pushing him away.
Miller lowered his eyes with satisfaction and said naturally, "Then, Flora, give your brother a kiss."
"A kiss?" Daphne's heart began to race, feeling like a small drum was beating in her chest. "But, we're not siblings..."
He reached out and pinched Daphne's small chin, causing her luscious and plump lips to pout slightly.
"What's wrong, siblings? It's just a kiss," Miller said with a seductive tone. "Come give your big brother a kiss, and I'll tell you where your father went."
"Then, where should I kiss?"
Daphne held her brother's face in her hands, looking up and down, feeling unsure of where to start.
Miller stared at her rosy little tongue in her mouth, his fangs slowly lengthening: "Flora, come and kiss the place that brother wants you to kiss the most, if you kiss it right..."
Daphne pecked him on the cheek, then lifted her head and looked at her brother with innocent eyes.
"Is this okay, big brother?"
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