[BL] The Darling Villain

Chapter 47. Shoulder

"Y-You're leaving the Capital City?" A shrill voice blurted out in the middle of the city.

Daphnne never thought that she'd see the day where one of her best friends would leave. There was a grand wooden carriage, embellished in golden carvings and extravagant polish. The wheels were well-kept and stabilized, while a richly designed red curtain swiped on the windowsill.

"I want to experience how it feels to live outside of the city," Lucilline off-handedly remarked.

Daphnne's face wore concern. She turned to look at the maidservant, then carefully asked, "You're leaving too?"

Willow was unfazed. She nodded simply. "As long as Young Master is going, I must follow."

The heroine lowered her gaze in disappointment. She fiddled with her fingers, and her gentle locks of chestnut brown hair had softened her contours. Daphnne appeared quite soft and innocent, resembling a white bunny hiding in its pair of droopy ears.

The maidservant couldn't help but falter.

Lucilline gestured her a motion.

Willow gently coughed, "Don't be sad. Young Master and I aren't leaving forever." She wanted to pat the heroine's shoulder, but decided against it. "We'll be back in no time."

Lucilline looked away and added, "Who knows. Maybe I like the rural area more than the city. Maybe I decide to never come back..."

"No!" Daphnne cried. "Lucilline, you've got to come back! We'll miss you so much!" Especially Az. She couldn't help but think in her head.

The mentioned young man was pitifully looking at Lucilline, his amethyst purple eyes radiating off waves of sadness. His brows subconsciously furrowed, and his lips couldn't help but curve downwards. There was a look of ambiguity yet sorrow in his figure.

His soft locks of white hair brushed before his forehead, drooping like the ears of a disappointed puppy.

Lucilline couldn't help but pause.

He had the strong urge to just fondle those locks of soft white hair. Unlike her young brother, Willow's hair was not as soft or feathery to the touch. Rather, her years of harsh experience had toughened her scalp, including the hardening of her hair.

But... Lucilline really didn't dare to touch Azalea's hair...!

He still couldn't get over how he sucked the poison out of his blood last night. It was embarrassing... shameful... and... complicated.

There was no way he'd dare to touch him again...!

"Wow, your hair is indeed very soft." Ten seconds of struggling later, Lucilline abandoned his morals, reaching out to feel the strands of silky white hair. He lightly pet them at the tip of his fingers, with the soft hair as gentle as a swan's creamy milk feathers.

The sensation of satisfaction quickly dominated his heart.

Unbeknownst to Lucilline (who was busy petting away), Azalea's pair of ears had scorched red.

"...that's enough," Azalea had finally had enough. He couldn't stand being adorned like a pet anymore. Though he did enjoy the attention, he couldn't let anyone know this!