Part 1The Beagle and the System

My stepbrother seemed to be bound to a System.

He often complained to the System: [That woman made me hand-wash her clothes again.]

[I have to heat milk for her every night.]

[Her hands are so small, her slaps feel like tickles.]

System: [What? She slapped you too? How are you going to take revenge?]

My stepbrother said while drugging the milk: [Adding a little something to the milk to make her pupils lose focus.]

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When Noah was brought in, I was selecting a nude model.

I furrowed my brows, asking them to extend their hands.

"Tsk, nails too long, no."

"Dirt under the nails, scram."

The male models I yelled away scattered.

"Too fat, too dry."

"Adam's apple too small."

"Nose bridge too flat."

"Not a virgin."

"Get out, get out, get out!"

The butler chased after me to put on my shoes.

Until I stepped on Noah's instep with my bare foot.

I looked him up and down and asked, "Are you a virgin?"

Noah was stunned.

He lowered his head, his face flushed red.

His denim jacket was washed white, and so was his backpack. There was a smell of laundry detergent.

Not too unpleasant.

Good, this cheap stepbrother of mine was quite clean.

"Extend your hand."

On the fair and slender knuckles were round, neatly trimmed nails.

The butler advised from behind, "My eldest miss, he's not here to audition, he's your brother."

I tsked impatiently.

Turned my head and asked the butler, "Is there a difference?"

Is there a difference? His mom hooked up with my dad. If not for our family's money, was it for my dad's stubble?

Now his mom hasn't even entered the door yet, but she sent this baggage here first.

The butler saw my "kind" eyes and shut up.

I stood in front of Noah and ordered, "Take off your clothes."

His eyes were complex, and he didn't move for a long time.

My anger shot up instantly.

I lifted his jacket and asked word by word, "You take it off or I take it off?"

The butler seemed to want to stop me.

I screamed and shouted, "I can't allow unclean people into the house!"

I grabbed Noah's collar.

Finally, after a while, he compromised.

Jacket, white T-shirt.

When he was about to take off his pants, he was silent for a while and finally asked, "Can you ask others to leave?"

Troublesome.