Taking care of daily life?
Chloe thought carefully and decided that both she and her father were grown adults, so how could they not take care of themselves?
Moreover...
She glanced at the top of the head of the Werewolf Race maid standing in front of her, at those fluffy ears.
A hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes—
Didn't she remember Daniel telling her before that the Werewolf Race rarely exposed their ears and tails?
Otherwise, it would be no different from being naked.
Chloe stared at the maid in front of her. The maid's temperament was good enough to let Chloe look at her without feeling offended at all.
Completely calm.
Could it be that she remembered wrong?
Just as Chloe was thinking this, Daniel flipped over from the tree ladder, performed a perfect Thomas flare landing, and whistled nonchalantly. He was about to proudly praise himself when his eyes fell on the maid.
The circuitous whistle died halfway, and Daniel's cheeks turned red at an unimaginable speed. He quickly turned away.
Chloe: "?"
She looked at Daniel, then at the maid.
What's going on?
After hesitating for a moment, Chloe walked in front of Daniel, squatted down, and curiously tilted her head:
"What are you doing?"
Daniel looked up and caught Chloe's bright eyes.
He said guiltily:
"That girl, why did she expose her ears..."
Daniel's cheeks were flushed red: "Ears and tails are private parts."
"I dare not look."
Hearing this, Chloe slightly raised her eyebrows.
She glanced at the maid not far away in surprise, not missing the flash of bewilderment in the other's eyes.
Thinking about Daniel's exaggerated behavior, it really didn't seem to be fake.
So what Daniel said before was true?
But why would someone deliberately expose their ears?
And expose their ears while serving the master's family.
Chloe couldn't understand.
She bit the candy in her mouth into pieces, stood up and walked towards the maid.
Chloe was very tall, a head taller than the maid. When she looked down slightly, her dark red eyes contained a hint of interest, and the obsidian earrings on her earlobes sparkled in the sunlight.
Her voice, like her person, carried a hint of casualness:
"Hey, what's your name?"
The maid came to her senses and replied respectfully:
"In response to the young miss, this humble one is named Pasha."
Pasha...
Chloe straightened up, her gaze falling on the ears that swayed slightly as she spoke. Her hand itched a bit, but she finally resisted and said frankly:
"I heard that in your Werewolf Race, such exposure of ears is not common, it's a bit..."
Chloe didn't finish her sentence, thinking that after all, the person in front of her was a girl, and should care about face.
Who knew that Pasha seemed to completely misunderstand Chloe's meaning and smiled saying:
"It's alright, Pasha has been like this since childhood. If I were serving in other families, I would naturally hide my ears."
Then, she paused slightly and continued: "But you are all from other races. Even if you know in your hearts, you don't feel that exposing ears is such a shameful thing. You can completely pretend not to see."
Chloe: "..."
It seemed to be correct.
But as soon as she thought of this, she thought of Daniel who was still pretending to be a quail behind her, and immediately shook her head:
"That won't do. Haven't you seen that there are people from your Werewolf Race among my friends?"
Originally thinking that after saying this much, Pasha would finally listen, but she was unbelievably stubborn:
"That's something he needs to pay attention to."
Chloe almost couldn't catch her breath, and was about to say something when she heard Pasha resume her gentle tone:
"Would the young miss like some tea? I'll go brew some for you."
Saying this, she turned and walked into the kitchen.
Chloe watched her back and noticed that Pasha had taken several cups in her hands, obviously intending to brew tea for everyone in the house.
She vaguely felt that something wasn't quite right, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. She could only turn around and pull Daniel up from the ground.
"Alright, she's gone now," Chloe said helplessly, "It seems we can't persuade her. You'd better go back to your room quickly."
Daniel's face was drooping, no longer the dashing figure from before, and he quickly found a room to duck into.
At this time, Qin Huaibei and the others also came up.
Pasha was holding a tray with several cups of steaming tea. Seeing them enter, she obediently offered the tea to them.
Qin Huaibei's gaze paused on her ears for a moment, then he blinked and frowned, averting his eyes.
He obviously also remembered what Daniel had told them many years ago.
Katherine and Anderson looked straight ahead, the latter didn't even take the water Pasha offered, but walked directly to Chloe's side, took off the bag she was carrying, and asked in a low voice:
"Which room will the young miss stay in?"
Chloe said lazily: "Any room will do."
After all, she could see that this treehouse was very spacious.
Anderson nodded in agreement, then went to inspect each room, and finally chose the largest, most spacious room with the best lighting, and put Chloe's backpack in it.
He didn't consider at all that there was someone of higher status among this group of people - Xavier.
At this moment, Xavier was discussing matters with his confidants in the living room, holding a pen and tapping the table leisurely.
This was his usual gesture when thinking.
Chloe leaned against the living room wall, watching him intently, thinking to herself that this person always put work first no matter where he was.
Just as she was thinking this, footsteps came from not far away.
She casually glanced over, then froze.
She saw Pasha carrying a tray of tea, walking to the coffee table, obediently kneeling down, lowering her head, and offering a cup of hot tea to Xavier.
As she moved, her upright, fluffy ears trembled slightly in front of Xavier.
Chloe narrowed her eyes, unconsciously standing a bit straighter.
She simulated it in her mind and found that from Xavier's sitting position, plus Pasha's tilted head posture, he could perfectly see the other's 45-degree side profile.
Although it was just serving tea, why did the atmosphere... feel so different from when she served tea to them?
Admittedly, Pasha was very beautiful.
The sight of her obediently pouring tea was also very pleasing to the eye. Chloe even saw Xavier's confidants unable to control their gazes from constantly glancing at Pasha.
Chloe: "..."
No way, was it really what she thought?
Just as Chloe was wondering how much longer this person could be so arrogant, Xavier's cold voice suddenly came from the front:
"Why does it take you so long to pour water?"
"Move aside, you're disturbing our discussion."
Pasha's body stiffened.
After a while, she submissively bowed her body, her voice weak:
"...Yes."
Saying this, she slowly retreated.
And the cup of water she had poured remained untouched until Xavier finished his discussion and returned to his room.
