Human Skin Mask

Just after breakfast, someone from the royal family arrived. The princess of the royal family sent someone to invite Lawrence to a concert. Lawrence, crossing his long legs and holding a cat, sat on the sofa. His light-colored eyes were indifferent and aloof, even cooler than his voice. "Unfortunately, I am accompanying my girlfriend shopping today and cannot accept the invitation. Please convey my message," Lawrence responded unhurriedly. "When did you get a girlfriend, Duke?" Lawrence's expression remained unchanged, and even his tone didn't alter, "My personal matters are none of your business, right?" His impenetrable eyes seemed to dilute the slight smile on his face. The messenger was taken aback and pale with fright. He hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, I hope you're not offended." Lawrence glanced down at the cat in his arms, murmuring in a low voice, "It's nothing," as if he was talking to the cat. The man left in disappointment. In the afternoon, one of the royal military troops