Endless Debt

"Hey, Palmer, long time no see!"

The beautiful man looked at Palmer with joy on his face and put his hand around Palmer's neck, as if he was a close brother.

"Let's talk... don't you have anything to say to me?"

He reached out and poked Palmer's cheek. Palmer didn't respond. He didn't even look at this beautiful man. He looked straight at the food on the plate and ate mechanically, as if the guy next to him didn't even look at it. does not exist.

"Take a breath, Palmer, take a breath," Palmer repeated to himself. "You're ready, aren't you?"

Palmer tried hard to bring up the mentality of field staff who "don't change their attitude after a landslide" and their style of "being calm after a tsunami".

And then...then...

The handsome man raised his eyebrows, "Palmer, are your hands numb?"

Palmer pretended to be calm, but his hands were shaking, and the fork and the porcelain plate were constantly rubbing against each other, making a squeaking sound.

"It's... not bad. I may have strained my muscles during today's battle."

God, Palmer himself didn't believe this lie, but like a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, he really had no choice.

"oh?"

The handsome man narrowed his eyes and gently smoothed his short hair, revealing his clear, emerald-like pupils.

He leaned down and his breath brushed against Palmer's ear. It felt like someone was rubbing the shell of his ear with dogtail grass. It was extremely itchy.

"Then do you need me to feed you?"

Palmer clenched his fists, and the poor fork twisted into the shape of an earthworm.

The handsome man raised the corner of his mouth and smiled silently. Seeing that he had achieved an initial victory, he did not continue to attack, but let go of Palmer as if to play hard to get.

Palmer seemed to have crawled back to the shore from the water, his chest heaving and breathing awkwardly.

"Still like this, no progress?"

The beautiful man laughed. For a moment, he looked like a handsome girl and a feminine man.

He and Church have some similarities. No one has ever figured out Church's true appearance, and few people can tell the gender of the beautiful man at first sight. He has a mysterious and cold temperament.

Seeing that Palmer didn't react at all, the pretty man didn't bother to deal with him anymore. Anyway, Palmer's vacation was quite long, and he would have plenty of time to torture Palmer afterwards.

Looking at Laika who was constantly interacting with Aimu, he coughed a few times. The clear voice echoed in the courtyard. The tall dog seemed to have been noticed by a predator for a moment, and his whole body froze in place.

"Huh? Don't you like this?"

Aimu noticed the change in the dog. Laika was like a child being trained, lowering his head. Aimu rubbed its head, but it didn't respond.

There was a clear snap of fingers from the side, and the beautiful man moved his chair, his slender legs crossed together, with a smile on his face, but this smile could hardly warm anyone.

After waving, Laika walked over with his head lowered, and sat obediently in front of him, like a solid mountain of meat.

He interrogated, "First of all, I asked you to come back, why didn't you come back?"

"babble……"

Waves of mournful screams rang out.

"Oh? You're so happy that you forgot about Palmer's scent, right?"

The handsome man pinched his chin, looking thoughtful, "Okay, let's not pursue this matter."

Laika raised her head happily, stuck out her tongue and breathed, and then the beautiful man said again, "Have I ever said that you need to eat healthy."

Gouzi's smile disappeared, why bother to accuse him!

Laika skillfully moved her bulky body, leaned furryly on the beautiful man, and moved the chair a little.

It knows that beautiful men don't like licking him. This will make saliva everywhere and it will be difficult to clean up, so it lowers its head and rubs it hard to show friendship.

Suddenly, Laika felt that it was difficult to breathe. The beautiful man strangled Laika's neck with one hand and kept smiling.

"Don't pretend to be cute for me. Don't you know how old you are? You are no longer suitable for pretending to be cute at your age."

Laika wailed again and looked at Palmer with dark eyes. It was hard to imagine that a dog's eyes could reveal so many emotions.

The joy of the master's return, the fear caused by the current situation, the desire to beg the master to save him...

"Don't you want to say something?"

The handsome man nudged Palmer with his elbow, "Lika is calling you for help."

Palmer turned his head away and pretended not to see it.

"Well!"

Seeing Palmer's appearance, Laika was so anxious that she almost spoke human words.

Fortunately, the beautiful man did not embarrass Laika too much. He was just trying to frighten the tiger. During the days when Palmer was not at home and the owner was away, he could only vent many necessary emotions on this unlucky dog.

Letting go of Laika, Laika ran to the corner dejectedly. Aimu didn't know what happened, but no matter how she greeted her, Laika didn't come over and put her head in the corner, as if she was thinking about it while facing the wall.

"So, Palmer you..."

The beautiful man turned around and was about to inflict a new round of torture on Palmer, but found that Palmer beside him had disappeared.

Looking to the other side, Palmer tried hard to maintain a calm demeanor, but his quick steps undoubtedly betrayed his mood.

Seeing the flustered look of his partner, Boluogo was slightly surprised. Even when he was called by Lebius to talk alone, Palmer had never looked like this.

"Bologo!"

Palmer directly intervened in the conversation between Boluogo and Vonn. He didn't even look at his father and said to Boluogo as if he was asking for help.

"Sure enough! I'm still not prepared! It's too bad!"

Boluogo was a little confused, "Huh? What are you talking about?"

Palmer suddenly grabbed Boluogo's hand and looked at him nervously, "How about we go back!"

"Go back? Where?" Vonn said at this time, "This is your home."

Palmer was too lazy to pay attention to his bastard father. Seeing that Boluogo didn't respond, Palmer directly touched Boluogo's pocket.

Burlogo quickly took a step back, allowing Palmer to attempt a robbery, "What do you want?"

"Key! Key to the Immortal Club!"

Palmer had already started talking nonsense, "I suddenly remembered that Sere and I made an appointment to play board games tonight!"

There was a scraping sound of the chair against the ground behind him, and Palmer knew without looking back that the handsome man moved the chair and stood up slowly.

"How about this, Boluogo, I'll take you for a walk? Fengyuan Highlands is pretty big!"

Unconsciously, nervous sweat covered Palmer's face, as if he had taken an overdose of stimulants.

Fuen added fuel to the fire and said, "Son, your expression is a little bad."

"You...damn it, Boluogo, I can still barely fly you for a while. You must have never experienced flying, right? It feels great!"

Palmer looked hysterical.

The hard floor struck the marble floor, and there was a clear sound of footsteps. The other party approached unhurriedly, like a leisurely moving cat, or a predatory lion.

"Bologo!"

This time, Palmer just called out Burlogo's name. His voice contained a thousand words, and his eyes contained a composition of nearly a thousand words. He suddenly met Burlogo's gaze.

Bologger hesitated, then laughed.

Seeing Boluogo's expression, Palmer seemed to be grasping at straws, "We are good brothers, right?"

"Of course, we are good brothers and good partners."

Burlogo nodded in agreement, took out a key from his pocket, and thrust it into Palmer's hand.

For a moment, Palmer was about to cry. This time, he truly experienced the brilliance of humanity in Boluogo.

Picking up the key, Palmer walked around Boluogo, not even trying to pretend, and ran quickly.

Rushing to the door of the restaurant, Palmer inserted the key into the keyhole with trembling hands. When watching horror movies before, there was often a plot like this. The protagonists used the key to open the door, but they couldn't insert the key into the keyhole for a long time.

At that time, Palmer mocked their hands for shaking like Parkinson's disease, but now Palmer's hands were shaking even more violently than theirs.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Palmer finally inserted the key into the keyhole, and his tense face relaxed, as if he had been holding back the urge to urinate all day, and finally arrived in front of the toilet door, revealing a sense of peace as if he was about to enter the kingdom of heaven.

Palmer decided that after returning to the Undead Club, he would give Sere a firm hug, and if necessary, he was prepared to kiss Sere forcefully. He had never missed the Night Clan lord so much.

Turning the key, opening the door, the bright corridor came into view.

Palmer took a deep breath, closed the door, and opened it again. There was no creeping darkness behind the door, but only a familiar and bright corridor.

He lowered his head and glanced at the key. It was the key to their home's security door.

"Bologo! You plotted against me!"

Palmer screamed.

There was no time to rebuke Burlogo for his damn behavior. Palmer raised his feet and prepared to flee the scene, but before he could take a step, a strong and cold hand grabbed the back of his neck, like lifting a baby animal. Like this, he easily lifted Palmer back.

The soles of the shoes made a screeching sound against the ground, indicating Palmer's last attempt at resistance.

"You've just come back and are ready to leave. Are you that busy at work?"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and along with the warm breath on his neck, Palmer felt only a bitter cold that extended from his spine to the meridians throughout his body.

The other party teased Palmer with great interest, "Huh? Why don't you say hello to me? Didn't we have a lot of fun on the phone?"

Palmer turned his head stiffly, tried to force a smile on his face, and then used all his strength.

"W-S-Lin-!"

The voice was filled with fear and vibrato.

Vosilin held down Palmer's head, kissed him on the cheek, and then imitated Palmer's tone of response, with a playful tone in her tone.

"Pa-er-mo-!"