North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Locke gathered his thoughts and saw that Daisy Greenberg had already reached the stairs. He nodded to the two bodyguards who also got off the car to express his gratitude, then smiled helplessly and followed.

Now he can't even figure out what his relationship is with Daisy Greenberg.

Wouldn't it be enough just to give it a hug?

Where is this going?

Locke followed Daisy Greenberg up the stairs to the second floor. It felt like entering a museum, with the atmosphere of classical art everywhere.

Especially the oil paintings hanging on the corridor walls, several of which are works by well-known painters, are worth a lot of money at first sight.

Frankly speaking, he doesn't like this kind of place very much. The design is too old, a bit depressing and gloomy. He prefers modern buildings that are transparent and bright.

Soon Locke followed Daisy Greenberg into a room, and when he saw the big bed on one side, he realized that this was her bedroom.

Why did you come directly to the bedroom? What are you doing?

Will it be too soon?

But when he saw the look on Daisy Greenberg's face, the slight throbbing in Locke's heart instantly dissipated.

The woman stared at him expressionlessly, her ice-blue eyes showing coldness and alienation, without any emotion.

Although it is still beautiful, as delicate as a porcelain doll, it makes people feel terrified.

Locke shrugged and opened his arms, and the woman slowly walked over. Maybe she was used to it, but her expression was no longer entangled and resistant, only calm.

The warm fragrance was as soft as her arms, and Locke's heart began to throb again. There was no way, the eldest lady's figure was really top-notch, and there was no part that was not soft.

He also used to put his hands on the soft ones, and the two embraced quietly, warm and strange.

Locke glanced down. The eldest lady's expression was still cold, but a little more peaceful, and she was obviously enjoying herself.

The corner of his mouth curled up, did she really think of him as her medicine?

Logically speaking, he should not be so tolerant to Daisy Greenberg.

Beauty, a good figure, and a rich family fortune are not enough for him to indulge this woman so much.

pity?

Yes, but not many.

The real reason was that he saw the shadow of his past in Daisy Greenberg. Underneath the cold and alienated face was a lonely and numb heart. They both lived by a certain belief.

All he ever wanted was to go home.

And she should be her parents who have passed away.

After more than ten minutes, Locke felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't bear it anymore. He lowered his head and asked, "Are you okay yet?"

It was almost 2 o'clock now and he had to go back to sleep.

Daisy Greenberg did not let go, nor did she care about Locke's imminent move, and murmured: "You are very clean today..."

Locke was startled. Was he dirty before?

He quickly realized that he had just taken a shower and there was no scent of Sarah Mendes on his body. He said: "That's it, I have to go back!"

Daisy Greenberg still had no intention of letting go. Locke was speechless and wanted to reach out and pry her hand away.

Seemingly aware of Locke's intention, Daisy Greenberg said reluctantly: "You can sleep here tonight..."

Locke stiffened and lowered his head in disbelief. Are you sure?

Uh, does this woman understand what this sentence means?

Locke glanced at the gorgeously colored big bed next to him. He held the woman's buttocks with his hands and walked towards the bed.

Daisy Greenberg let him hold her like this, so naturally she wouldn't do anything like spreading her legs and wrapping them around his waist.

Locke kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed holding her.

No matter what, you hug yours and I'll sleep with mine. He has business to do tomorrow night and needs to conserve energy.

……

In the morning, as soon as Locke woke up, he was faced with a pair of ice-blue clear eyes and a flawless pretty face. He moved his body. Even with his physical fitness, he felt that he had been pressed like this all night. My body feels a little sore.

He knew it was someone else and asked angrily: "Aren't you going to get up?"

Daisy Greenberg did not move, but asked, "Why did you stop last night?"

Thinking of what happened last night, Locke felt ashamed and embarrassed. He never thought that he would just sleep with a sweet and attractive woman in his arms.

He immediately lowered his head, bit the woman's lip, and groping with his hands skillfully, he attacked the city and invaded wantonly.

Just like last night, Daisy Greenberg did not resist at all and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

Locke quickly stopped because he was the one suffering in the end.

He pushed the disheveled Daisy Greenberg aside, stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to calm down.

Daisy Greenberg's cheeks were flushed. She adjusted her clothes and stared at Locke doubtfully, "Don't you really want it?"

Locke glanced at her coldly and ignored this woman. She was also a goblin. She actually moaned just now. He could bear this.

It was the same last night. After lying down with Daisy Greenberg for a while, Locke began to be distracted, and his hands were no longer limited to her plump buttocks.

The woman never resisted and had no emotional reaction, just like a doll.

It wasn't until he was about to go further that she asked aloud, "Are we going to get married like Steve and Susan?"

For Locke, this sentence was extremely lethal. It was like falling into an ice cellar in an instant, and he could no longer wake up.

All desire disappeared instantly as he thought about the problems he would face if he took Miss Greenberg's virginity.

But last night their relationship took a step further, when Miss Greenberg told him that Steve and Susan both called her Deborah, and he could call her that too.

After regaining his composure, Locke looked at Daisy Greenberg curiously and asked, "How did you come into being?"

Daisy Greenberg fell silent for a moment, and her expression returned to calmness. She said calmly: "After Steve and Susan passed away, she didn't want to face anyone, but she knew that Steve and Susan didn't want her to become So, I showed up, I helped her go to Yale, I helped her go to work in a law firm, I helped her face everything she didn't want to face..."

help?

Locke heard a key word and asked: "So you are not an independent personality?"

Daisy Greenberg remained silent for a few seconds, shook her head and said, "I don't know..."

Locke has recently learned something about dual personalities. As far as he knows, most dual personalities or multiple personalities have independent personalities. The two personalities did not even know each other before, let alone communicate.

But obviously, this is not the case between Deborah and Daisy. Daisy feels more like Deborah's doppelgänger.

He asked again: "Do you know who wants to kill you?"

Daisy Greenberg shook her head, "She knows!"

Locke was startled. Deborah knew who wanted to kill her?

Daisy Greenberg said calmly: "But she doesn't care about it..."

"..."

Locke had already guessed that this woman had a self-destructive tendency.

She wanted to die, but she knew that her parents didn't want her to die, so she worked hard to live. Death was more like relief to her, just like in his previous life.

Locke's heart twitched inexplicably, and he asked again: "What is the relationship between us now?"

Daisy Greenberg replied: "She said you smell like family and she wants to live with you forever!"

Locke couldn't help but smile bitterly. He couldn't figure out how he could make her feel like family even if he tried hard.

Could it be that Mr. Steve Greenberg was also a scavenger during his lifetime? Just think about it and you will know that it is impossible!