Restarting the myth

Wayne held Philomena's ankle, applied night cream with the other hand, slid his fingertips from the calf to the knee, rubbed the stiff limbs with his palm, and applied some night cream on the thigh. (-_-) (-_-)

Philomena's smile remained unchanged, as if she had seen every scene before, but her hands tightly pressing the hem of her clothes and her stiff body betrayed her.

Turns out he is a king of words!

Wayne was disdainful. If he dared to show off with such little ability, he was clearly seeking his own death.

He has a kind heart and will kill Philomena's shame today.

"Nice legs!"

Wayne exclaimed in amazement and commented on Philomena's beautiful legs, saying that her skin was delicate, smooth and elastic, her curves were slender and soft, and they were also long and smooth. They emitted white light under the light, as if they were a piece of exquisite art.

The voice was very loud, I said it in such a shameful way, I acted like a pervert, and after I finished speaking, I swallowed hard.

It doesn't look like acting at all.

After wiping one leg, Wayne rubbed it with his fingertips, paused for a moment, savored the aftertaste, tilted his head and looked deep into the hem of his clothes.

He let go of the long leg, smiled slightly at Philomena, and when the latter was able to breathe, he suddenly held the other leg, raised it high and put the sole of his foot against his chest.

"ah!"

Philomena exclaimed, her heartbeat accelerated rapidly, her cheeks turned slightly red, and her breathing became short.

"What's the matter, High Priest?"

Wayne's smile was very playful, and he didn't rush to apply night cream and wait for the other party's reply.

Wayne: Are you able to continue?

Philomena: Just keep going!

He persisted until he gave up halfway, and all previous efforts were in vain, especially Wayne's eyes, which were full of provocation, making Philomena particularly unhappy.

You are a tool man who does rough work, a functional product, a servant, a servant, a handyman, what is there to be proud of!

"Be gentle, it just hurt me."

"I see, I thought the high priest was shy."

Wayne suddenly understood, and while apologizing for his rudeness, he said: "Think about it, at your age and in a high position, you have never seen anything. How can you be shy if you are so young?"

He continued to apply the night cream: "High Priest, you should pay attention to your maintenance. Look at your leg muscles. They are as hard as stones. Don't let the work pressure crush you, otherwise you will age quickly."

Having said that, some curves are beautiful but superficial. The pressure of life erodes the energetic body. Fatigue and weakness will cause muscles to relax, and the skin will lose its elasticity and become full of wrinkles.

Just like those GG cosmetics, they can be exaggerated no matter how exaggerated they are.

Wayne could tell that Philomena cared very much about her appearance, and any word related to aging would hit her hard.

As expected, Philomena immediately took the bait: "That's really nice to say. You know women very well?"

Of course, it is not ruled out that she would change the topic and draw attention away from Wayne's magical palm.

"Very understanding."

Wayne was full of confidence, holding his calf with his palms, kneading the tight and stiff curves: "To be polite, the high priest can go out and inquire. Looking at Lundan now, I claim to know the second best woman, no one dares to claim that First."

Such a scumbag?

Philomena subconsciously shrank her legs. If this was the case, then she would stop playing.

Wayne held on to his ankle tightly and raised his eyebrows at Philomena: "I am a women's clothing designer. Do you know that stockings are the most popular women's product in London, I designed them."

Philomena was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief: "Did you design it?"

She knew about silk stockings. She was resting in Paris two days ago and saw the silk stockings under the brand of 'Xiffy Valentine'. She fell in love with them at that time. She couldn't find the source of the stock, but she only learned about the imported silk stockings after being introduced to them. Windsor Lundam from across the sea.

At that time, she thought about snapping up a few pairs when she arrived in Lundam.

She never expected that the designer was right in front of her, still touching her legs.

"..."

"I'm asking you a question, stop touching it!"

"Sorry, it feels so good, it's a bit addictive."

Wayne made no secret of the fact that he was a pervert, there was no need for it, not to mention touching her, and Philomena, his first love, was not worthy of his pretense.

Since ancient times, sincerity has been exchanged for sincerity. If you don't have good intentions, you will only get bad intentions.

"Continue talking about stockings, where did you get the inspiration? Are there any other products that haven't been released yet?" Philomena was particularly enthusiastic.

Inspiration comes from a good pair of legs on the train.

Because the owner of the legs is a teacher, Wayne couldn't mention it and jumped directly to the next topic: "There are indeed many products that have not been released, such as women's underwear..."

He glanced deep into the clothes and sneered: "A bad style is neither beautiful nor practical, and your aesthetic is no more than that."

Philomena was furious, thought about it, pressed her bathrobe again, and said unconvinced: "Take out your product, I want to see how beautiful and practical it is."

"Can't do it!"

Wayne shook his head: "The product is not yet on the market. If the design concept is leaked because of showing it to you, I, the designer, will have to pay a lot of money to the company."

"That means no?" Philomena challenged.

"There are no new products, but there are old ones."

Wayne reached up and took out a pair of stockings from his pants pocket, opened the package and helped Philomena put them on.

Why do you carry stockings with you?

Philomena felt that Wayne had come prepared. She was about to say something when she found that the posture between the two of them was too ambiguous. The little pervert was almost lying on top of her. Her shame overwhelmed her desire to win and she pushed the pervert away from the sofa. Stand up.

She put on her stockings and spun around in a circle: "How are you doing? Do they look good?"

Even more curvy than before...

Can rush!

Wayne's throat was a little dry, but he had to admit that Philomena was amazingly charming, with almost no flaws in her appearance and figure, and she was also a first-rate model among beauties.

"I'm asking you a question, stop reading!"

The corner of Philomena's mouth curled up, very satisfied with Wayne's obsessed attitude. She knew that as long as she personally executed the plan, Gou Gou pointed her finger at the opponent and he would fall.

Chris, you are no match for him. It has nothing to do with you here.

"It looks very nice, but the bathrobe is a little mismatched, which affects the overall beauty. From the perspective of a fashion designer, I suggest you take off the bathrobe immediately." Wayne said seriously, he is a professional, I believe he can't Something is wrong.

Philomena rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Where are the women's underwear you designed? Bring it over tomorrow, otherwise I will tell the Ministry of Magic that you are perfunctory. I don't see any good intentions. I only see that you have no regard for the Moonlight Church." There’s so much respect.”

Oh my god, this is power, it’s so useful!

It was Wayne's turn to roll his eyes: "In addition to underwear, I also design a lot of new clothing, suitable for all seasons, and I am confident that each one can lead the fashion trend."

Then hand it over!

Philomena was so greedy that her saliva almost drooled out, and she was even more dissatisfied with Wayne's appetizing behavior.

"I can't get it. It would be too troublesome to bring them all. There will be at least three wardrobes."

"Then I'll go to your house."

"..."

Wayne was speechless. He had already overestimated this woman's love for beauty, but to his surprise, he underestimated it.

Philomena realized that she had lost her composure, regained her composure, and said calmly: "Bring ten items here every day. As long as you are sincere enough, I will cooperate with your work and will not complain to the Ministry of Magic."

"One piece a day."

"You want to delay?"

"No, the finished product is available, but the size is not suitable. The company's models are not as tall or long as you, nor do they have your slender waist..." Wayne said, glancing at Philomena's chest again.

The implication is that the figure is too good and I can’t find a finished product that matches my size.

The flattering pictures were taken by ordinary people and by professionals, and the effect was different. Philomena was very happy and told Wayne not to stand there stupidly and to go back to work now.

"You won't let me stay the night tonight?"

"Clothes are important."

Philomena said without conscience. She felt that Wayne was right. Being distant and avoiding suspicion would make the Ministry of Magic suspicious. Children who stay overnight every night know that their bodies cannot bear it.

"Okay, I will bring a finished product tomorrow, but I need to measure the size." Wayne rubbed his hands and apologized for not bringing a tape measure.

It’s not a big problem. The hands of professional fashion designers are the most accurate measuring tapes.

Philomena curled her lips, everyone knew what a magician had, and they could tell it just by looking at it, so why do they have to take action?

To put it bluntly, it’s not about taking advantage of the situation.

She didn't refuse, she opened her hands openly and asked Wayne to go faster.

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It's just a measurement. It's not like I didn't see it when I was in Luzerburg, so I just implemented the plan.

Five minutes later.

Wayne looked at his hands in a daze. It was too easy. He once again faced the bonus of a hero saving a beauty. No wonder the rich kids in the world would hire rogue gangsters to molest good women. This trick was so effective.

Be a hero next time!

Philomena sat on the sofa with a blushing face, picking up the black tea on the coffee table to cover up her embarrassment. Her heartbeat was too fast, her thoughts were slipping, and she started to have some random thoughts.

Wayne looked at Philomena quietly, waited for her to take a few sips, and then said quietly: "I drank that cup."

Philomena coughed repeatedly, cold air erupted from her palms, she froze the teacup and brewed tea into ice lumps, and stared at the little pervert fiercely.

You didn't tell me earlier!

Wayne shook his head and advised: "How about forget it. I will cooperate with you in pretending to be addicted to women. You will achieve your goal and you don't have to do anything you don't like."

"My target was never the Ministry of Magic!"

When it came to business, Philomena quickly returned to normal, gritted her teeth and said: "You should have been a disciple of the Moonlight Church. I will win you back and pay for your previous negligence. I will not be wronged."

"The route of the strategy is wrong. We can spend money. It won't cost much."

Wayne kindly reminded him that he was actually very easy to seduce. The Moonlight Church family had a great business, so if they just throw out a few artifacts, he would be the Moonlight Goddess's man.

It seems reasonable to say that his silver cross must have a place for Moonlight. This was decided from the beginning. It really doesn't cost much to go to the Moonlight Church in both directions.

"What I want is not a free mage, but a devout moonlight disciple." Philomena made her attitude clear. Loyalty is either absolute or absolutely disloyal. She wants everything from Wayne.

"Then you shouldn't continue..."

Wayne spread his hands and said, "Listen to me, stop teasing. It's still too late to stop the loss. If you continue to act like this, you will be the only one who will lose both people and money."

Philomena didn't believe it, she was full of confidence in her own charm, and when she got to that point, she could lose both money and make peace.

The nuns are so crazy!

Seeing that the other party insisted on giving it away, Wayne couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, and advised again: "How about changing to someone else, you will make a profit if it succeeds, and you will not lose if it fails. It is better than taking risks on your own."

"Chris?"

"Yes."

Wayne readily admitted that few people knew that he was stamped by the Moonlight Church. Philomena was able to get the information, so it must have been leaked by the senior sister. There was nothing to hide.

What a senior sister, secretly sold him to an old aunt, what was she thinking.

You are afraid that you can't eat the meat before you eat it. You are so willing to share. Do you want to make progress?

Wait, I will teach you a lesson when I go back!

Wayne's brain is full of Chris. Philomena, who was left aside, was extremely unhappy and said angrily: "Just because she is young, ten years and a few months younger than me?"

Auntie, your fraction is long enough!

The complaints were so big that Wayne almost suffocated. He nodded seriously: "Yes, I like young people. From a mathematical point of view, Chris plus Chris is you. Two to one, is this question difficult to choose?"

It's absurd, how can you do the problem like this!

Philomena was furious. Why didn't she think she was old when she touched her just now? She said viciously: "Don't be so sure. Sooner or later, I will make you obedient."

"It's too difficult. I still suggest letting Ke..."

"Do you dare to make a bet!"

"..."

Wayne didn't say anything. He swore that gambling and drugs would never coexist. He always avoided betting.

Unless it's a sure win!

"If I can't get your heart and make you obedient, I promise not to pester you anymore. Otherwise..." Philomena gritted her teeth and said: "You have to become a disciple of the Moonlight Goddess and be driven by me without complaint."

I am already a disciple of the Moonlight Goddess. I just need to eat and drink enough!

Wayne weighed the pros and cons and found that he had no loss on either side. He looked at Philomena with pity: "High Priest, I've made the bet, but I'll bet on you. If you lose, you can't make trouble for no reason."

"I'm very mature and I'm no longer at the age of making trouble for no reason."

"That's hard to say..."

Wayne shook his head and insisted on adding additional terms to the bet. The two of them finalized it and finally reached a bet.

Philomena was overjoyed and asked Wayne to come over quickly, take off her stockings and continue to apply night cream.

"High Priest..."

"Mina!"

"Okay, Mina."

Wayne looked at Philomena, who looked shy, and felt awkward no matter how he looked at her. As I said, the mask was too fake.

He complained: "If I'm not mistaken, you haven't been deceived by a man yet. Let me remind you that sincerity can only be exchanged for sincerity. You can't tie a man down by showing off your beauty like this, and you can only get a man's irresponsible lust."

He tapped his chest, implying that he had to be sincere.

Philomena was thoughtful and said that she had learned something. She heard Wayne's question: "Since you understand, do you still need me to help you take off your stockings?"

"No need."

Philomena shook her head: "According to the schedule, you will accompany me to the museum tomorrow afternoon. In the evening... change it to a movie date with me. Don't be late."

Seeing that the other party really understood, Wayne secretly regretted that he should have taken off his socks first.

Now it's good, the free benefit is gone.

Fortunately, the problem is not big. I will go back to work overtime and bring the cheongsam over tomorrow.

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November 8.

Windsor Museum.

Image ambassador Wayne acted as a tour guide under the order of the Ministry of Magic to take Philomena, the high priest of the Moonlight Church, to visit the museum. There were also two twin magicians, Verna and Did.

Looking at the configuration, these two are the personal bodyguards of the high priest.

It's a bit redundant. If something really happens, who knows who will be protected.

Moreover, at this critical moment, no one dared to do anything to Philomena, especially the Ministry of Magic, which would only exacerbate the conflict if they went crazy.

Philomena was extremely charming, and she would always wear a veil in public, but even if she only showed half of her face, she would still attract a lot of attention.

She would break up a couple as soon as she saw them, and within an hour, she had broken up seven or eight couples.

In terms of demeanor, the high priest was self-respecting and well-mannered, noble and elegant, and serious, holding Wayne's arm as he walked through the exhibition hall.

Facing the indignant eyes of his male compatriots, Wayne held his head high and did not explain, and he was not afraid of his shadow even if he was crooked, and no matter how many rumors there were, he could not be scared.

Philomena was still thinking about how to be sincere, and she had no idea that this was also a trap.

According to her plan, even if she failed, the result would be a loss of both money and life, but if she listened to Wayne, she would lose her heart.

According to Wayne, although Philomena lost everything, she was actually the final winner.

In a sincere love, the one who does not seek return is the final winner.

Because they got what they wanted without any reward!

Love without heart is terrible. It's just a transaction on the street. Turning around means goodbye. There are only memories left in silence. There is no winner.

Thinking of this, Wayne immediately lost his guilt. Life needs to grow up. The youth of the high priest is not complete. There is still hope if he pays the tuition.

Philomena took Wayne's arm and didn't pay attention to the dazzling exhibits. Her eyes would always be on Wayne involuntarily.

It's strange to say that she always felt that Wayne was the same age. Even if the intelligence was clearly written, she still felt that Wayne was the same age as her.

Because of preconceived notions, when they first met, Wayne performed perfectly in the forbidden magic field. He was capable, kind and especially gentlemanly. He didn't look like a young boy at all.

Philomena would not think so. She was not old, but very young, so she felt that she was the same age as Wayne.

That's it!

Philomena wore light makeup today. Every time she noticed Wayne looking at her out of the corner of her eye, she would smile slightly, waiting to see the guilty look on his face.

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Because of Philomena's identity, some exhibition halls in the museum were sealed off and specially used to receive her.

For example, the current history exhibition hall.

A series of silver-white knight armors stood with swords. These armors are made of copper, iron and other metals. Each piece is handmade. After years of baptism, it still maintains a considerable degree of integrity.

A careful observation can reveal that these armors are all genuine, and the marks of swords and knives are still there. Although the patterns on the helmets and breastplates have been blurred, the outline of the tulip can still be detected.

Wayne looked at it curiously and took two steps forward to take a closer look.

On the opposite side, the knight armor slowly raised his head, and a pair of red lights suddenly opened.

There is murderous intent!