I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

The warm breath breathed on Bernice's face, but she only felt the endless coldness, the oppressive feeling in the hoarse voice, and the darkness and blood wrapped around his body like an invisible hand Her throat was pinched, and she had difficulty breathing for a moment.

He fished her gun from under her skirt.

Does the clown have clairvoyance?Why is this also found? ?

Bernice's expression remained the same. She adjusted her sitting posture, but the clown's powerful arm still locked her waist domineeringly, preventing her from moving, and could only continue to lean against him.

Bernice raised her eyebrows, she didn't feel the embarrassment of being caught at all: "You can carry a gun, but I can't?"

The clown played with the gun/stick, and asked with interest: "Do you think I will hurt you?"

Bernice rolled her eyes, "Otherwise? Are you going to take good care of me?"

In the next second, the clown put away his aura, and the sense of oppression dissipated, as if the violence just now was just an illusion.He stands up, bends down in front of Bernice, and meets her eyes.

There was only madness in his eyes, and madness covered up all emotions. He raised his hand, rubbed her lips with his fingertips, and murmured: "You are right, I really can't help but want to hurt her." you."

Bernice couldn't help reminding: "Little Gangya, my lipstick is going to be wiped off by you."

The clown's expression was full of malice, he paused, leaned his upper body forward, and said maliciously: "Then I will bite your lip, anyway, the color looks like blood."

Bernice imagined the scene for a while, and couldn't help feeling a chill. How could the clown be so good at molesting people? She couldn't maintain her expression any longer. Did that unreliable Tylo find someone?Does she regret it now that she hasn't had time? !

Suppressing the anxiety and irritability in her heart, Bernice grabbed the clown's wrist, removed his hand, and sighed: "If you want to chase me, just say so." What do you mean by kissing her?

After a pause, she said before the clown could speak: "But I don't have the habit of robbing men from my friends, and you are not my type." So she can't kiss her either, these opportunities are only reserved for handsome guys, not you.

"Chasing? No, no, no, this word is too superficial." The clown said in an exaggerated tone, "Did you forget? We are the same kind of people."

"Bah, why don't you use face? I look much better than you."

The clown laughed nervously, as if he had returned to the days when the two of Arkham were bickering every day. This little mouse was really an adjustment in his life.

It's really hard for the clown to give up killing someone, because life is worthless to him, and Bernice's life is valuable to him, because she has some interesting qualities about her, some qualities that he likes and commonalities. .

The people of Gotham should thank her, he would look for things to do when he was bored, at least the citizens of Gotham could enjoy a moment of peace when he felt full of life.

Bernice suddenly put aside the topic: "How about playing a game?"

"You want to play games with me?" The clown chuckled twice, leaned closer to Bernice, and looked at her with those strangely shining eyes, "What kind of tricks are you planning?"

"You'll know if you keep playing?" Bernice raised her mouth provocatively, "Wait for me for a while."

Bernice left for a while, and when she came back, she had a bottle of vodka and a bottle of lime juice in her hand, and she commanded the clown's subordinates with peace of mind, "You, bring two glasses here."

The ferocious-looking burly man twitched his forehead, and after the clown glanced at him lightly, he went outside and took two wine glasses with his eyes wide open.

Vodka has a high alcohol concentration and is usually used for mixing drinks. Otherwise, people with a poor capacity for alcohol will get drunk just by taking a sip, so she took an extra bottle of lime juice for mixing drinks.

Although she thinks she can drink well, she will still get drunk if she drinks too much of this 40% alcohol content.

Bernice conjured up a deck of playing cards as if by magic, and said with a smile, "Let's each draw a card, and the person with the lower card will have a drink, how about that?"

When the clown heard it, he immediately laughed, "You want to get me drunk?"

Bernice waved a finger in front of him, and said nonsense with her eyes open: "Tsk tsk tsk, we have the same chance to drink." No wonder, she is a woman with lucky EX.

A hint of cunning flashed in Bernice's eyes, and she urged, "What? To play or not to play?"

……

When the clown lost the first round, he raised his eyebrows when he saw Bernice pouring wine for him with a smile, because Bernice was merciless. The ratio of vodka to lime juice is almost 1:1. Accidents happen when people drink a drink.

With a cunning smile, she handed the clown a wine glass, like a respectful waiter, "Please."

The clown took the wine glass, and cast his strange gaze across Bernice's face, as if he was looking at a small pet making trouble in front of him. He could easily hurt her, but he didn't do it because The owner's tolerance for pets is always relatively high. For the owner, some small fights of pets are probably the joy of life.

The clown drank it without any hesitation. Seeing how cooperative he was suddenly, Bernice always felt something was wrong, but she didn't speak.

A few times down, Bernice only drank three cups, and the clown had already had the sixth cup, but even Bernice began to feel dizzy, but she murmured in her heart, why the clown didn't drink yet? Down? !

Is this the drinking capacity of ordinary people? !

Although the clown's cheeks began to flush, but his eyes were extremely clear. He stroked the edge of the wine glass lightly, narrowed his eyes slyly, "Do you still want to play?"

... Playing with your sister!

Forget it anyway, her goal was almost achieved, Bernice hugged the clown's neck half-drunk and half-awake, inserted her fingers into his hair and stroked it, and said in a greasy voice that she herself found disgusting: " It's very noisy in here, can you move to another place?"

The clown didn't doubt it, or he didn't care at all. Without saying a word, he hugged Bernice, lowered his head, touched the top of Bernice's hair with his chin, and whispered in her ear in a low voice: "Then we Just change places and continue playing."

She leaned her head crookedly on the clown's shoulder, her cheeks were reddish, and she curled up in his arms, looking as if she was asleep, so she missed the playfulness and cunning in the clown's eyes.

They came to a lounge, and as Bernice expected, he didn't let his subordinates in.

The clown put Bernice down, and before her feet touched the ground, he pressed against the door, and a soft, hoarse male voice rang in his ears: "Then, can you tell me what tricks you're planning? "

The man's breath and the smell of alcohol brushed her ears lightly, as if someone had scratched her with a feather, but Bernice suddenly reached out to touch the doorknob, and locked the door with a click, locking the two of them in the room.

She smiled brightly: "What happened next, I don't want to be disturbed by others."

The clown doesn't move.

He grinned calmly and said, "So, the fun is about to begin?"

He knew from the very beginning that Bernice would not surrender obediently. In order to find out what she was up to, he patiently played with her, waiting for her to show her fox tail, while he was just enjoying the process of chasing prey.

In fact, Bernice guessed the clown's intentions more or less, otherwise he wouldn't be so easy-going, and even played games with her in such a good temper after being criticized by her, and he didn't even get angry after drinking so many glasses of wine. fake clown.

Bernice took a step away, snapped her fingers, and announced, "Yes, my dear guest."