[JOJO] Dual personality is inherited

"Hmm..." Diablo, who had been sleeping until noon, turned over, then frowned, touched his side with his hand, and said, "Huh?"

She opened her eyes and looked aside, there was indeed no one there, and she felt the temperature, she had been away for a long time.

Was this scared and ran away?Does that underage kid still think he will find him responsible?

Diablo straightened up languidly, the quilt slipped from his shoulders, his beautiful figure was unobstructed, his fair skin was covered with red marks, one could tell what happened to her last night.

The soreness coming from under her body made her relieved, but she didn't expect that kid to be quite powerful.

She recalled what happened last night——

It may be that Diablo's mood was a little unstable, or that the glass of 'Godfather' gave her a taste of the sweetness. She drank a lot of wine, but she was not drunk yet.

After dismissing those who tried to strike up a conversation with her, the clock was almost ticking when she came out of the bar.

She was a little confused, that house had been sold by her, and the important ones or those that hindered her had already been thrown away. Where should she go now?

Diablo was walking down the road reeking of alcohol, which might be the best target for those short-sighted guys.

"Miss, do you have nowhere to go? Do you want to play with us?" Two men blocked Diablo's way.

She glanced at the faces of the two of them, and chuckled, "I'm sorry, you are not my type." If it was that kind of quality man, she wouldn't mind having a good time.

"Hey, it's just the first time we met and you're still not familiar with each other, what's the so-called long-term love~" The two stopped Diablo who wanted to avoid it again, and moved a little closer while talking.

Diablo's face turned cold, and he didn't say anything else. The Crimson King punched him alone, and he was already in a bad mood, so he was looking for death if he came to provoke her.

The preoccupied Diablo didn't pay attention as he walked around the bodies of the two and bumped into someone at the corner.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" The other party supported her shoulders, his voice was low, and there was no trace of tenderness.

"It's okay." Even if the other party didn't support him, Diablo, who was only slightly drunk, couldn't fall down because of bumping into someone.

However, she found that the other party let go after the initial contact, and was about to bypass her and leave.

Diablo quickly stopped him, and if he took another step forward, he would find the corpse over there. Thinking about where he came from just now, anyone with a discerning eye would know who did it.

"Is there anything else?" The other party looked at her suspiciously, those eyes were very strange.

Diablo had just discovered that the whites of the eyes of the person in front of him were black, which matched the red pupils very well, and the delicate face was even more important.

"Boy, are you underage?" Diablo leaned forward, squinting his eyes. Although this kid was about the same height as hers, his face was obviously tender. "Aren't you afraid of encountering bad guys if you're still wandering around here so late? Don't you want to play with your sister?"

As soon as Diablo finished saying this, she suddenly felt familiar, as if someone had said this to her just now.

"Ma'am, you're drunk." As if being suffocated by Diablo's breath of alcohol, he frowned and wanted to stay away from her, "You...!"

Diablo put his arms around his neck, his body pressed against him, and his face got closer, "I like your eyes very much, and your immature look is also very good... How about it? Do you want to experience adulthood with your sister?" The human world?"

Risut regretted that he couldn't sleep and went out for a walk. Why did he still meet a drunken woman!But... immature or something, it sounds very irritating...

It was too close, and he could smell the alcohol exhaled by the other party, and the touch of his chest made him stiff.

Sensing the strangeness of the other party, Diablo chuckled twice, slender (-I don't know how to change it, anyway, it is harmonious and harmonious).

"Ma'am, please don't do this..." The blush on Diablo's face seemed to be successfully transmitted to Risut, he turned his head to avoid the woman in front of him, and raised his hand to push her away, but (—— don't know how Change, anyway, it is harmony and harmony).

"What's wrong? Hmm?" Diablo was full of mischief, and Risut's red ears, who turned his head, were off guard. She leaned forward and blew on it, and even stuck out her tongue to lick it.

Risut was shocked by the opponent's actions, and successfully pleased Diablo.

"It's really pure love, boy, how old are you?"

"Don't call me that, I'm already 15, besides, you're not much older than me!"

"It's true, at least here..." Diablo smiled, and suddenly pushed his knees up, "I've grown up well..."

"Um...you!"

"Me? What's wrong with me?"

Ignoring the other party's glaring gaze, Diablo smiled smugly.

Risut gritted his teeth and hugged the woman in front of him who kept provoking him. He had to let her know the consequences of doing so.

Diablo, who was suddenly suspended in the air, exclaimed, and saw that the underage boy went directly to a hotel, and the staff did not stop him.

At the moment the door was closed, Risut directly pressed Diablo against the door, and Diablo, who was hit by the back with some pain, just wanted to express his dissatisfaction when his lips were blocked by the other party.

What happens next is needless to say. (Please look forward to the full version that I will write when I am in the mood (?))

Then what happened?Diablo thought about it for a while, as if...after being asked several times...cao passed out...?

It's different for young people who have just started meat...it's not like a centenarian who has too many women, and his energy is almost divided, and he only cares about his own pleasure and has no intention of caring for her.

Don't talk about technology, attitude is the worst, that's right, when she completely occupies Italy, she will go to Egypt and chop him up, provided she is still alive.

Thinking dissatisfiedly in his heart, Diablo tore off the cover that was thrown at the foot of the bed.

Speaking of which, she hasn't asked the boy's name yet, but for such a pleasant bed partner, as long as she doesn't talk too much about her identity, she is quite willing to come a few more times.

Especially those eyes, they are considered top quality, if one day you want to kill him, maybe you can dig them out and keep them?

Oh, just kidding, after all, how can the eyeballs soaked in formalin have the kind of look in the eye sockets?

Diablo glanced at the hotel room and it was quite well equipped, including a kitchen, but he didn't find it when he concentrated on doing that thing last night.

"Knock knock" came a knock on the door.

"Does the guest need to renew the room?" It seems to be the staff here.

Diablo walked over to open the door and handed him a card, "Give me an extension for a week first."

The waiter at the door stared blankly at Diablo, but did not answer the card.

Diablo followed his gaze and looked at himself suspiciously...

At this moment, she was wearing a coat, and her chest was open. This half-covered state was even more attractive. Coupled with those ambiguous red marks, the waiter in front of her was already very confident that she didn't have a nosebleed on the spot.

Holding the card and shaking it in front of him, the waiter came back to his senses, "Ah, sorry, I'll check you out now..."

"It's not checking out, it's extending the room for another week."

"Ah! I'm so sorry!"

The author has something to say:

I don't know how to change Buddha