Plunder X Strongest Magician

After Li Huilai closed the door of the cloakroom with his backhand and greeted his parents, the room fell into an eerie silence.

Only her.

The light yellow dress has a retro feel, and the long black hair hangs down in front of her shoulders. The girl stands upright with a calm expression, without any guilty conscience.

"I came back suddenly to give you a surprise." Rie Junko blocked her husband and opened her mouth to break the silence.

She smiled at her daughter, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and said in a calm tone, "It looks like I'm really pleasantly surprised."

After all, there is nothing more "surprised" than a man's voice in the daughter's room when she raids home.

How to say?Perhaps she should be thankful that she knew her daughter's character well, and didn't open the lock directly to give a "surprise", which probably effectively alleviated the embarrassment.

Li Huiwei nodded, led his parents to the sofa, and chatted, "Is it okay for Mom to fly for a long time now?"

Rie Junko was somewhat disappointed by her calmness.

She really wanted to see her daughter panicked and shy.

"Well, it's miraculously approaching recovery, and I can finally spend more time with you." Rie Junko sat on the sofa, deliberately not mentioning important things, "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

"You know." She declined politely.

"Is that so?" Lie Junko smiled nonchalantly, and asked with her chin in her hand, "Can't you have a boyfriend too?"

"Junko!!" Li Huihao frowned, glanced around the room, and finally glanced at the door of the cloakroom, trying to say something.

"We're eighteen in the future, so we're going to have a boyfriend." Lie Junko glanced at him, and then threw the topic to Lie Future, "Did you still have a private relationship with that Mr. Zhongyuan before? Did mom see it?" Look at the photo, it looks very handsome."

"When I went to Yokohama before, he sent someone to receive me." Lie Mirai replied.

Junko Rie responded, and raised her volume slightly: "If you find it interesting, it's okay to try it. Girls, it's not a bad thing to have more love history."

"Junko?"

"Not everyone can have a perfect first love."

"..." Li Ehaoyi shut up again.

"Mr. Zhongyuan and I are still not suitable." Li Hui added softly.

"Oh—it's not suitable." Junko nodded understandingly, "Then what kind of man do you like in the future?"

"I don't know? Or..." She got up and sat down next to the girl, holding her arm affectionately, "Because the image is too specific to describe?"

Drawing the Future: ...

Forget it, Wutiaowu's pants should be lifted up, why don't you let him come out to deal with it?

"There is no specific standard." She said after thinking carefully, "You know, everyone will have a rough image of a perfect partner in their minds, but if you really want to say it one by one, some characteristics may also occur Conflict, so if it must be described, it will be difficult.”

Go forward five months, and she can answer this question very easily: absolutely obedient, never interfere with her.

But now, she has no way to answer this question.

"The image is too specific to describe well."

This is indeed the case.

And this existing image is a dramatic departure from her previous standards.

Ri Eho stood there staring at her bookshelf with a gloomy face and no words.

"The general image of a perfect partner." Lie Junko repeated the reading while staring at her daughter's expression, smiled knowingly, and then lightly changed the subject, "Today's lipstick is very nice."

The topic between the mother and daughter was infinitely close to the real chat, during which Ejunko took a sip of the pear blossom cake on the table.

"Ah, that's right." Sensing her husband's tendency to stare at the cloakroom door, Junko Rie suddenly said inexplicably, "Does he like sweets?"

"..." It's too abrupt and obvious.

"Desserts always give people a sense of fantasy and romance." Junko picked up a small piece of steamed matcha cake with a fruit fork, "A man who admits that he likes sweets is actually quite cute, right?"

"It's just a preference and taste that is not special." Lie Mirai replied.

She didn't really want to hide anything, from the very beginning she didn't feel that she could be fooled, after all Gojo Satoru's voice was actually spread.

So if you can procrastinate for a while, just procrastinate.

If her parents raided the cloakroom when they came in, then Gojo Satoru would only be able to drill into the cloakroom.

—that window is too small.

But the current trend of the topic is not as intended by Li Hui's future.

"Not special enough? Then..." Junko paused for a moment, and the topic changed, "Is he quite active? Maybe... a little naughty? In short, he is definitely not an old-fashioned guy."

"But maybe he's a little older? At least he's out of his teenage fantasies. A mature male with a youthful air, isn't that what he said?"

"Most of the time he should be quite obedient, but he should have a lot of ideas of his own, which often affect you." Junko said while thinking, "I have basic respect for you, but I definitely don't respect you, and occasionally even Offenses with boundaries."

"Persistence and patience. They are good qualities." She stared at her daughter's calm face, and continued with a smile, "I should do a lot of things in private, but I hardly show credit. Ah, small things may be super showy on the contrary." That kind? In a sense, you will find it cute."

"It's like—" Junko approached suddenly, and handed a piece of pear blossom cake to Lihua Future's lips, "It's like dessert."

After accepting the feeding from the mother, the faint aroma still lingers on the tip of the nose, and the sweetness diffuses from the tip of the tongue.

"The words you said are very general, just like a constellation analysis." Li Huiwei said.

It is a general, general description of personality.

"Constellations? You mean the Barnum effect?"

Junko raised her eyebrows, "Little Mirai, you also know that it is the effect of "taking the right number". "

"I'm simply giving an opinion."

"If you say something wrong, you will want to question it. If you say it right, you want to blur it out." Lie Junko said, "But the premise of both is that there is something in your mind that is talking to me." One by one comparison" candidates. "

She rested her chin and looked at the girl who was thinking, and for the first time pointed the finger at a clear target.

"Is that the man you invited into your room by 'Even your father will ask the maid to clean the room after entering the room'?"

Rie Koichi: "Huh?"

Junko: "Don't you know? Ah, I slipped my tongue."

Sato Koichi couldn't believe it: "The future?"

Li Huifu's expression was sincere: "I'm sorry." Dare to do it next time.

"Leave that alone. Is everything your mother said true?"

He glanced at the cloakroom, his expression as serious as ever, his tone pretending to be calm and majestic.

"Which part do you mean?"

"Of course all of them." He pointed to the door of the cloakroom, "I'm not old enough to have auditory hallucinations."

"Father always dislikes his daughter's boyfriend, so don't worry about him." Junko tugged at her daughter's cuff.

"The reason why mother asked you first is to get to know him through you first, instead of causing conflicts and making everyone unhappy when both parties are unprepared. So mother guessed right just now?"

The opponent launched a candid blow, and Rie Mirai was a little shaken.

In fact, what Junko said is indeed eight/nine is not far from ten, but the problem is that, Wujo Satoru is in it, and Lie Mirai doesn't want to say anything that will make him happy.

After all, this person can really float.

After deliberation, she replied sentence by sentence:

"I like to eat sweets." In her twenties... in her 20s, she still likes gastronomy. "It's really thoughtful." He asked me if he was handsome even if he cracked an egg with one hand. "

She looked at her mother who was dazed for a moment because she suddenly let go: "In a sense, what you said is right."

"Your dad can't break eggs with one hand." Junko said abruptly.

Drawing the Future: ?

Rie Koichi:? ?

Junko: "He cracks eggs and cracks the shells in, super stupid."

Drawing the Future: ...

"This kind of practical operation with skills probably requires practice to make perfect."

"Junko! Don't digress."

Junko blinked: "Then you ask."

"What does he do? A college student still working?"

Rie Koichi pretended to be very calm, "As long as it's not a magician, anything else."

Li Hui's honesty in the future: "Conjurer."

Rie Koichi: "..."

Junko: "Pfft."

This time, Li Huihao's suppressed anger completely surged up, and his expression was obviously stained with hostility: "I really don't have a long memory, have you forgotten—"

Junko: "Hi."

"I know what you want to say." Li Huilai stood up, bowed slightly and said firmly, "I haven't forgotten what happened, and I also know that the blood of spells will be inherited, and you think it is a kind of genetic disease."

The black-haired girl's expression remained unchanged, and her tone was calm: "No one can deny what happened in the past, but I don't think personal mistakes can be attributed to the group."

"I didn't attribute the fault to them." Li Ehao frowned, "You also said that what happened is undeniable."

"So did you put a 'tag' on them?For example - crazy, or out of the mind. "It's crazy, it's abnormal, it's uncontrollable, it's dangerous," she said. "

"As a father, I'm willing to take that risk when you have to deal with spells."

He stared at her, "but, I don't want you to spend the rest of your life at this risk."

"I admit that people who can really become "magicians" are indeed abnormal in their brains, and they are indeed "crazy". ’ She didn’t avoid her father’s stern gaze.

"But I think "crazy" does not mean that they are immoral, irrational, or that they will easily cross the bottom line and do things that are devoid of conscience. "

Before her father could speak, she went on:

"In the face of a powerful opponent, you have the courage and courage to fight with your life." In times of despair, even at the cost of your own pain, you are willing to find another way to try to break the game. "Even this despair was born just to save a stranger who has never met before." These qualities are exactly what most people can't have in their entire lives, and they even want to abandon them.In their eyes, perhaps only a lunatic would be willing to do these things.

"This is what they call "the madness of conjurers." "

The beauty-loving little girl drives nails into her body without regret, the cheerful and lively boy swallows the cursed fingers, and the prank-loving boy hoarsely coughs up blood and shouts the order to stop.

The death list on the high school directory burns one stroke at a time, all of which are suspended youth.

"Xia Youjie." She brought up the name that hadn't been mentioned in the family for several years, "It's not because he's crazy, but because he's not crazy enough."

That is a pre-established nature and an unalterable essence.

Therefore, the fall, impact, and huge craters bring disasters that are difficult to smooth over time.

"I'm not enough." The black-haired girl said calmly, "I only burn for myself and for the people I care about. I can't dedicate without regrets, and I can't sacrifice without resentment. Therefore, I don't Probably won't be a real conjurer either."

"Then you chose a person who burns for others?"

Li Ehao must stand still, "The kind of person you mentioned, I can admire, respect, and even admire, but I can't accept my daughter being with such a person."

"I chose him not because he was strong or great." But because he was in front of me, first a man, then a conjurer. "Just like how I met him."

——First "Cat Sauce", then "Wujo Satoru".

Sato Koichi: "But——"

"Haoyi." Junko, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly interrupted the conversation between father and daughter, "Stop arguing."

Rie Koichi: "I just said three sentences..."

"There is no need to go on, don't you understand?"

Li Huihao was silent.

"If it was just some guesses I made based on your personality before." Junko looked at the girl, "Then now, I understand him—from you."

"She never contradicted me before." Li Ehao mumbled.

"We all know the character of the future." Junko rested her chin, "So I'm still super surprised——"

"But she is still young, only 18. In terms of feelings"

Junko ignored her husband and asked the girl a simple question: "Do you like him very much?"

Li Huiwei thought for a second: "I still like it for the time being."

"For now." Junko laughed, "Then like it until you don't like it anymore."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Ri Ehaoyi snorted suddenly: "If you really like it, let him come out freely."

He paused, then gritted his teeth and added, "I won't eat him again."

Junko smiled again, but said nothing.

Li Huifu looked at the time and felt that it was almost the same.

In 10 minutes, you can handle yourself well-no matter what method you use.

"Li Huifu." For the first time ever, Li Huihao called his daughter's full name sternly, and Li Huihao finally let out a suffocated breath from his throat. He pointed to the door of the cloakroom, "Come here, open it yourself."

He was very upset.

Whether it's the rare father-daughter quarrel but never quarreling, the wife is upset about helping her daughter, or the conjurer boyfriend who thinks of a daughter in the cloakroom is upset.

In short, he was extremely upset.

There is a depressing feeling that the pearl in the palm of the hand is taken away casually.

Coupled with the fact that men don't express their thoughts publicly, of course men understand very well.

So even more depressed.

...You know how to crack an egg with one hand without dropping the shell.

But he felt that he had to give his daughter some face, and made up his mind to at least make a good effort with this man.

The tone should be calm, the expression should be serious, but the momentum should be magnanimous.

"It's so fierce." Junko complained softly, "Why don't you think about what you were doing when you were..."

Li Huifu went to the cloakroom without any reaction.However, the moment the hand fell on the handle, there was a pause.

"odor……"

She didn't realize it when she was inside, and because she came out in a hurry, she forgot to turn on her breath.

It's okay to get caught dating a guy by your parents, but if you get caught doing weird things with a guy in the cloakroom...

Even she felt that the problem was a bit big.

The moment she was thinking, the door lock "clicked", but it was not the result of her twisting.

In the next second, Gojo Satoru stepped out from the crack of the door, wrapped her shoulders with one hand, and closed the door with the other.

His clothes are neat and tidy, and there is a faint neutral fragrance on his body. The lemon fragrance of the top note is mixed with the clear musk of soap, which is like the imagery of youth, sunshine and shirt.

This is one of her perfumes, she can smell it, but I don't know how Gojo Satoru found it.

His hand dropped to hold hers, and then secretly scratched her palm twice with his fingertips.

She shook off his hand and walked towards Junko.

Gojo Satoru laughed in a low voice and didn't stop him.

"Hello, Auntie." He first looked at Junko with a smile, and then looked at Koichi Sato who was not far away with a smile, "Hello, uncle, I am my future boyfriend, um... Gojo Satoru."

"Yeah, he's pretty handsome." Junko was surprised, "So tall."

"Thank you, Auntie, for the compliment." Gojo Satoru's extremely deceptive and well-behaved smile was even worse, he accepted the compliment without feeling uncomfortable at all, and incidentally returned a compliment.

He is born with a good skin, and he smiles skillfully with those beautiful eyes, which will not make people feel bad at all.

Koichi Sato, who was less than 1.8 meters tall, subconsciously took a step back before looking at Gojo Satoru who was greeting him with a frown.

The smile and the smelly face faced each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became very subtle.

Gojo Goto seems to be unconscious: "Good afternoon——"

Two seconds later, Rie Koichi yelled——

"It's you??"

Completely forgetting about how to save face, and what "won't eat him again", Rie Koichi completely looked like he wanted to eat Gojo Satoru alive.

But at this time, in his eyes, Gojo Satoru's beautiful smile seemed extremely provocative.

"Eh? They know each other?" Junko sat down on the sofa, forked a piece of dessert from the small table, and looked at Lie Miku.

Painting the Future: "Fate of one side."

"Oh, so tall." Junko bit her fork and asked in a low voice, "Kissing is hard—ah, don't deny it, Koichi thinks you can't see through makeup, but I can. Just now, are you kissing?"

Li paints the future: "..."

"Fortunately."

"Actually, it's a complete misunderstanding—" Gojo Satoru raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his smile restrained and serious, "At that time, I was just playing with the future, right, the future?"

"Li Hui Mirai!" Li Huihao turned his head, "Why is it him?!"

Both the spearhead and the problem point to Lihui's future.

This time, she had no intention of explaining for Gojo Satoru: "As you can see, it is indeed him."

"What do you mean it's really him??"

Seeing that Rie Koichi's attention was not on himself, Gojo Satoru had a dignified posture, but within a few seconds, he leaned lazily against the door, with his hands in his pockets, staring at the girl not far away, squinting his eyes and laughing again , the smile is more real than before.

She obviously wasn't looking at him, but she seemed to be able to feel the temperature of his gaze, slowly and stickily cruising on her skin.

... This guy is really floating.

"You can understand me." Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze and stood up straight, trying to guide Rie Koichi, "That day Mirai is going on a date with another man? Is it strange that I don't do anything?"

"Back then you were already—"

Gojo Satoru: "Of course."

His words were interrupted by Lihui Haoyi: "Lihui Mirai, tell me."

He'd much rather listen to his daughter than listen to the confident ramblings of a feral man who'd left him impotent and furious for months.

Li Huiwei always knew when to say something.Even if she deliberately deceives, whether it is to step down the stairs or reduce conflicts, he can accept them all.

However, Li Hui Mikuru doesn't seem to have the intention of going down the stairs for Gojo Satoru, and more or less intends to cause trouble for him——

"The relationship between my boyfriend and I was established half a month ago." She said.

Gojo Satoru: "Huh?"

Since it was less than half a month ago, the "misunderstanding" more than four months ago was obviously not justified enough.

"Isn't it?" The girl tilted her head.

"It was you and Wujo Wu." Wujo Wu stared at her, but the emphasis was not on "time".

Li Huifu was unmoved: "Well, boyfriend."

Junko raised her eyebrows.

Rie Koichi, who was so angry, didn't notice the subtle difference in wording at all, and started to seize the time point of "little half a month" to start the attack.

"The moment of breaking the defense of a father." Junko commented, and asked after eating a piece of dessert, "Is 'he' the kind of person who is trained in peace?In this case, it is generally not a big problem to calm down and answer "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes". "

"He" naturally refers to Gojo Satoru.

Li Hui looked at the lively place in silence, and Gojo Satoru answered the question unexpectedly calmly, and then added a "but" in a very debating spirit.

And only one "but" is needed to stir up the atmosphere that is instinctively peaceful and anxious.

Li painted the future: "Obviously..."

Junko: "No."

?10 minutes later.

Holding a cup of hot juice, Junko sincerely praised: "To be honest, Mr. Gojo's skill at fooling around is really amazing."

It seems that they are fighting, but they can always use some strange angles and use those almost nonsense tricks to magically calm down the mood of breaking the defense.

Li paints the future: "..."

Junko stroked her chin and continued to comment: "Is it really okay? You say it's a straight ball, but it has a turn. Sometimes it feels like the trajectory is off, but it really hits the bull's-eye. Is it really natural or a white cut? "

Li paints the future: "..."

"Future?" Junko looked at Lie Miku, who had been silent for a long time, and asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Li Huifu was quiet for a moment, and replied with a smile: "It's okay."

Half an hour later, in front of the dressing table.

Because it was just a dinner with her classmates, she didn't ring the bell to call the maid, but prepared to clean up simply by herself.

Gojo Satoru was called away by his parents alone, and he probably wouldn't be able to come back within 10 minutes——

The balcony door 'clicked'.

The turmeric-based headband curled twice between the girl's fingers. The next moment, a man sat on the armrest of the chair, and the man's arms wrapped around her waist.

The big white cat that came in through the window put its chin gently on her shoulder, and looked at her through the mirror.

Li paints the future: "..."

Come back early enough.

"You're so cold-blooded, you don't look worried about me at all?"

"I see you and my father get along very well."

Coming back so soon, it seemed that he was unexpectedly serious when she was not present.

"Harmony?" He stretched out one hand to pinch the end of the hair band, wrapped his fingers around and around, and finally touched her fingers, covering the girl's hand, "I think he wants to kill me Eh--"

She tried to twitch her hand: "Then congratulations on coming back alive."

Wujo Satoru didn't use any force at all, leaving only a silk hairband. He straightened up and looked down at her thoughtfully.

...It seems that it is bulging again?

Little Pufferfish.

Inexplicably, he kind of wanted to laugh.

The unprovoked sweetness circulated along the blood vessels. He thought of saying on the Internet that facing a person, the most hopeless adjective that comes to mind is "cute".

Being angry is cute.

Sleeping is lovely.

Even breathing can be lovely.

She looked up as if she wanted to say something, and she had that beautiful and standard smile again, and his clear pupils were contained in her dark blue eyes.

He couldn't resist subconsciously stretching out his hand to brush her curly eyelashes, a soft itching passed over the back of his fingers, and his heart beat suddenly, losing its original rhythm.

Like a harbinger of a kiss.

The girl was stunned by his disorderly behavior.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but laugh, shaking off the smooth hairband little by little with his fingers, gently brushing her black hair to the same side as his.

"How do you tie it this time?" he asked.

"I will do it myself."

"Then it's the same as last time?"

"No, I want a hair band."

"But I don't know how to braid my hair with a headband for the time being." He looked at the headband in his hand, and then looked at her with a smile, his tone was rather rascal, "Either teach me, or make do with it?"

In the end, I chose the almighty Google.

The girl's smooth black hair was entwined between his fingers, and the headband was braided little by little into fluffy braids.

She stared at him quietly, from the tip of her white hair to her not-delicate fingertips, the end of the turmeric-textured hairband swipe across his wrist.

"Tomorrow." Wujo Wu suddenly said, "Do you have an appointment tomorrow?"

"Morning and Briar they have."

"That's okay. Tomorrow I will be grounded for the last day, and I may be busy in the future."

He said without hesitation that it was completely punished as a paid vacation, "Can you give me the afternoon and evening time?"

"Well."

"Please." He raised his voice, full of coquettishness.

"Do you have any plans?"

"Could it be that you give me the time and we arrange it together?"

The scrunchie went around the last time, and there was a slight snap, he said as he tied the bow on the headband.

After a few seconds, she replied, "Yes."

Gojo Satoru said "yeah" very incongruously, and then watched Rie Miku choose the necklace in the box.

"This one looks good." He ordered a fine one in a good mood.

The girl's fingertips passed over, and picked up another necklace of a different style and handed it to him: "Help me fasten it."

Wutiaowu: "..."

He clicked his tongue, and took the jewelry and put it around the girl's neck in response: "Can you materialize the progress bar? Coax 10%, 20%, and then 120%—"

"Do you think you are playing a strategy game?"

Gojo Satoru: "It's not impossible? How about you give me three options and let me choose one of the three, and I promise to choose the right one out of the three."

Li Hui smiled in the future: "Then you are really amazing."

Gojo Satoru draws his tone: "That's right, I'm super-terrible."

The accessories are customized according to the neck circumference. He purposely lightly hooked the elastic and just right necklace to feel the weak but rhythmic pulse.

"7, 80?"

"Ok?"

"Pulse." He still hooked his fingers, and said in a rascal tone, "Does it prove that 80% of the progress has been made?"

She was so harassed that she waved her hand to open his hand, but he grabbed her wrist with his backhand.

"Actually..." His brows and eyes narrowed slightly, almost in a daze, the sticky coquettish feeling around him settled down, and the little rascal was stuck to the appropriate boundary.

The girl's eyes moved, and her irises flicked to the end of her eyes to stare at him.

This was completely in his expectation - she would always listen to him carefully at such a time.

Trying to straighten the lip line so as not to reveal the smile, he said slowly: "Actually, other emotions can also be expressed directly like saying that you like me."

So as not to hold back for a long time and hold back some bad water.

Drawing the Future: ? ?

"The future." The output was successful and effective, and he got closer and closer, so close that the girl's sight was almost out of focus, as if he could only see his pair of square eyes filled with the boundless clear sky.

"Do you like me?" He tilted his head.

She pushed him without changing her expression: "It's blocking the mirror."

He no longer hides it, and his presumptuous smile always seems a little out of tune, especially when he deliberately softens his voice and drags it out.

He said, "for a while—"

This is the connotation of yin and yang strangeness and madness.

Drawing the future: "."

She rubbed his head and pushed him aside slightly: "Not yet."

"Then when will you like it again?" He asked with a smile.

Before she could reply, he replied self-consciously: "Now, just now. You see, the weather is superb."

Li painted the future: "Okay."

Gojo Satoru caught off guard: "Ah."

"It's so cooperative, it seems silly that I can only say half of the lines I think up every time." Wujo Satoru complained softly.

Li Hui glanced at him in the future: "Then you continue?"

"No." He refused, touched his chin and asked directly, "Then am I coaxing you well now?"

"Do you want to check the value?" She looked at him, and found another light blue hair tie out of nowhere in her hand.

"Ok?"

"You said, is it not impossible to conquer the game?"

She seemed to be business-like, "So, do you want to check the value? If you must, you can also specify the single digit and bonus items."

The room fell into an eerie silence.

The crisp sound of the girl flipping the jewelry was very clear.

"Have I ever told you..." Probably hooking his head and feeling a bit uncomfortable, he hugged her and sat on his lap, "The more you talk nonsense to me seriously, the more I want to—"

"The more you want to see me show some bad expressions, don't you?"

"It's too much, stealing my lines." He sighed, and then raised a slightly provocative smile, "Don't blame me, after all, once you see that expression once, it's impossible to quit it?"

The girl's eyes fell far outside the window.

The night is covering the sky inch by inch, and the darkness of the time of magic makes everything blurry and drowsy, and time is also stirred into a cloud of muddy water.

It's a better time than late at night for sanity to break down.

"My heart is beating faster." He tightened his arms a little bit, "Although it feels quite unpleasant to say it, but——you can't resist my seduction."

"Seduce?" The girl chuckled noncommittally, and changed the subject, "I suddenly thought, have I ever told you—"

The slender fingers raised up and landed on the lips where he was about to say something, and she looked straight at him.

"I like your eyes."

He raised his eyebrows, letting his warm breath hover over her fingers.

"Calm, out of control, infatuation, possessiveness and restraint." The girl's lips slightly opened and closed, the words were distinct and clear, "all engraved in it."

"Very beautiful, yes, very beautiful." The girl's expression was flat, but her eyes were extremely focused, as if she was admiring and appraising precious jewelry in a museum, "But... the emotions wrapped in the brush strokes are far more expensive and beautiful than the gorgeous paint itself .”

Sensing that his body was tense and seemed to want to say something, she simply covered his mouth with her palm, and pressed him down with her body weight.

The soft body pressed against his chest and lungs, which obviously weighed less than a hundred catties, but gave him the illusion of suffocation.

Her words are like brief comments marked on the side of the book, neither spoken nor written, when she speaks slowly, there is a sticky feeling, like a fragile but flexible spider silk entangled in circles.

At this time, it is probably a good time to turn over and hold her down, and use actions to stop her incomprehensible comments.

He hesitated for a while, and chose to indulge the girl who was obviously evil.

It was just the hand on her waist, going up her spine, lightly hooking the necklace he fastened.

The provocation and smile in the clear blue eyes are mixed together, but it is an indulgent gesture of "you continue to talk".

"I like your lips too." She squinted and smiled, her curly eyelashes sparking the dim light, "Half-truth, half-false hypocrisy, sweet, arrogant and flamboyant."

There was a momentary pause between each of her words, as if deliberately prolonging and distracting his thinking.

"The gasp of the predatory beak should be the climax of the movement//."

There was a wet itch in the palm.

Maybe it was because they were too close, or maybe it was because the room was so dark and ambiguous, she could see that he was not as calm and composed as he showed.

Even the pretentious and provocative eyes were stained with the color she was familiar with.Like a wild beast trying to bite the neck of its prey, it will always lie quietly.

She stretched out her other hand to caress behind his ear, her fingers slowly descended along the sloping muscles of the neck, and finally briefly touched the fragile Adam's apple that slipped uncontrollably.

"I also like your Adam's apple," she continued. "It always tells me secrets, like—your nervousness, your longing, your duplicity. It seems to be more honest than you."

"So." She tilted her head, looking as if she was teaching some serious class, "Use these places to seduce me, the effect will be better."

"Ah, yes, and—" Her fingers hooked his collar, and then slid down with a little force.

This time, she only had a beginning of her words, and the world suddenly turned and disintegrated, as if the curtain was let down in an instant, and a faint light was faintly visible in the gap.

Trapped between the back of the chair and the man's broad chest, her two wrists were easily grabbed and clamped above her head.

When he took the initiative, she had little room to react or resist.

It's also completely unnecessary.

Provocations are boring if they don't get a strong response.

His silence was long and dangerous, his eyes wandering to her.

Unrestrained, but not a precursor to loss of control, but like the tip of the iceberg released from the over-restraint nature.

Exhales and demonstrates like a feline.

It can't be seen clearly against the light, and it may be somewhat malicious.Such as the primitive destructive desire of human beings.

She was familiar with the feeling of being stared at like this.

The body tensed instinctively for a moment in the darkness.The slight trembling is leaked by the eyelashes, like the flapping wings of a butterfly, setting off huge waves in the blood of the viewer.

The air seemed to be boiling, as if under the scorching sun of midsummer, which always made people sweat, creating a distorted mirage in the dry desert.

"You're still going to be scared."

He laughed hoarsely, and exerted uncontrollable force on his fingers like a spasm, but it didn't make the girl feel pain at all.

"I wasn't going to do anything at all,—was."

At first, I just wanted a hug.

Hugging as if it could be embedded in his bones, feeling her body temperature, breathing and