[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

"Monsieur Claude Frollo?"

Hearing Joe's call, Claude hid his face in his arms.

He curled up with difficulty, and his breathing became heavier and heavier because of the wounds on his body.

Qiao paused, and said softly: "Mr. Frollo, I don't know why you seem to dislike me. I won't approach you anymore. Please don't move around anymore. Are you hurt?"

She said in a soft voice: "Actually, I noticed it a long time ago. I noticed it when the library bumped into you."

"I'm sorry, I must have hurt you at that time."

Claude froze.

how come?

Qiao raised his hand to touch his nose, and said helplessly, "Because the smell of blood on your body is too strong, and, as soon as you smell it, you can tell that you haven't treated your wound properly."

Claude looked relaxed.

Joe: "You must think me very bad, to invite you to the chapel when you are covered with bruises, and let you walk so far that the wounds burst and blood flowed down."

She lowered her eyes with a guilty expression, "I'm sorry, I actually wanted to help you, because many seriously ill or injured people hope that I can go to them and pray silently, which will relieve their pain a lot and even feel A state where you go to heaven and feel no pain."

System: [Good guy, they use the state of being drained of emotional energy by you as an analgesic, and they will turn their heads to thank you after being drained of energy by you! 】

Joe's expression remained unchanged, and he continued: "I think, maybe this is the ability God gave me to help all those who are suffering from injuries and pains. If I pray by your side, maybe your wounds will be healed faster. Heal, and also ease your pain."

Claude was stunned, and his curled up body slowly stretched out.

Joe: "However, I didn't expect that you would not want to walk with me on the road. Moreover, no matter how painful you are, you would not want to talk and share with me."

"I hesitated several times, and finally chose to hide it. Maybe you have something hard to hide."

Claude suddenly came to his senses. No wonder she stopped and stopped all the way to the chapel, and looked at him with worried eyes. It turned out that she knew everything.

Claude suddenly felt ashamed of being stripped naked and hanging out in the sun, but at the same time, the hidden joy in his heart broke out again.

"Until just now, when you suddenly fainted, I knew I couldn't pretend I didn't know anything anymore."

Qiao said firmly: "I know you hate me, but no matter what, I will save you."

Hate you?

Claude smiled bitterly and turned around slowly.

He looked at her with a complicated expression, and said helplessly, "How could I hate you?"

"I actually..."

"No need to go on," Joe interrupted him with a gentle smile. "I don't mind anyway, but your body will not be able to bear it if you continue like this. You need to heal your injuries, drink water, and take a good rest."

She put Claude down.

When Claude's head touched the ground, he actually felt a little lost.

Joe walked up to the holy water table, took a handful of holy water with both hands, walked to Claude, knelt down, and put his fingers on his lips.

Holy water trickled down her little finger.

He pressed his lips against her little finger, drinking the holy water that kept slipping.

His lips were extremely hot, touching her cold little finger was like putting a soldering iron in a basin of water.

His sanity evaporated with the steam.

Her little finger twitched slightly.

Only then did Claude realize that he couldn't help sucking her little finger.

Suddenly, his cheeks flushed.

But Joe smiled indifferently, "Drink slowly, be careful not to choke, there are more here."

It's okay if she didn't say anything, but when she said it, Claude coughed embarrassingly, but he was really choked, coughing non-stop, and hurting the wounds all over his body.

Joe resignedly sucked in the energy of pain.

Joe raised his head and laid him down on his chest, "Is it better?"

Claude coughed more violently.

System: [Master, stop playing, he is going to be ruined. 】

Qiao said solemnly: "I was obviously trying to save him, but his own reaction was really too big."

Joe stopped, "Mr. Frollo, I heard that you know some medical knowledge, why don't you treat your own wound?"

Claude turned his face sideways, revealing only his red ears.

"This is my hard work. I don't need to deal with my own wounds. The more pain and discomfort, the more it proves my firm belief..."

Having said that, he unexpectedly paused strangely.

Claude suddenly felt that he really had no face to say such a thing, because, obviously, he was already in such pain, but the pain could not offset the joy brought by thinking of Joe.

Is his faith really firm?

Joe: "I believe in you."

Claude lowered his head, only feeling ashamed.

"However, for me, I need to help all those who need help around me, so, sir, whether you refuse or agree, I will help you deal with the wound."

Claude's eyes widened all of a sudden, staring at Joe in disbelief.

Joe just smiled slightly, "Wait a minute."

She found a utensil containing holy water, opened the inside of the robe, and tore off a piece of clean and soft cloth from the inner robe.

Joe knelt beside Claude, his voice was extremely gentle, "Sir, you can continue to hate me, and I will do what I want."

She stretched out her hand and untied Claude's robe without hesitation.

Claude froze all over.

It was as if he had seen the eyes of Medusa, and he could only turn into a stiff stone statue.

He raised his hand hard, trying to open Joe's hand, but he found that he couldn't move at all.

His body is driven by his desires, not controlled by his reason, his beliefs.

He could only watch helplessly as Joe pushed aside his straight, rigid black robe like a citrus, revealing his scarred body inside.

His face was flushed, and he hesitated: "Miss Wei, Miss Wickham, I, I understand, please please... please let me do it myself!"

He seems to have returned to the time when he was a shy and gentle boy.

Holding the old books, he stood in the aisle of the classroom, greedily absorbing knowledge.

At that time, he didn't communicate with others, shy and melancholy, and didn't even dare to say a word to other people.

Because he has nothing, so he can only try to arm himself with knowledge

In fact, because of his low self-esteem and arrogance, he uses shyness to distance himself from other people.

What about now?

What is his mood?

Claude half-opened his eyes, watching Joe wet the cloth with holy water and slowly wipe the wound for him.

The cloth soaked in holy water was extremely cold, touching his skin would cause countless pimples on his skin.

As the cold swept over his wound, the conditioned muscles that stimulated him tensed.

System: [Master, can you do this?The holy water at this time is said to have been blessed, but except for a few holy waters that have been salted, other holy water is equivalent to raw water. It is better to use boiled water to cool down and wipe his body than to use raw water directly. Ah, how many germs does this have to infect? 】

Joe smiled, "Of course I know, so I have used mental power to stimulate the cells in his body to speed up the healing of the wound, and this wound is also protected by my spiritual power."

System: [So it turns out...]

Claude didn't know what Joe had done. He only felt his body hot and cold. The wound she wiped should be painful, but in fact it was just itchy, which made him want to scratch it.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but Joe slapped it open.

Joe smiled and said forcefully: "Mr. Frollo, please don't hinder my work."

Claude pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable all over.

He raised his head slightly and looked at Joe's hand.

The chapel was always lit with candles.

In the dim candlelight, her hands seemed to be coated with honey.

Sure enough, it must have been coated with honey, otherwise why would he feel her fingertips have a suction force, which has been sucking his skin and couldn't help but move towards her.

Her hand was lower and lower.

The system covered its eyes, [Oh my God, is this something I can see without paying?However, this gentleman's figure is really good, that waist... Tsk! 】

Qiao laughed and said, "What are you covering your eyes for? Don't you see enough? Stop pretending."

The system had no choice but to let go of his hand in an embarrassing manner.

However, as Joe's hand moved, Claude's heart was raised high.

"No, Miss Wickham, do not go on."

Joe ignored it.

"Wickham, don't..." he stopped, panting.

"Please don't . . . Miss Wickham!"

Just before her hand made a mistake, Claude finally covered her hand.

Joe looked innocent and said, "Mr. Frollo, did my actions hurt you because of my rude actions?"

Claude looked at her seriously with a straight face and red eyes.

He restrained his shortness of breath, "Miss Wickham, don't go any further, you know, you and I have sworn, anything further is the source of evil."

Joe froze for a moment, then widened his eyes as if thinking of something.

"Mr. Frollo, you, what are you talking about, I don't want to..."

She looked helpless and funny, but she still explained patiently: "I know, I respect your oath, please don't treat me as badly as I think, I know you have a ring of penance, I just want to help you Untie it and treat the wound."

Claude immediately said: "Why do you know which leg I am on?"

Joe: "Isn't that obvious? Because of the way you walk."

Claude: "..."

So he misunderstood?

hateful!What on earth is he thinking about? Could it be that everything under his skin has been eaten up by the devil, and has he lived in the devil?

Claude said softly: "I'm sorry, Miss Wickham, thank you for your kindness, I will handle the rest by myself."

"Can you really handle it?"

Joe looked up at the statue, "Do you dare to swear?"

Claude pursed his lips tightly.

Qiao smiled and said, "Please believe me, I am very experienced in dealing with this."

Claude thought: I don't believe you, I don't believe myself.

He thought of something, raised his head and asked, "Have experience? Could it be that you..."

Joe took his hand and put his trembling hand on his upper arm.

Claude's fingertips seemed to be pierced, and he shrank suddenly.

He looked at Joe in shock, "The penance belt..."

Joe watched him tenderly.

The system was puzzled, [Master, when did you have a penance belt? 】

Joe: "Oh, it is temporarily built with mental power, and it can be generated immediately after use. It is very convenient."

system:【……】

Claude's heart was trembling because he felt sorry for her.

He didn't dare to object to her actions anymore, and he didn't dare to stop her hand anymore.

However, he knew in his heart that when she touched his penance ring, it was the moment when all his penance, vows, and loyalty were lost.

He closed his eyes tightly, like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

He heard the scraping of fabric, the snapping of restraints, and the clatter of metal.

Joe sighed softly.

His heart shrank and tensed.

"What's wrong?" He could hardly make a sound.

Joe said helplessly: "Your belt scratched your flesh, and now the scab has joined the wound and the belt together. If I want to take off the belt, I will definitely tear the wound."

Claude relaxed his shoulders, "It turned out to be this, tear it off."

He seems to break through something, give up something, and can no longer gain anything.

"It doesn't matter to me."

Joe: "Then hold on."

Her fingertips pressed against the belt, as if to see if there was a gap.

Claude trembled, raised his hand, and bit the back of his hand.

Joe snapped.

Claude felt a piercing pain.

The scab on the wound was uncovered, and his wound was completely exposed in front of her eyes.

His wounds are his flesh.

His injury is her.

Even if he tried to cover it up, the festering wounds under the scabs still proved that his efforts were nothing more than self-deception.

Look, isn't this exposed all at once?