Underworld Salvage Master [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Karen took the sheets to the laundry room on the first floor, and then went to Lydia's room. After making sure that Vivienne didn't need anything, she returned to her own room, only to find that Lydia didn't take a shower, but Standing by the window looking at the night outside.She asked in surprise, "Hey Lydia, aren't you going to bed?"

Lydia turned to look at Karen, and said lightly, "I'm not sleepy yet."

Karen nodded and said, "Okay! Then I'll take a shower first!" As she spoke, she walked to the closet and opened the drawer under the closet to take out clean underwear, shook it off casually, and went to Stuffing the jeans in the back pocket, he pulled out a cotton suspender dress from the closet and left the room.

Lydia watched Karen go out with weird eyes, showing an extremely speechless expression.

This woman...is actually shaking such intimate clothes in front of him casually. It has to be said that the roughness of Karen's life has surpassed, and it has broken through all of Loki's current perceptions of her. Know.No, this is not rough, it can already be called extremely sloppy, and there is no woman's self-consciousness!

Lydia finished cursing in her heart, turned her head, and saw the fiery rose pattern again, turned her head to look out of the window, and murmured: "It's okay, no one will know!" She walked slowly to the bed Before, she stared at the bed of roses, thinking, at least it wasn't the pink sheets, then she sat down on the bed, raised her eyes, and looked at the dark night outside the window.

After an unknown amount of time, Karen opened the door and came in, saying, "Hey, Lydia, have you been waiting for a long time?" She wiped her hair with a towel, and said in a slightly apologetic tone, "I washed it. Hair, it took a little longer."

Lydia turned her head in surprise, and when she heard Karen explaining that she took a little longer to wash her hair, she realized that what she said was waiting for a bath.She looked at Karen, frowning slightly.

Karen wiped her hair in front of the mirror, and her whole body was filled with steam. Through the mirror, she saw Lydia sitting on the edge of the bed staring at her. She turned her head and smiled at her, asking, "What's wrong? Why is this so?" Look at me?"

Lydia met Karen's gaze, hesitated for a while, and said, "On your back..."

Karen shrugged and said lightly: "Oh, you saw it, it's ugly, right? It was burned!"

Lydia looked at Karen without saying a word.

Karen turned around as if nothing had happened and continued to brush her hair. Her back was covered with uneven, red and black scars, and the scars spread like a volcano on her white and tender skin.

"These scars..." Lydia looked at Karen in the mirror, "Since you know they are ugly, why don't you want to remove them?"

Karen raised her eyebrows and smiled. She turned her head and said, "Because... I'm too poor to have plastic surgery."

Lydia looked at Karen's smiling face speechlessly and said, "You own a dessert shop and don't have money for surgery?" Is this woman joking?She shook her head and stood up.

"You don't believe it?" Karen hung the towel around her neck, walked to the desk and picked up the comb on the table, and said, "Well, not only you don't believe it, but many people don't believe it. But" she said Helplessly smiled and said: "The fact is like this, I am very poor and have no money for plastic surgery."

"The money earned by the dessert shop should be enough for surgery!" Lydia naturally wouldn't believe her words, "Isn't it?"

Karen nodded and admitted Lydia's statement very simply. She pondered for a while and said, "To be precise, the dessert shop has indeed made a lot of money because of Mark in the past few years, but the money It doesn’t belong to me personally, and all I can get is a monthly salary.”

Lydia frowned slightly and looked at Karen silently.

Seeing that Lydia didn't ask any more questions, Karen went back to the mirror to comb her hair.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Lydia turned her eyes away and stopped looking at Karen, because her eyes always fell on her back uncontrollably, and the large scar was gnawing at her body, which made her feel very bad.

After Karen tidied her long hair, she saw Lydia sitting on the bed in a daze in the mirror, and said, "Hey, Lydia, why don't you take a bath comfortably? I see you are In my room, it seems to be very tense, as I said, you have to relax, really, otherwise, you will have a very uncomfortable time when Vivienne is here. "

How the hell did you know I was tense?Lydia turned her head and glanced at Karen, then stood up suddenly and walked outside.

"Hey! Lydia!" Karen called.

Lydia turned her head impatiently and asked, "What?"

"Did you not bring your clothes to me?" Karen asked.

Lydia was dumbfounded, silent for a few seconds, and said quickly: "I'll get it now!"

Karen nodded and watched Lydia go out. She slowly found out the hair dryer and started drying her hair.

And here, Lydia left Karen's room, walked to the door next door that belonged to her, pushed open the door and walked in.

Vivian, who was sitting in a daze on the ground inside, jumped up in fright when she heard the sound. When she saw Lydia, her expression changed immediately, and she said in a low voice, "I, I won't say anything!"

Lydia gave her a cold look and said, "Your existence has caused me too much trouble!"

"I'm sorry!" Vivian apologized in a low voice, "I, I will try my best to cooperate with you! Really! I will do my best."

"You'd better stretch your nerves to the limit, otherwise..." Lydia raised the corners of her mouth at Vivienne, smiled wickedly, turned her head and walked to the closet, reached out and took out a plastic bag, Without looking at it, she stuffed all the black dresses in the closet and the underwear Karen "given" her into the plastic bag.

"That..." Vivienne looked at Lydia's movements, and she asked suspiciously: "I heard that your spells are very powerful..."

Lydia turned around and twitched the corner of her mouth at Vivienne, asking, "What do you want to ask?"

Vivian smiled a little timidly, and said flatteringly: "It's nothing, I just think there are some props, and you prepared them perfectly!"

Lydia stared at Vivian, sneered, turned and left, when she walked out of the room, there was no one in the corridor, she still moved the plastic bag in her hand to the side, and then finished After realizing what he had done, he frowned, damn werewolf, talking nonsense about props!She clutched the plastic bag tightly and strode toward Karen's room.

As soon as she entered the room, Lydia was stunned, because the overhead light in the room had been turned off, and only the small light on the desk was on. Karen on the blanket, holding a black notebook in her hand, writing something by the light of the small lamp on the desk.

Karen raised her head when she heard the door knock, smiled at Lydia and said, "I turned off the headlights, don't you mind?"

Lydia frowned slightly and said, "What are you doing?"

Karen held up the notebook in her hand and said, "This? A diary!"

Lydia squinted at Karen, diary?When she was studying the history of the courtyard, she knew that it was the behavior of the courtyard to record some life events or feelings in private. To be honest, she thought the habits of the people in the courtyard looked very ridiculous, because she had also read some diaries of the people in the courtyard, and had to Said that this kind of overly personal text has no value, except for the owner of the diary.

Karen looked at Lydia who quietly closed the door, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Do you think it's too old-fashioned for me to write a diary?"

Lydia put the plastic bag in her hand at the end of the bed noncommittally, turned her head to look at Karen, and said lightly, "Since you know, why do you still write?"

Why write it?Karen was slightly taken aback and thought for a while, but didn't answer Lydia's question right away.

Speaking of keeping a diary, when did this habit start?Karen lowered her eyes and gently touched the diary in her hand. What came to mind was her mother's gentle smiling face.

The little Karen took the birthday present with a pink bow from her mother, looked up at her, and asked foolishly: "Mom, what is this?" She looked at the flat, square gift in her hand, This doesn't seem to be the same as the Barbie doll she wants, what is it?It's really curious.

Seeing the question marks on little Karen's face, mother couldn't help but chuckled, and exchanged glances with Karen's father. Neither of them told her the answer right away. Mom smiled and said, "Want to know what gift it is? Then Now take it apart and take a look!"

"Okay!" Karen nodded, sat on the carpet, untied the pink bow ribbon outside the gift, and then tore off the colorful wrapping paper outside, and finally I saw a diary with a red cover inside.She touched the hard cover of the diary, looked up at her parents with a little disappointment, sighed, and said, "This is not Barbie!"

Dad put his hand over her head and said, "Yeah, that's not the Barbie you want." He took the diary from Karen and said, "Come on baby, come over here!" He snapped Pat yourself on the thigh.

Karen walked up to him obediently, put her hand on his thigh, looked up at him, and said unhappy, "I really want a Barbie doll, Dad."

Dad raised his eyebrows and smiled without saying a word.

Karen turned her head to look at her mother, and muttered a little depressed, "Mom!"

"Sorry, Karen, your birthday present is this diary." Mom put her hand on Dad's shoulder, looked at Karen with a smile, and said to him, "You explain it!"

Dad nodded, smiled, sat Karen on his lap, hugged her and said, "Look, this diary."

Karen looked down at her father unfolding the diary in front of her, revealing the snow-white pages inside, and said with a little disgust: "There is nothing in it, it's not as good as a comic book!"

"This is specially prepared for you, of course there is nothing else." Dad laughed, and he kissed Karen's hair, "Baby, you are old enough to learn to record your life .”

Karen turned her head and looked up at him in confusion, and asked, "But why did you record it?" She looked at her parents and looked at each other, and continued to ask: "Besides, none of my friends have this!"

Dad looked at Karen with a smile and said: "There are many things in life that are worth recording. You can write them here or draw them. It will be very interesting. Would you like to give it a try?"

Karen stared at the snow-white page in silence for a long time, showing a refusal expression, and said: "No, Dad, I don't really want to." She leaned on her father's broad chest and said unhappy: "Besides, I don't I can’t even write well, and I don’t want to use this to record anything.”

Mom sighed slightly, looked at Karen and said, "Hey Karen, that's why we want this diary to help you write."

help her?Karen looked at her half-understanding, nodded, and said, "Oh!"