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(I wonder how many people didn't understand the end of the last chapter, dry)

The soft lips gently covered, rolled, and entangled, taking away the heartbeat and breath little by little.

A very gentle kiss, guided, restrained yet aggressive.

After the game was over, I lay on the bed covering my hot face, looking up in a daze, my mind was in chaos.

Obviously just wanting a hug, but as if being bewitched, he couldn't help it, everything was logical.

All reason flew away, and the whole person seemed to be intoxicated. He stretched out his hand to stroke his lips, as if he could still feel the residual temperature.

"Knock down."

I came back to my senses, got out of bed and opened the door. When I saw Marta and Nabu standing outside the door, my chaotic thoughts gradually subsided.

"Beth Fenli, you are indeed in the room!" Seeing that I was fine, Marta breathed a sigh of relief: "I heard that the photographer tied you to the chair, but he was not with you..."

I looked over Marta, and saw Mr. Mercenary standing behind her with a calm face, smiled, and let the door open: "Let's talk first."

"He didn't release the water in this game, I escaped by myself." I whispered: "I heard that everyone knows...Neibu must have heard of it too."

Before Nabu had time to speak, Marta glanced at him with some embarrassment: "I haven't told Nabu about you, but," her face was a little serious: "I don't know where it came from, But it seems that survivors have spread the word in private."

"Pass what?"

The corner of Marta's mouth twitched twice: "They said that you and the regulator...have an affair."

Nabu couldn't help coughing.

I was silent for a while, Marta seemed to want to laugh, after all, Joseph and I have a marriage contract, so why talk about an affair?I sighed slightly in my heart, unable to tell what kind of mood I was in: "... Marta, I seem to like him a little bit."

Marta couldn't stop laughing.

I told her before that she comforted me when Joseph and I might divorce, but she was helpless, and this time, the feeling of helplessness seemed to be the same.

Both paths are difficult.Marta sighed, and at this moment, Nebu spoke.

"I don't care about those things about you girls," he said, his eagle-like eyes fell on me, calm and rational: "I just want to know, Beth Fernley, what are your plans."

Marta also looked over, she was also concerned about this issue.

I know this is related to our future, if I choose to give up, we will still be friends, but we will no longer be comrades in arms in the game.Now, I have to give them a clear answer.

"My goals have never changed."

I was sitting upright, looking at the two of them solemnly: "No matter what, I will try my best to escape from the manor, and I also hope to fight side by side with you."

Nabu looked at me brightly: "You have to think about it, this road is far more difficult than surviving in the manor."

I smiled.

After a moment of silence, in front of Marta and Naib, my two most trustworthy people in the manor, I finally mentioned the things buried deep in my heart: "Actually, I have always wanted to find someone," My voice was a little erratic, and the old image seemed to reappear in front of my eyes: "Ask him for an answer."

"Very important?"

"More important than my life."

Both of them were silent, so this topic was skipped, and Naibu stood up from the sofa: "Let's go."

"Remember to train." He left a sentence.

Marta also prepared to leave, but she looked at me worriedly: "...Beth Fernley, what will you and the photographer do?"

How to do it?This sentence once again pulled me into the cruel reality, drove away the warmth that belonged to that person's embrace, and shattered that sweet kiss.My face turned pale, but before I could answer, Marta hugged me: "No matter what, we respect your choice."

"Do what you want, Beth Fenley, Neb and I will support you."

My gaze couldn't help but soften, and for a moment I wanted to be moved to tears.

"Thank you, Marta."

More and more people in the manor came up to talk to me.

Although there are still many people who have some doubts about me, or want to get some information about escaping from me, I have changed the topic in a few words.And because Joseph didn't release the water in the last game, the rumors were not so credible, so he wasn't too embarrassed.

I was still the same as usual, training with Marta and Naibu from time to time. After a while, everyone's eyes gradually shifted away from me.After going through a few games normally, some people were wary of me at first, but seeing that I didn't do anything unnecessary, I gradually let go of it.Everything seems to have not changed, and it seems to have changed somewhere.

The only exception is that Miss Gardener started to get close to me—it doesn't mean that she was cold before, Emma has always been the more lively and amiable girl in the manor, but now, I can clearly feel her enthusiasm.

"Beth Fernley is Mr. Joseph's fiancée," Emma held her face in her hands, with an innocent smile in her green eyes, "No wonder he let us go in that game, it's so romantic~"

At first, I didn’t understand the reason for her sudden closeness, until I met the factory director in the supervisor’s dormitory. This taciturn, cold and bloodthirsty supervisor spoke to me for the first time:

"Miss Yeager, can you help me bring this doll to Emma?"

"She is my daughter."

The cold mechanical gaze softened when he mentioned Miss Gardener. At this time, he was not at all like a gloomy supervisor, but like a loving old father who cared about his daughter wholeheartedly.Only then did I understand why Emma cared so much about the supervisor.

Miss Gardener said that the Overseer is not an emotionless monster.

Joseph asked me, "Surprised?"

"A little."

He hooked the corners of his lips, took my hand and came to the garden: "I remember you said that we met because of God's guidance."

"Do you believe in God?"

"Do not believe."

He said casually, then bent down, plucked a fresh blooming rose, and pulled the thorns off the branches one by one before stuffing it into my hand.The white porcelain hand with well-defined joints wraps my palm and slowly closes it:

"So I thank fate." It sent you to me.

I realized his unfinished words, and I couldn't help but blushed.

Our encounter is like a novel, full of incredible fate, and Joseph is like the perfect hero in every romantic story, elegant and handsome, knowledgeable, careful and considerate, just like the perfect dream of every pregnant girl lover.No matter what you said to him, he could always pick up the conversation, talk freely, and anyone would feel comfortable in his presence if he wanted to.

I can understand him, understand his unfinished words; I don't understand him, I don't understand those fragmented subtleties that fall when we get along... How can there be such a coincidence in the world, let us just meet, just fall in love, Whenever I think of this question, my heart cools down slightly.

"There are preferences in the selection of people in the manor." Joseph held my hand and led me slowly among the flower beds, surrounded by roses in full bloom.We stood side by side, and we could see that profile face just by looking up.The eyebrows and eyes, which are so beautiful that they are not real, suppress the surrounding layers of color, like melting ice and snow on a snow mountain.He clasped my fingers gently and irresistibly, as if he was leading me into the painting together.

"People who have various desires or desires, sinful people, and people who have something to do with the first two kinds of people are easy to be selected." He said slowly: "Emma Woods is precisely because of the factory. The senior will receive the invitation letter."

Holding the rose in one hand, I couldn't help looking at him when I heard this: "What about you? What kind of person are you?"

His footsteps paused slightly.

"Me?" He smiled meaningfully, and a trace of inexplicable flashed in his blue eyes: "Perhaps, it's the first one."

"...to meet you."

The author has something to say: I suddenly remembered that Marta was the first to hug Beth Fenli!

Beth Fenley: Hug? (づ￣ω￣)づ?

Ma. Has hugged twice. Erta:? (づ￣v￣)づ?

Joseph who just got his wife in the last chapter: :)