cross

He put her lightly on the table:

"Joseph..."

Leaning down to kiss her, without giving her a chance to refuse, his hands climbed onto her back, passed through the long ink-like hair, and stroked the slender nape of her neck. The rubbing of his fingertips made her tremble slightly.

An inexplicable scent lingered at the tip of his nose, Joseph kissed her long hair, cheek... kissed her lips so red, he could only let out a moving gasp, his breath also began to become unstable, those unknown The idea of ​​being impatient, making people extremely anxious, and the desire to monopolize fueled the flames, urging him to claim the brand.

The collar that got in the way was ripped off, revealing the fragile and slender neck, which was a place that had been coveted for a long time.The girl subconsciously wanted to refuse, Joseph lowered his head, and lightly bit his fair and delicate skin.

The girl let out an exclamation, and went limp again, her whole body trembling slightly, her eyelashes curled with tears, and the tear mole under her eyes became more and more beautiful, which was particularly pitiful, and made one wish to crush her...

The blue eyes have already darkened, like the dark sea, sweeping the turbulent waves, and like the broken ice lake on the top of the snow mountain... But the girl closed her eyes, and after a while, she seemed to climb up to his neck helplessly. , responded jerky to him.

Warm tears woke Joseph up, and he slightly let go of his lover who was trapped under him, and the girl sobbed softly.

He quickly calmed down, looking at the disheveled appearance of the girl, he also suppressed the displeasure that had arisen because his lover revealed several times that he wanted to leave.Because of this cross-line kiss, which almost violated the original promise, Joseph let go of her and suppressed the restlessness in his heart:

"Sorry, I was too impulsive."

He reached out to wipe the tears off her face: "Herlittlelips, moremadetokiss (her little embroidered red lips, born to kiss)

Thantocrybitterlyforpain, (never crying for pain)

Aretremulous asbrook-wateris, (shocking like ripples on a lake)

Orrose aftereveningrain.

The desire has always been well hidden, and the attraction is so natural. The longing mind is like a pile of firewood, igniting a scorching flame. Before her, he had never tasted the taste of lust.

He kissed her black hair softly, comforting her softly.The girl gradually calmed down, wiped away her tears, and blushed again, but she didn't dare to look at him: "...I don't blame you."

She reached out to straighten her clothes, and pulled the open collar, her delicate collarbone was exposed to the air, and a pendant was inadvertently brought out at some point.Joseph paused insignificantly, and looked away thoughtfully.

The girl smoothed her collar in a panic, and then straightened her hair again. Because it was late, and there was another matter just now, she didn't want to stay any longer, so Joseph held her hand: "I'll see you off."

The girl struggled in vain for a moment: "No need..."

It was useless, Joseph ignored her weak resistance and clasped her slender wrist.

Her eyes are gone.

I followed Joseph stiffly.

The fingers are tightly intertwined, and the temperature from the palm seems to still carry ambiguous embers, revealing an irresistible strength.If my heart is chaotic, it's better to say that I'm getting more and more confused-gentle, indifferent, tough, which side is the real him under the always calm and delicate face.

Possession and plunder, like the nature of a supervisor, are deeply hidden under the appearance of an elegant gentleman.I looked back inadvertently, and saw a slender figure leaning against the window in the depths of the corridor, casting a meaningful glance.

The red and swollen lips seemed to still have a hot temperature, I looked away, the light in the corridor had already dimmed, and the dim yellow light cast everything in a hazy color.

It was already dark when I got back to the manor, and most people went back to their rooms, so no one saw me coming back from outside.When I walked to the door of the room and was about to open it, Marta stopped me from behind:

"Beth Fenley, you're back. I went to the Hall of Illusions today to ask about the last game..." The words stopped abruptly, and Marta looked at me in surprise, her eyes lingering on me, and her expression gradually changed. changed:

"Beth Fernley, you..."

I was taken aback for a moment, and then saw Marta's angry and distressed eyes, and reacted.Soldiers are careful after all, and some things cannot always be covered up, and the clues left behind are enough to make people imagine.

Pulling me into the room, closing the door to make sure no one can overhear, Marta lowered her voice and asked me:

"Where did you go...? Did he bully you?!"

Marta angrily grabbed the flare gun pinned to her waist.

"No, it's not, Marta, it's not what you imagined..." I stammered in embarrassment.

Marta was stunned for a moment, and her eyes changed again. She endured it, but still couldn't help it, and looked at me tactfully: "...Did you do it voluntarily?"

"I..." I opened my mouth for a while, and looked away: "Marta, what did you say about the game just now?"

The topic shifted too bluntly, maybe she saw my avoidance, and Marta's eyes became more complicated... I don't know what was imagining, she sighed:

"... I can't persuade you about feelings, since you want to leave, Joseph... He is not human after all."

I knew that Marta didn't want me to sink too deep, so she lowered her eyes and said softly: "I know..."

Marta couldn't bear to see me too sad, so she changed the subject: "Don't talk about this, I went to ask today, this number is needed to apply for the final game points."

"After so many games, Nabu and I have almost saved up the points. I came to you, but I don't know how much you are missing, so we can make up together."

After all, Marta and Naib are top survivors, they have a higher probability of successful escape and accumulated more points.Although Marta spent some to save Helena before, and now it is gradually saved back, and Helena also repaid some, but no matter how much, Marta would not accept it.

I cheered up and thought for a while: "I'm still a little bit close, but after a few more games, it should be almost there."

"That's just right, we can practice a few more times." Marta said: "Survivors who apply for the final game do not need to participate in the usual escape games. What Nabu and I mean is that it is better to train a few more times to cooperate. However, we There is only one person left..."

It is necessary to have sufficient strength and enough points. There are many survivors in the manor, but it is difficult to find those who meet the conditions.

Marta frowned: "Four people can start the game... Who should I invite?"

"...I have a candidate." I said slowly.

The author has something to say: Marta: You actually...forget it.

Joseph: Breaking up is impossible breaking up :)

Still probing at the edge of the neck... It is impossible to have a car, at most stealthily touch the steering wheel... I have escaped~