Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

After a while, the woman rushed out of the pool like a mermaid, climbed onto the floor tiles, took off her oval swimming cap, revealing her wavy long golden hair, and flicked it vigorously.

Winnet stood by the window, confirming who was coming.

It's Belmode.

Belmode took off her swimming goggles gracefully, and stretched lazily under the moonlight. She looked up at the window:

"My angel, I have arrived as promised."

"Come here," Belmode walked to the side of the small pavilion unique to the beach where the two were seated, and crossed his legs. "I think we can have a good talk on this wonderful night."

It's not easy for Winnet to refuse, after all, she needs Belmode's help for something, and she can't get enough of people.

Belmode saw Winnet coming obediently from the atrium, threw the small bottle in his hand, and raised his red lips:

"What you mentioned last time, as long as you help me paint my nails, I will promise you."

Winnet took the vial.

Violet.

It is a color with a mature charm and a heavy color.

Winnet wavered a little:

"What do you mean by nail polish?"

"Huh? Both sides together, of course!" Belmode said as he raised his beautiful ankle and raised his toes.

"Are you kidding me?" Winnet froze.

She has never done this kind of thing to Shirley!

She has never touched Shirley's feet!

"I'm not joking. If you don't want to, then the agreement between us will be cancelled. It's a pity that you want to see that little girl's conspiracy. You need to re-plan, and I have to do it myself."

Winnet thought about it, if she couldn't pretend to be Akemi Miyano, the effect of surprise would be greatly reduced, and Shirley's pursuit of surprise would not be achieved.

This is to surprise Shirley!

That's right, Miss Winette, so what if you sacrifice a little for your lover?

"Can you just paint the hands?" Winnet was trying to bargain like a poor girl with little cash.

"No, I didn't enjoy the massage last time. Women also need to be moisturized when they are old. You have been avoiding it now. Although it is cute, you can't understand the beauty of it."

Belmode is really too slutty, she is simply the incarnation of the succubus in the classics, how can such a private matter be entrusted to her?Thinking of Sister Alyssa's teaching, never showing your feet to others casually, and not allowing them to touch her, made Winnet even more disturbed.

An eerie sense of immorality.

Although he was uneasy, he still had a kind of eagerness to escape.

"Okay, okay... But, you have to teach me your amazing makeup skills!"

Winnet thought to herself, since she had to make such a sacrifice, it would be better once and for all.

The next time there is a need, you don't have to humble yourself and kneel down at her feet to beg her.

Fantastic tricks for makeup to look like anyone, no matter the time of day.At the critical moment, with such a skill close by, one can escape from the shell and change the position.

"Oh? Want to learn Yi Rong? Well, if you can learn it."

Seeing that Belmode agreed, Winnet finally felt that it was not a bad loss.

She estimated that the lap dancer didn't know that she could see clearly, and felt that even if she agreed, she would not be able to learn it, so she agreed so easily.

hum!

Miss Winnet was no longer the same.

Her sniping range has risen to nearly [-] yards, although there is still a big gap with Ji Luxi.

Belmode smiled, moved his fingers flexibly, and stretched out in front of Winnet:

"bring it on."

Miss Winnet took the tools from the table.

To be honest, it was the first time she did this kind of thing.

After all, it is a disqualification to be a priest to dress oneself up in a flashy manner. Even if you are not an ascetic monk, you must avoid fashion and extravagance.

On the other hand, the main reason is that she has no interest in dressing herself up, and applying some skin care products and sunscreen is already the limit.

Fortunately, even if it was the first time, her hands would not tremble, holding the little brush, she raised Belmod's upturned fingers.

"Put primer first."

There is also nail polish and top coat at the back.

There is more than one kind, and it has to be repeated three times!

Miss Winette feels at a loss, which means she has to give Belle Mode her feet——

Three times ah three times!

Not only that, but on the small round table there were slices of toast, sausage, eggs and bacon, coffee and orange juice, and Belmode held a pocket book in his other hand to read.

Take her as a servant!

Miss Winette's head was spinning rapidly, and she began to think carefully about how to tame the lap dancer into an obedient lamb. She was so angry that she forgot about tomorrow's date.

……

ps: 16 chapters owed

147 Knowing the taste of the marrow?

"Look at your reluctance. If other people see it, they will think that my feet have an unbearable stench."

After seeing Winnet stretching her arms very long, she oiled her toes with a wrinkled face.Belmode felt upset, even a little jealous.

When Winnet heard the words, she had to correct her attitude in case Belmod's words didn't count.

Hold Belmode's feet flat, and carefully brush them with a small violet brush from a fan-shaped angle, trying to keep them even and beautiful.

When she was about to paint a nail, Belmode's foot flicked and touched her chest.

"Lap dancer, don't move around!" Winnet frowned, "If you do it again, I won't do it!"

Miss Winette was suspicious. The lap dancer was eating her own tofu.

Although her size is insignificant compared to Belmode.

Belmode teased her with his toes, then leaned down, lifted Winette's chin with his index finger, and brought her little face closer.

Winnet frowned tightly. If it was within the tolerable range before, this action was a bit out of her "play zone".

Seeing Winnet's stern face, Belmode also leaned over to get closer.

She said in a serious tone:

"You and Shirley got too close."

"..."

"Don't underestimate women's intuition about feelings. I just need to ask you about the smell on your body... You haven't been to the hospital recently, have you?"

"What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, if you want to find a woman, there are plenty of choices..." Belmode pulled his foot back.

"What if Shirley is all I want?" Winnet sneered.

"That's a pity!" Belmode also sneered back, "Depending on the situation, I may report this matter to the organization, and then you will only become a pair of fateful couples. I advise you, or It's better to be freed from her side as soon as possible..."

"It makes sense! For my own consideration, it really should be like this. Although I follow the trend, I am not the object of willful compromise. If you want to persuade me, you should save such effort."

"It seems that you can't listen to me."

"Bermod, you are so smart, you shouldn't make this kind of mistake and appear in front of me unsuspecting."

"Oh, are you going to silence me, my dark angel?"

"I didn't say that, it was just coercion."

"Your thinking is too naive. Even if I don't tell you, your frequent contacts with her will be discovered one day."

"You don't need to worry about me."

Belmode's expression softened, and she pulled Winnie to her face:

"Your stubbornness also makes people feel fascinated..."

Winnet had no idea what the woman in front of her was trying to say, and the speed at which her face changed was overwhelming for her.

She asked impatiently:

"Still painting or not?"

"Of course we're only halfway through the deal, aren't we?"

"I want to terminate it on the spot." Winnet patted Belmode's wrist.

In the end, Belmode sneaked a kiss on the cheek, but there is such etiquette in the United States, and she didn't care much, except that she had to wash off the lipstick marks.

Belmode crossed his legs again, stretched out his half-painted feet, and took a sip of orange juice.

"I think I should prepare some wine...but the blend with absinthe as the base wine is often only it by itself." Belmode said thoughtfully, "Because its aroma is too strong, it cannot be compared with other wines. Alcohol goes together."

"Then change to another kind of wine after drinking." Winnet replied calmly.

Winnet quickened the movements of her hands, and after getting used to them, her technique also became proficient.

After all, the current Winnet is different from the country pastor who used to live in a small town. It's not that she doesn't have the slightest desire.

"Hate is also false." Winnet quietly painted the last little toe, looked up at Belmode, "You and Shirley don't have any enmity, but you just don't want her to continue to develop drugs."

"But I can't stop it, and I don't want to see her succeed."

"Then ignore it. Think about it, Shirley didn't do drug research voluntarily, but submitted to the organization, and you are also controlled by the organization. If you hate the medicine developed for the organization, it is equivalent to opposing the organization itself."

Winnet was outspoken.

"Perhaps. But that girl, Shirley, has changed you. It's terrible!"

Winnet was taken aback when she heard the words, she looked up and saw Belmode's teasing smile mixed with ambiguity.

Belmode made various lingering poses with her hands, vividly, she smiled and said:

"In the past, when I encountered the situation just now, I would have left with a look of resentment on my face. But, you just feel ashamed and angry. It seems that little girl Shirley also understands your stubbornness."

"Is it the marrow to know the taste, or..."

Before Belmode opened his mouth to say more ambiguous words, Winnett's ears turned red.

"Oh, the reaction is so big. Could it be that you have been played by her all the time?"

Winnet felt her ears burn.

Is this a teasing and mocking temptation?

"Who, who's been played, lap dancer, don't put your bad thoughts on other people!"

Winnet retorted, but there was a feeling that the description was getting darker and darker. She didn't feel that it had any effect at all, and Belmode even laughed out loud.

"Okay!"

Belmode pointed to the chair and motioned for Winnet to sit down:

"Let's not talk about this... Since you painted my nails for me, then I should fulfill my promise. Tonight, how about we come to teach all night?"

Winnet already knew Belmode's routine in her heart, and the other party just likes to say words that are easily misunderstood.

But she was still breathing unevenly.

Because she thought of what happened with Shirley that night, it made her feel terrified.

Breathe high and low.

Belmode stared at Winnet intently, and felt that she looked so charming now, making her want to lean over, kiss and tease, but she also knew that Winnet was thinking of that girl Shirley at this time.

Even though he is merciless in the face of the enemy and does things cleanly, he is still a fledgling when it comes to love affairs, and he is determined to find anything, just like continuous test flights.