Chapter 223 Chapter 223

Garcia also stayed awake at night.

After returning to the room, he took a shower first and then tossed and turned in bed.

There were no electronic devices, no entertainment activities, the rain outside was almost stopping and no longer as hypnotic as before. Garcia felt more and more energetic as he lay there.

In the middle of the night, he felt as if he didn't understand why he was here. The house was so quiet that only the sound of the rain could be heard.

So boring! Is this really me participating in a dating show, and not some life service documentary program like "Let's Travel" or "Longing Farm"? Garcia thought.

Bored, or rather lonely, Garcia couldn't help but wonder what his handsome date was doing at this hour.

Thinking of this, Garcia suddenly sat up, patted his forehead, then opened the drawer of the bedside table, reached in, and took out the little eyeballs he had locked inside - when he was taking a shower before, this little thing followed him stealthily. Garcia had taken off half of his clothes, and when he turned around, he found this guy staring at him.

Tell it to go away, it doesn't respond.

Wave your hands to drive it away, and it hides.

The little thing was determined to watch Garcia take a bath.

So Garcia shut it in the nightstand.

At this moment, the little thing that was finally released was in a bad mood. Its little wings were drooping, its eyelids were drooping, and it looked depressed.

Garcia poked it. "What's wrong? Are you really angry?"

The little eyeball suddenly rushed over and gave Garcia a face hug.

Garcia knew that this was Jophiel's sight.

As a six-winged angel, Jophiel can summon many such small eyeballs. They are his eyes and ears, and can monitor his surroundings for him.

Because this monitor particularly liked Garcia, Jophiel simply left it to Garcia to entertain him - this is also the reason why Garcia didn't let the little eyeball watch him take a bath.

It's okay to just look at its little eyes, just treat it as a little pet. But it shares vision with its owner, and Garcia doesn't have the habit of live-streaming bathing.

He pulled the impotent and furious little eyeballs from his face and squeezed them gently.

He also threatened: "If you continue to be naughty, it won't just be tears, I'll squeeze out your aqueous humor."

The little eyeballs didn't move.

Garcia thought about it and decided that he should do something, such as return it to its owner and file a lawsuit.

After finding an excuse for the tryst, Garcia went out.

Jophiel's room was right across from Garcia's, and the door wasn't even closed.

—If you’re curious, come to me at night and I’ll show you how big it is.

In the afternoon, Jophiel extended such an invitation to himself.

So this door was specially left for myself?

Garcia looked up at the camera in the corridor, then tossed the little eyeballs in his palms to indicate that he was just there to return something.

Then he pushed open the door and walked in.

He wanted to see whether this holy angel was actually a devil that tempted people to fall. Otherwise, why would he say such things and deliberately leave the door open at night?

——The room was empty.

There was a night light on, and the furnishings in the room were similar to his own. There was no one in the bathroom, so Garcia was sure that Yophiel was not in the room.

Where had he gone in the middle of the night?

There was no point in staying, so Garcia decided to go home.

Just as he turned around, he saw that the night outside the window seemed to be covered by something white, and wind blew in.

Garcia tried to catch it, and then he saw the great-grandfather with small eyes—

It was a massive eyeball with upper and lower eyelids. Six pairs of white wings connected front and back, top and bottom, each with a dense cluster of smaller eyeballs at the base. The largest eyeball, with a diameter as large as Garcia's height, had a vaguely human head growing out of it.

The eyelids opened and closed, and the big eyeballs blinked.

The head turned, and a crack appeared where the mouth seemed to be. He whispered, "Good evening."

Hmm? What's the good part?

When Garcia fainted, he was still holding the little eyeball tightly in his hand.

He thought, that's it, your great-grandfather speaks very politely, but my great-grandmother is not bad either.

I'll take you to see my grandmother right now.

·

It doesn't rain often in this coastal city.

Sang Luo fell asleep after taking a melatonin tablet.

In the dream, after a long period of meaningless scenes, Sang Luo began to have lucid dreams from the moment he met Mr. Hart.

Lucid dreaming, as the name suggests, means being awake in a dream.

Sang Luo's control in this dream was much higher than the previous two times.

He was not held hostage by his subconscious, but was free to explore this place.

This is a small town with continuous rain. It seems very old and isolated. Although there is business, it is not well developed.

There were no lights or cars.

The sky was too gloomy to tell what time it was. Sang Luo only felt that the rain seemed to have been falling for a long time and was extremely humid.

At this moment, he still had the mind to think, was the rain in the dream because the rain in reality had not stopped, or because he felt like going to the toilet?

In short, it definitely shouldn't be—

He shouldn't be the one hooking up with someone.

Yes, it's still Mr. Hart.

Sang Luo stood by the roadside for a while, and a man in a wax windbreaker came out of the thick fog. It was undoubtedly Hart, the guest of the dating show.

Sang Luo dreamed of him again.

Before this, Sang Luo never thought that being mute would be his sexual fetish - although Mr. Hart seemed to be able to speak, he was really mute most of the time.

As for why it is a one-night stand?

Because their destination was not a park suitable for discussing literature, nor a cafe suitable for a date, but a hotel that should only be used for sleeping.

Previously, Sang Luo was awakened by the shock of working for the damn Jinjiang while typing in his dream, so this time, he was very vigilant.

As I said, everyone’s time is precious, so if it’s not a wet dream, then don’t do it.

But this time, it seemed like the first dream that came to an abrupt end.

Take off the hat, take off the clothes... everything is normal.

And there is a head and face under the hat, it is not empty.

Only then did Sang Luo feel relieved.

Sang Luo actually felt quite pressured to participate in this show.

He is not a model nor a boss, nor a popular omega, nor even an internet celebrity.

He is just an amateur, the kind of amateur who has to hide his side job.

After all, it is a very shameful thing to tell others that he is a contracted author of a small and shabby place like Green Chicken Literature City.

And he seemed to have been exposed in front of a strange bird.

Although Sang Luo didn't say it, he still felt some pressure inside.

Just at this moment, a erotic dream came to my lips.

Sang Luo thought, this is my dream, my spirit is free.

Melancholic handsome guy, right?

He cooperated with the other party's obviously unfamiliar movements and gradually took the initiative.

·

When Mianmian was sleeping in the middle of the night, she began to show mild symptoms of estrus.

He actually didn't know it and was sleeping very soundly.

But there was a second person in the room.

Raikiri just happened to turn back into human form at this moment.

This rain was caused by Raqie. On the way back from kindergarten, Raqie became more and more unhappy.

Being treated as a pet, competing with orc cubs, winning but not getting a first place certificate...these were all small things.

What really broke Raiki's defense was that he saw Garcia and Jophiel holding hands.

Rachel was really devastated.

Your own failure is regrettable, but the success of someone you hate is even more worrying.

I am still being treated as a pet... Oh no, now I am a half-orc cub, and Jophiel is planning a nightlife with me?

Yes, Rachel heard it, he heard the conversation between Garcia and Jophiel.

He couldn't accept that the annoying big white ball fell in love before him.

So in the villa, everyone was laughing and talking, and while the young couples were cuddling each other, Rachel was sulking silently.

Then it started to rain.

Two hours ago, when Mianmian was taking a shower, Lei Qie went out in the rain. He flew to the outskirts of the farm, where there was a tent set up by the program crew.

Rachel borrowed a cell phone.

He didn't call Pan, he made a video call to Pan's mother.

Raqie started calling the innocent high school girl on the other end "Grandma" - sometimes he called her godmother, sometimes grandma, and also grandma, anyway, he just called her randomly.

After all, human ethical relationships are not particularly applicable to giant dragons like him, and every time he is a small cat dragon, no matter what he shouts, it will work.

Lei Qie cried for a while, and then the other party promised that Pan would remove the word spirit from his body in a while.

When the video was hanging up, Lei Qie saw that his grandmother, who only looked pure on the surface but could actually beat the fantasy species into small cookies, was trying hard to pry off the horns on Pan's head.

Raikiri was happy.

On the way back, he even sang some random little songs, and his mood was particularly bright.

Then the thunder stopped, the rain stopped, the dark clouds parted, and the bright moon appeared.

When I returned to the room and slipped in through the window, Mianmian had just come out of the bath and was unaware of anything.

Maybe because he took a long bath, his face was very red, the exposed skin was slightly pink, his eyes were watery and he looked very dazed.

Soon, Mianmian finished drying her hair and went to sleep.

After he fell asleep, Raikiri gathered his strength and successfully transformed back into human form.

The dark-skinned handsome guy squatted beside the bed, quietly looking at the sleeping face of the little omega, his amber eyes sparkling, and he stared at it for a long time.

Until he smelled something unusual.

In fact, after returning to the room and coming out of the bath, Raikiri felt that the air in the room was very strange.

He just thought it was the evaporation of mist, which made the smell of cotton products such as four-piece suits, pillows, and T-shirts more obvious.

Little do they know that this is actually the smell of Mianmian's pheromone - Baita has announced the pheromone number of Mianmian, which is a cotton that ranks very high, starting with A.

Baita describes it as a warm, comforting, sunshine-filled blend of aromas.

As cute as Mianmian herself.

Anyone who goes online would know this.

Mianmian is quite popular on the Internet and has her own cotton doll peripherals.

But he was a country bumpkin and didn't know what cotton-smelling pheromones were. He really didn't feel anything at all - because what caught his attention was another smell.

Because of the stuffiness and estrus, Mianmian sweated a lot in bed.

I was sweating so much that a thin layer of mist was almost coming out of the tip of my nose.

This sweat also brings out another aroma - pineapple, a natural fragrance that can stay in the human body for a long time.

Mianmian drank several glasses of pineapple juice at night.

Rachel was only aware of the pineapple and completely ignored the smell of cotton.

He thought, how can it be so fragrant? It’s a bit too fragrant.

If I bite... no, lick it, would it be sweet?

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