Chapter 74 Chapter 74 How could I bear to blame her for making a mistake...

After regretting it, she still had to face it. The door opened, and she pushed Xia Guangli's waist forward and walked out the door.

The poisonous soft light hit her face, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to block it, but a more labor-saving way was to stand in the shadow.

Yes, there are a lot of people here.

Makeshift beds were moved to the wall, quilts folded neatly into tofu blocks and placed neatly at the head of the beds. The sentries sat, cleaning their weapons.

The princess finally came out, but avoided looking at him. After a quiet greeting, she left the place quickly, as if her butt was on fire and she walked in a hurry.

Why? They turned their gaze to Xia Guangli. The corners of the man's mouth curled up, satisfied, and the pheromones mixed together.

The facts are obvious. Jealousy, envy, regret, complex emotions, some people's faces are livid, but after all, this is expected and will happen sooner or later.

After a few people communicated and understood the situation, they left.

Passing by the courtyard, there was a fence under the awning in the corner, with a string tied to it to prevent anyone from approaching. It was her spirit form, and two other spirit forms were lying near it, wagging their tails.

A ginkgo tree stood nearby like a loyal guard. Because of his work, the little mushroom couldn't respond, but the other two lions and the wolf didn't react inappropriately.

The maneless lion might have had some desire, but as soon as it showed its tendency, it was warned and suppressed by the other two spirits, so it stopped. It yawned to hide its appetite.

When her breath appeared, the two beasts moved, and the master got the news at the same time.

She walked into the kitchen and leaned against the door. The man heard the sound, turned around and saw her, then stood up and walked towards her. She subconsciously lowered her head, not daring to look directly at her.

"Sorry, I got up late. Just something to eat."

As if he hadn’t noticed, Karl didn’t ask anything, but just introduced her to the breakfast categories, which were already heated up.

She accidentally glanced at a box of snacks on the table, opened the package, and found a bag of compressed biscuits inside.

It was a yellowish-brown, long, tightly packed slab with a poor texture. Breaking off half a piece would fill you up for the whole day. She knew this so well because she had eaten it before, once.

When she was first rescued, she didn't dare to speak, because he was brutal and dressed mysteriously, like a bloodthirsty terrorist. She was like a quail, very obedient, afraid of being killed.

He spoke very little, briefly and cautiously. Later I found out that it was because he was injured. The turning point was when they shared food.

He ate first and then handed it to her, so she imitated his way of eating. Even though it tasted bad, she chewed it into her stomach. He took away a small half piece and drank some of it with water.

She thought he was trying to control her, so he didn't feed her enough, but she was proven wrong. In the middle of the night, her stomach was bloated and she kept farting. She tried to step over the man and go outside to relieve herself, but was stopped and was not allowed to go out.

The two of them spent the entire night smelling the stinky farts.

From then on, she understood that not letting her eat might be for her own good. Through observation and questioning, he found out her details and brought her back to the tower.

During the journey, the relationship between the two gradually eased and became friends.

So when she saw the cookie, her mouth felt dry and crumbs filled her mouth. But this was emergency food, why would anyone eat this? She was a little surprised and complained, "There's no need to eat this."

There were more palatable, easier to digest, and nutritious meals out there, and she didn't want to torture her stomach anymore.

She stared for a long time, until breakfast was heated up, served on the table, and the dishes were laid out. Only when she heard someone calling her did she come to her senses and sit down.

Seeing that he was about to leave without asking a single question, she became anxious, clenched her hands around the chopsticks, opened her mouth, and only called out his name.

Despite this, the man still turned around and asked her for confirmation. She licked her lips and said seriously, "Can you wait a while before leaving? I have something I want to tell you."

After hearing this, the man nodded in response, sat down across the table, and watched her eat quietly.

Because of the psychological pressure, she ate with great discomfort, not daring to look up into his eyes. Her clear reflection was filled with her guilt, and she choked and started coughing.

Karl handed her a tissue and comforted her to eat slowly, not to rush, and that there was a way to solve everything, and to wait until she was ready.

She wiped her nose and thought to herself, I am ready, but I don’t know if he is ready.

After finishing the meal, he threw the dishes into the dishwasher and sat back down at the table, placing his hands on the table, rubbing his fingers against the corners of the table repeatedly, his toes curled up in his shoes.

"I'm sorry, I...I did something wrong."

"I'm sorry about that."

The man's expression was calm, and he said calmly, "You speak, and I listen."

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't utter them. She clenched her fingers into fists, her nails digging into her flesh. She couldn't remember clearly what happened last night. It should be what they had done before, just with different people.

The man stood up, and she shrank to the wall. He sat on the left, and she leaned to the right stiffly. Karl moved closer again, put his hand on the back of her palm, and crossed her hands.

Carl: "Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

She looked up and was infected by his calmness. Her slow pulse passed through their connected wrists, and their heart rates resonated.

Like some kind of tranquilizer, she made up her mind, faced him, looked him in the eye, and said, "Last night, I had a sudden attack of combined fever."

She immediately felt pressure between her fingers, tightening her phalanges, but it quickly relaxed. Another hand came over and clasped her hands together. The man nodded, motioning her to continue.

"I wanted to call you, but you were not here, and then Captain Xia helped me solve it." She said this with extreme shame, then lowered her head, not daring to think about how the other party would view her.

This kind of tension of waiting for judgment is similar to the anxiety you felt in junior high school when your teacher confiscated your phone while you were playing with it in class and you had to ask him to give it back after class.

I felt that I deserved to be scolded, but I didn't want to be scolded. I also wanted him to return the phone to me and promise that he would definitely not play with it next time.

She just remained so cowardly and refused to change her ways despite repeated warnings. But Karl was not her homeroom teacher, and she was no longer a minor.

In the silence, the feeling of guilt broke through her psychological defenses, and many scoldings rang in her mind. She couldn't help but sob softly with red eyes.

"Shanshan, it's okay, don't cry."

A warm and careful hug, it was these words of tolerance that made her burst into tears. She clutched her back with her hands, buried her head in her chest, and repented herself.

"We might have had an intimate—"

"It's okay, honey, it's not your fault."

Karl couldn't help but interrupt. As her sentinel, he had anticipated this day would come, but he still couldn't bear to hear her intimate behavior with others.

She was not at fault, he was sure of that, and he would not blame her, no matter what happened.

"Every guide goes through this moment, blaming me for not being there for you, when you're vulnerable and need someone to take care of you."

"Really?" she asked, looking up. "A lot of people do this?"

"Of course, I won't lie to you. You've overused your mental energy for them," the man whispered, recalling the increasing data on the chart, "for us."

She was a very easy person to coax, and after hearing what he said, it seemed like she had no reason to continue crying. However, the feeling of lying on his chest was very good, very elastic, and she didn't want to get up, so she rubbed her head against it.

Carl: "He won't affect our relationship, right?"

The man's palm touched the back of her head, and her whole body was wrapped in the fragrance and warmth of his body. She remembered the agreement between them and nodded without hesitation: "Yes, it was just an accident."

An accident, huh?

Xia Guangli had just finished dealing with matters within the team and rushed over, hoping to face it with her, or rather, to confront him. What did he hear in the end?

Angry and wanting to laugh at the same time, like throwing him into the trash like a used tissue? No, he believed she wouldn't do that, nor would she think that way, she must be insincere.

Even so, he still felt anxious when trying to reason with himself. But now, he shouldn't cause trouble for her. The man looked up, saw the person coming, and nodded. At least don't be like this idiot and make her dislike him.

The man's back walked away.

Ares frowned and gave him an ambiguous look at first. It was not friendly, but he didn't care. But what about his pheromones?

"Hey, wait."

The other party left without responding. Instead, the kitchen door opened and the blond man whispered in her ear, the person she had missed for a long time. When he looked up and saw them, he seemed surprised and was about to leave after saying hello.

But Ares didn't want to let her go, so he took a step to the right. She lowered her head and would have bumped into him if she had gone any further, but the other person obviously had his eyes open and stopped.

Xu Shanshan: "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

The other shoulder was tapped lightly, and the man lowered his eyes uncomfortably, either wanting to stop her or ask, "Do you want to touch it?"

She suddenly remembered that it was about teasing cats and dogs. Indeed, she had made a promise, but when she turned to look at Karl, the other party smiled and nodded.

He did not interfere with her behavior, but Xu Shanshan paused, thought, and then replied: "Forget it, let's talk about it another day."

When is another day?

But they were about to leave. They had just received notice that their vacation would end early. Ares wanted to invite them again, but she walked away without asking.

Karl made way, “If you’re not full, there’s more inside.”

Manuel: "Thank you for your trouble. We will handle it ourselves."

In the end, only two people were left standing there, and the spirits with dissatisfaction in their heads walked into the kitchen one after another.

Ares was so jealous that he couldn't help but swear. One after another, but none of them were directed at him. He was far away and only realized things after the fact.

Seeing that Manuel was still eating leisurely and in disbelief, Ares grabbed the meat bun, tossed it to the spirit, and asked sincerely, "Aren't you angry?"

Manuel: "I'm not greedy."

…

In the afternoon, she video-called Sasha and confirmed the address with him again. They were not on holiday, so she answered the call in a busy situation and hung up quickly.

In the evening, the transport trucks leave with full loads, and the fruits are not yet fully ripe. After mechanization, each process has become more labor-saving.

During dinner, she learned that they were leaving early and suddenly felt reluctant to let them go.

Squatting at the edge of the field, she watched the small mushrooms being dyed black. She sighed and grabbed a handful of soil. Its fungus had already taken root far away.

There was a shadow on the ground. She turned her head and saw a green light in his eyes. It was Manuel, who had come to pick her up. They walked back slowly.

"Are you done?"

The man nodded. He didn't bring much luggage with him. He saw her looking up and down, examining herself suspiciously, wondering if there was anything wrong, or if there was any stain or something.

"I think you've changed."

Manuel raised his eyebrows, confused as to what had changed. He asked the woman, who gave him a thumbs-up and said with a smile, "You've become more handsome."

"What role do you play in the team?"

"Commando."

The two chatted and when they reached the stairs, she didn't take another step. She turned around. The man guessed that she was upset, so he followed her.

Manuel is reserved and calm in the face of difficulties, but she tends to be internally consumed and wants to know how he deals with his anxiety.

As for why she asked him instead of others, it might be out of trust. It was hard for her to say, or maybe she simply wanted to talk to him.

Manuel: "Is there something bothering you?"

"A little."

In just a few months, the past gradually faded. Unlike when she first arrived and knew nothing, she now had friends and a sense of belonging.

"Isn't it selfish not to want you to leave me?" Even if she couldn't give an explanation to everyone after the war.

"Why don't you want us to leave?"

Xu Shanshan: "I'm happy to be with you."

"My answer is - I do."

His gentle and tender voice made her tremble with fear. After receiving a positive response, she dared not speak and hesitated, "That's not what I meant. I meant - friends."

"Just chatting occasionally..."

It seemed like the more she explained, the worse it got. Oh my god! She covered one eye, but she heard the encouragement from the person next to her, who reaffirmed, "Any form is fine."

Manuel: "They will agree if you're willing." That's why the sentinels came.

Even so, she still didn't understand. "Don't you feel it's unfair or unacceptable?"

"Of course, some people would think so." There is never a shortage of greedy people, but it doesn't matter. They will always compromise and slide to the bottom line of no retreat, just hoping that she will not completely lose herself.

Sentinels always do this.