angry

Ivy has begun to hate "genetic attraction".

The not-so-spacious bathroom was still filled with mist. The cold metallic smell of Lorraine and the ambiguous warm steam were like two walls, and she was forced to be sandwiched in the middle. She knew that Lorraine had used this bathroom before her, and the skin exposed in front of her at this moment was not only the hands that were usually tightly wrapped in black leather gloves, but also the scarred arms.

Before she washed his hair, Ivy noticed that the veins on his arms weren't as noticeable yet.

At this moment, Lorraine looked gloomy. The black shirt could not cover the inner side of his arms, which were full of blood vessels and the bones of his wrists were clearly visible. He maintained an almost cold balance between outburst and restraint.

Damn genetic attraction.

Ivy thought she should get angry at him, come up with more sharp sarcasm, and harsh words to respond to him. She wanted to treat him as a disgusting enemy, a proud and arrogant guy, but her eyes and sense of smell faithfully conveyed the message "he is very good" to her brain. This kind of "blindness" close to instinct made Ivy more and more irritated, as if her body was out of her control, and even her vision was -

Stay fixed on each other.

She finally felt what Lorraine called "fatal attraction".

It turns out that this is the feeling he has been experiencing for such a long time.

It's completely and utterly against reason.

Ivy's silence did not stop his next move. Lorraine raised his hand and tucked the wet hair that was stuck to her cheek behind her ears. The two of them breathed in unison at this moment. In Lorraine's sight, they looked like small flowers wet by the rain.

This was the second time that Lorraine felt deeply sorry for herself.

Last time, she was handcuffed and severely interrogated by those incompetent police officers.

Not this time, she just stood there, and even attacked him with sharp words -

"I know how bad it is to have a high genetic match," Ivy said. "It's completely against reason and conscience. You don't care about my appearance or my personality. You don't want to know what I'm thinking, nor do you want to know my hobbies or what I like to eat. You don't pay attention to the books I read, nor do you understand my ideals... You just need an outlet to vent your anger, you need a 'wife', even if that wife is not me, even if the person who is highly matched with you is someone else."

As she spoke, she clenched her hands at her sides into fists.

It's not about charging up, nor will it punch Lorraine in the face.

"Don't understand? Don't care? Don't pay attention?" Lorraine said, "Your thoughts are written on your face every day. Your greatest interest is watching videos introducing various weapons. Your favorite fruit is cherry, and your most commonly eaten vegetable is iceberg lettuce. The magazine you often subscribe to is "First District Military Online News". Your greatest dream is to become the captain of an expedition team and become a hero admired by the younger generation. "

Ivy's lips were dry.

"The first time was definitely an accident," he continued, his eyes clear, stroking her wet hair. "It wasn't the place I expected."

"You didn't deny the point of releasing Xingyu," Ivy took a deep breath, looked up at him stubbornly and proudly, water dripping down her cheeks and neck. She pretended to be relaxed and said, "It doesn't matter, I feel good anyway."

Lorraine's expression, which had just calmed down, turned completely cold because of these words.

"…So just replace me. I won't say anything sweet," Ivy once again mentioned the words that made Lorraine angry, "or, take my sample and customize it——"

Before she could finish her words, Lorraine pinched her cheek. The sudden impact caused Ivy's soft mouth to hit her teeth. The tip of her tongue suddenly hurt. She hoped that she would not break it. In the wasteland, it was difficult to eat fresh vegetables during the adventure. She could only rely on the balanced element tablets in the meals. In this case, any small wound in the mouth would develop into a sour and painful ulcer.

She had to look Lorraine in the face.

"I can't explain to you the relationship between 'high genetic attraction' and you and me now," Lorraine looked a little annoyed, but after a moment, he adjusted his expression well and became his cold and arrogant self again. "I have never ordered, nor do I have any intention of ordering a companion robot."

"Yeah," Ivy said, "You seem to be pretty good at making android slaves, after all."

"Because those are not human beings," Lorraine stared at her closely, "You and I are the same kind."

"Isn't this the same thing as what I said? I am a clone, and you can also clone someone who is exactly like me, or even more docile and obedient, who can perfectly meet all your preferences and will not go against your wishes. Just like all your android slaves, you can use this easier and more controlled way to solve your physiological needs. Teacher, daddy, even master, you can hear everything you want to hear. Isn't it better than me, the guy who threatens you?"

"Stop," Lorraine said expressionlessly. His neck and the back of his hands had turned a bloody red due to anger. "Do you know what you are saying?"

Ivy said, "Not only do I know, I am very clear about it. I am even clear enough to remember what you taught me during the first class - after the class is over, our teacher-student relationship will be automatically terminated. Who has been acting as a teacher for so long, regardless of day or night, and not caring whether he is in bed or not?"

Lorraine said: "I only acknowledge you as my student."

"Because we're perfect in bed?" Ivy said. "Should I just be so hypocritical and say, 'Sir, it's my honor.'"

Lorraine frowned: "You have always had a deep prejudice against me. You seem to think that I am a bastard who would cheat on students."

"Because that's what you did," Ivy stepped forward and said, "You are arrogant, cold and ruthless, just like a rigid machine. You are always good at using those beautiful words to satirize those you look down on - including me. I am not qualified to judge your behavior, but I have the right to leave you."

She said, "I'm not your apricot toy, Lorraine Hector."

"You did treat me as your toy, Ivy," Lorraine said solemnly, "Sometimes, some of your actions do confuse me. Perhaps it's the difference in age and growth environment. I admit that we have differences in concepts. You talk about 'cloning' so easily. Is it a lack of education or am I too indulgent to you?"

Ivy asked: "Do you want to continue to blame students as a teacher?"

"It's not a rebuke, it's a correction," Lorraine bowed her head. In the past, this posture was accompanied by kissing, but now, it was to make her hear more clearly, "Student Ivy, do you really know the meaning of apricot toys?"

Ivy said stiffly, "Not for love."

"It's not for love, but we are both willing to do it, so we should be called a couple," Lorraine said, "From the first day you enter the base, you will not get your own dormitory and will be forced to live with me. Do you think you come to my office every day just to make up for your lessons? There are guards patrolling that place, and the soundproofing effect is very good. Even if you get messed up on that table, no third person will know."

He pinched Ivy's cheek and stroked her head with his other hand.

"You won't have any time to study or rest, and you won't even have any ability to think," Lorraine said. "You'll be wearing a gag and hidden under the podium during class. No matter how much you scream, your classmates won't notice you. You can only play with your cock. After class, you want to wear a skirt and go to the cafeteria to have a date with your first love? You won't have any chance to see him, including Song Xu and Song Feng... They will only wonder why you disappear after class."

At this point, Lorraine lowered his head, almost touching her lips, his eyes were crazy and cold: "No one will know that you are tied to the teacher's bed."

Ivy wanted to say something, but she couldn't imagine such a chaotic scene. What Lorraine said was calm and even a little cold, but for her, it was a straightforward shock, no less than the first time she saw the Enpi Otome erotic manga recommended by Lily Qingqing.

"On the basis that this assumption is not true, all your naive and strange ideas will be overturned," Lorraine said, "high genetic matching can't prove anything-"

"Alice," Ivy said, "you should feel it. She is almost the same as me."

"And then?" Lorraine leaned forward. "I'm not a stupid dog like Song Feng. I'm not stupid enough to identify humans by smell."

Ivy stopped talking.

She understood what Lorraine meant.

In his eyes, Alice was not "special"; Lorraine did not think that Alice would replace her - he had sensed her concerns.

Or in other words——

"Don't mention 'clone' all the time. I've already said that it's impossible to clone another 'you'. There is only one Ivy in the world. Cloning is not duplication, and it can never be a substitute," Lorraine said. "You have a special identity, so you should be more cautious about these words. Those little threatening tricks are a bit too stupid... I said that I won't reveal your identity and I will keep it a secret for you... I really don't know what you think about every day in your little head."

When he said the last sentence, he frowned slightly, obviously not quite understanding his young wife's thoughts.

There are many generation gaps between them.

This is not the only one.

The two people who hastily got married because of their high compatibility almost missed the chance to be a match because of their age difference.

They didn't know each other that well, but at this moment they both knew each other a little.

Ivy in the bathroom began to feel a severe lack of oxygen. She was totally unsuitable for having such an emotional argument with others.

Before taking Lorraine's class, she would even tremble with anger and have sore tear glands during arguments, but now, after the class, she can even imitate the other party's sharp language and argue with him back and forth.

She really didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"A high genetic match sometimes doesn't mean a bad thing," Lorraine's voice suddenly softened, his lips lingering beside the corner of Ivy's lips, "... Maybe neither you nor I should resist it. Your body temperature is rising, Ivy."

When he said the first few words, his tone still had the severity of a teacher reprimanding a student. Later on, it slowly softened, while in some places it became even more stubborn than a rock.

Ivy couldn't deny it.

Her natural insensitivity was gradually dissipating, just like someone had dispersed the white fog that shrouded her mind. Now the smell of Lorraine made her thirsty, and there was a thick fire in her chest, clamoring wildly, wanting to vent it out thoroughly through another way.

Her back once again pressed against the cold, humid wall. Lorraine lifted her up steadily with one hand and stroked her cheek with the other. He held her with a frown, and only relaxed his brows when he could feel her every inch. Ivy shuddered. Lorraine's expression was so serious that it seemed like he was testing her. His face was cold, but his hands were hot. Just like his long-suppressed emotions, even if he occasionally lost control and exploded, he would always remain calm and quickly adjust his emotions.

Her emotions are always moved by Lorraine.

But she couldn't influence him.

This is so unfair.

"You're always so nervous," Lorraine said. "Where's the energy you had when you argued with me? Why is it gone?"

Having said that, he struck the final blow and patted Ivy's cheek lightly, asking her to look at him with her eyes that had suddenly lost focus.

"Speak, Ivy."

Ivy couldn't say anything, but the doorbell rang.

The message-generating robot quickly relayed Yu Mo's voice outside the door.

"Ivy," he said, "the formal divorce papers have been prepared. Do you want to see them now?"