tasty

No matter where, whether in a safe zone or not, Lorraine's dormitory is as simple as ever.

The quilt is always folded neatly, and the sheets have no wrinkles at all, as smooth as a model room in a furniture showroom.

Housekeeping robots will not fold quilts like this. Many people prefer a cozy home environment and will fold their quilts into soft and comfortable fluffy buns. Lorraine folds the quilts into neat small square stones with sharp corners.

After Lorraine said that, Ivy's logic became a little confused.

She was even confused by the other party: "I feel like something is wrong."

"Where?"

"...I can't really explain it, but it just doesn't seem right," Ivy said. "Uh, have you heard of the story of Jing Ke assassinating Qin?"

"What?"

"The real purpose is to show the real purpose," Ivy thought, and she immediately accused Lorraine, "I am willing to help you, you should be grateful to me, instead of repaying kindness with hatred!"

"Marrying me is hatred to you?"

"…Because my first marriage was very hasty," Ivy said, "I certainly wouldn't want to get married for such a reason. Although I haven't been married for a long time, the normal reason for getting married would definitely not be because of this - besides, marriage still requires a cooling-off period."

Lorraine listened to Ivy calmly the whole time. When she came to the latter part, he asked, "If there is no cooling-off period for marriage, would you agree?"

“Teacher, your ability to grasp the key points is just like when you highlighted the key points for us before the test…”

"Student Ivy," Lorraine said, "I don't remember giving you any important instructions, but the base strictly prohibits such behavior."

"Yeah," Ivy said, "so you never get the point either."

Lorraine's new dormitory made her feel oppressed, or rather, every dormitory in Lorraine was like this, too rigid, too disciplined, without any emotion, and coldly and perfectly completed one thing. Just like Lorraine himself, except that he had no emotion, he was impeccable, but now was his biggest flaw. He would strictly and even brilliantly take on all responsibilities, limited to responsibility, and Ivy could not feel any emotion from him.

Feelings seemed to be a burden to him, the last thing he needed.

When it comes to love, he is a miser.

Lorraine did not continue to talk about the benefits of marriage, but just asked Ivy: "Are you thirsty?"

"Don't change the subject," Ivy imitated his usual tone and warned sternly, "Teacher Lorraine, I am the one pointing out your mistakes now."

Lorraine said, "Your lips are dry, what do you want to add to your water? You can't drink tea at night, but I have rose mulberry here, which is suitable for girls. Or, do you want to add some red dates?"

"I don't want red dates," Ivy said. "Why do you have tea for girls here?"

"The divorce hasn't been announced yet," Lorraine said. "Some friends sent it to me. They heard that my wife was also fighting in the wasteland, and they thought you might need it, too."

Ivy said, "I'm not your wife anymore!"

"I know," Lorraine said, "but these things are for you."

Ivy did not continue to try to argue with the other party. That was too stupid, even stupider than chatting with Song Feng.

Lorraine made some rose and mulberry water and added a little bit of sugar. Ivy drank it in one gulp and found that Lorraine's hands had changed color slightly.

His skin, which was covered all year round, was actually very white, whiter than many men who love beauty and always wear parasols and wrap themselves tightly when traveling. He had a low body fat percentage, and his palms had a strong sense of bone. The high fever made his hands appear a crimson color.

Especially the scar on it, which is a darker blood red than the surrounding skin.

Lorraine clasped her hands together to cover the scars on them and frowned: "What are you looking at?"

“Scars,” Ivy said, “are beautiful.”

"It's incredible," he said, "that you never mentioned that you liked imperfections."

Ivy was shocked: "You think scars are defects?"

She suddenly understood the reason why Lorraine had clasped her hands just now: "You always wear black gloves to cover your scars. Is it because of inferiority complex?"

"I don't want to come into contact with stupid people," Lorraine said. "Stupidity is contagious, and there are too many stupid people in this world to be dangerous."

Having said that, Ivy leaned over, lowered her head, and suddenly rushed in front of Lorraine.

"Let me see," she said, "If you are not feeling inferior, then let me see the scar on your hand."

"You should go," Lorraine raised his voice. "I've said before that stupidity is contagious. Xin Lan has unfortunately been infected. I can't believe that he would give you the pass at this moment—"

"Teacher, can you please not be so arrogant?" Ivy interrupted him, "What did Xin Lan do wrong? He told me politely and frankly that you were not feeling well, and gave me the access card, letting me choose. It was me who chose to come in, not him who knocked me out and brought me here."

"You don't know what's going to happen," Lorraine said. "He knows, and—"

"And what? Because he's older, or because he's a android? Because he knows all your secrets, and I know nothing about you?" Ivy said, "Well, I don't really want to know. After all, as your wife, I didn't have the right to know those things, not to mention that I'm just your 'ex-wife' now."

Lorraine said: "Your eloquence is getting better and better."

"It's all thanks to you, teacher," Ivy found that she had learned the other's 'polite yet sharp sarcasm', "I'm not even one tenth as good as you, teacher. Your beautiful language is beyond my reach."

"Get out," Lorraine said, and Ivy's presence filled the room with the fresh smell of coconuts. "You can still leave now—"

"You've said this several times tonight," Ivy said. "How about this?"

She frowned and looked at Lorraine: "I've already said it, it doesn't matter, we're both very happy anyway, and I'm not at a loss."

"What's wrong with that?" Lorraine said unhappily, "You've already treated me as your custom-made baby doll?"

He thought of Yu Mo's words.

Yu Mo said, you have been marked by Ivy.

You smell like her, like everything she owns.

Lorraine hated this kind of subordinate relationship, or in other words, this kind of relationship where someone was above him.

"You seem particularly arrogant tonight," Lorraine said. "Can I know what gave you the courage? My indulgence of you? That made you think you had the right to come and go here at will?"

"It's not arrogance, it's awareness," Ivy said, "I just realized why I disliked your naturally revealed arrogance for so long. No, to be exact, I finally realized the source of your arrogance."

Lorraine said nothing.

He was really in pain, physically and psychologically, even more than the tormenting battles he had endured in the past, more than every beating and torture he had endured in his childhood, more than the pain of having his wrist sprained for the first time, more than the torment of having his leg sawed off in order to survive...

"You seem to be used to being a 'superior' and a 'leader'," Ivy said, "Has no one ever disobeyed your orders? Or is it that too many people worship you, look up to you, and rely on you? Whether in battle or in school, there are always people praising you, and as long as you say something, they will strictly execute it - so you are so arrogant and think that as long as you want it, you will not fail. Everything is within your reach, everything is easy."

Lorraine said: "Not necessarily. Some people just don't listen to me."

"Because I don't owe you anything. You helped me keep the secret, and I will keep my mouth shut about Xin Lan and the other androids you raise," Ivy straightened her chest. "Now I'm not your student, nor your wife. I appreciate your help, but there are some things I won't accept. I don't want to owe you a favor."

Lorraine really didn't want to hear the words "owing someone a favor". Such language seemed to make all his actions seem to have ulterior motives.

Although sometimes it is true.

"So what are you doing here tonight?" Lorraine said, "You're conflicted."

At this point, he stood up, leaned down, and looked into her clear eyes: "Student Ivy, you started by saying thank you, and now you start to blame me... You are so aggressive, is this your unique way of thanking me? It's really unique."

Ivy choked for a moment before saying, "It's all because of your attitude... You divorced, and then you made it sound so easy to remarry, as if it was a joke in your eyes. I don't like it."

Lorraine was silent for a moment.

Her clear expression made him frown slightly.

"I see," said Lorraine, "so—"

"So," Ivy said quickly, "it's true that I hate your arrogance, but it's also true that I want to help you today."

"Should I suggest that you be awarded a District 1 Good Samaritan Award?" Lorraine said, "You say you hate me, but you don't refuse intimacy - are you sure you are not M?"

Ivy responded: "You refuse to have sex before marriage, but you do that after marriage...Are you sure you are not a pervert?"

"Okay, just think of me as a pervert," Lorraine said, "I don't want to practice my eloquence with you tonight--"

Before she could finish her words, Ivy suddenly approached her and raised her hand. Through her black, serious military pants, Lorraine froze, even a little angry, and sternly pushed her restless hand away.

He said, "Don't be silly."

"Is it nonsense?" Ivy spread her hands and put her palms on his face. "It burned me just now, Teacher Lorraine. You seem to be righteously scolding me, but what are you thinking? It's so hot."

She was even a little happy!

Oh my god, was she broken, or were Lorraine's emotions too mechanical? This was even the first time Ivy saw Lorraine's expression like this, pretending to be calm, even a little angry and scolding her, because she was unhappy with her "offense" -

Now the other side looks delicious.

It’s really delicious.

It is not a rigid machine, but the emotions that naturally flow out when a program goes wrong or an accident occurs.

Ivy suddenly wanted to see more.

She really wanted to know other sides of Lorraine, his different emotions. She was curious and wanted to see if he would be completely enraged, whether he would be able to resist temptation firmly, or... ?

She wanted to see him "fail".

Lorraine narrowed her eyes: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to help you," Ivy stared at him and smiled slowly, "You seem to be very resistant to being touched. Have you never experienced the feeling of losing control, teacher?"

Lorraine said, "Don't try to flirt with me with such childish talk, it won't do any good, Ivy."

Ivy doesn't think so.

She felt like she had found Lorraine's sore spot. No, it wasn't a sore spot. For so long, each time the two of them had sex, it was almost always the other who took the lead. Although it was also very happy, Ivy always felt that it should be mutual.

——Just like tempting a conservative and upright person to break the rules, there will be a unique pleasure.

Why did Lorraine always have to be so superior and complete the affair with her? Why couldn't he let her take the initiative and let her drag Lorraine down with her? Did he have to remain a leader forever? Why couldn't he be as obsessed with her as she was with him?

The anger and arguments just now turned into a strange stubbornness at this moment.

"Really?" Ivy said, "But, teacher, you seem to be unable to hold back now..."

As she spoke, she took off her socks, stepped barefoot on the ground, and took a few steps forward.

Ivy vaguely remembered that the other person liked to touch her feet, and several times he touched her until she got angry before letting her go.

Lorraine looked grim, but his military pants gave him away.

Ivy grabbed his wrist accurately, lowered her head, and her hot breath fell on the scar on the back of his hand. Lorraine frowned unhappily, but before pulling away, she suddenly leaned over and gently licked the ugly scar on the back of his hand.

"Teacher," Ivy said, "you taste really salty right now."