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In the corridor, Xin Lan approached Yu Mo in a friendly manner and changed his "Xiaobao" to a polite "Ivy".

Yu Mo's long silver hair was tied behind his back. The injuries and excessive blood loss made his lips a little white like fragile porcelain. He tilted his face slightly, and the few thin pieces of paper in his hand, which were wrapped in a transparent sealed bag, were quite intriguing.

The documents were carefully folded together, with the sheets of paper facing each other. No handwriting could be seen on them, only faint, seeping marks of ink.

"Is Hector in there?" Yu Mo asked, his face expressionless. "He's with Ivy?"

"Yes," Xin Lan said, "Will asking questions knowing the answer make you feel less embarrassed?"

Yu Mo smiled slowly: "Are you imitating Hector's speech? Oh, sorry, I forgot, I should say, you are imitating Lorraine, and he is imitating Hector."

His green eyes were like melted water under the strong light. Xin Lan could hardly detect the boundary between the pupil color and the white of the eye. This soft and distorted color change made Yu Mo's "inhuman feeling" more obvious. However, the latter seemed to care about nothing. He turned around and stood silently facing the quiet door of the dormitory.

There is a special metal material between the walls and doors here that can block all perspective and detection. Even using thermal redline scanning, it is impossible to tell how many people are behind the door of the room.

Xin Lan raised her hand and politely asked Yu Mo to leave.

"Please don't stand guard at the door like a pervert," Xin Lan said, "I don't think that document is necessary."

Yu Mo suddenly asked: "Has Luo Lin found a way to survive?"

Xin Lan's expression didn't change at all, remaining as if frozen in perfect motion.

"Or trade the chip with me," Yu Mo said, "You can't decipher it... It won't harm Lorraine's interests, but it will be a win-win for both of us - doesn't he want to know what Ivy's brain has done?"

Xin Lan said: "I will tell him."

Yu Mo did not leave.

He stood in front of the door, and saw only a cold and empty silver-white in front of him. The shielding metal completely separated him from Ivy and Lorraine like a sharp knife.

Turning sideways, through the black window at the end of the corridor, Yu Mo saw the empty fields outside and the vast, low-hanging starry sky.

A wilderness where animals and plants are thriving without human intervention.

A wasteland in the eyes of humans, but a free world for other creatures.

With only a wall between them, Ivy was not that free. The only thing she could hold tightly was Lorraine's neck. In order not to slip, she had to try to face the impact, and her double-moon retreat was not a firm hold on the other's body. The other's hand was placed between her and the damp and cold wall, and her spine was ironed by the warmth of his palm, like a roaring fireplace on a snowy day.

He is also like a pine tree in the snow, straight and upright, tall and broad, vigorous and strong. He smells of the cold scent of snow and metal, but when burning, he is a strong fire.

Ever since the message robot faithfully relayed Yu Mo's words, he hasn't spoken a word to Ivy. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and seemed to care about nothing, but he held her hand very tightly, so tightly that she felt she might need to add a small cushion to her safari car tomorrow.

Ivy felt like she needed to say something more.

The shower was tightly closed, but the occasional splashing sound of rain could still be heard on the bathroom floor.

The feeling of fullness made her begin to be glad that she didn't eat too much for dinner. The force was so strong that she suspected that the oxygen in her lungs and the food in her stomach would be knocked out. Her short and blunt nails were deeply embedded in her skin. She couldn't help but explain.

"I didn't tell him that I was planning to divorce," Ivy said, "maybe he guessed it..."

This explanation was somewhat weak, and she herself did not sound confident enough.

Lorraine's presence was too obvious. Everything was clearly reflected in the side mirror. A hundred years ago, humans developed this kind of mirror that was so high-definition that it could clearly show every pore from half a meter away, and it also had the function of magnification. Ivy clearly saw that Lorraine's pink turned into deep purple because of anger, like the roots of a hundred-year-old tree, and like a vine that had lived for dozens or hundreds of years. The overly sharp contrast brought a huge visual impact, just like the first time she saw the strong beast and Princess Belle in a fairy tale. The difference in size and strength was too great. Lorraine could hold her up with one arm, but Ivy couldn't push him out even an inch even if she used her legs and hands. She turned her head and continued to tell Lorraine her guess.

"You also said that you can guess what I'm thinking," Ivy said, "Yu Mo is very smart--"

"Are you sure you want to emphasize that he is smart at this time?" Lorraine pressed against her, his spinel-like black eyes becoming darker. "Look who is in front of you now."

Ivy was speechless. Her slightly bulging breasts were reflected in the mirror.

The words broke in my throat.

"Should I open the door and shoot him now?" Lorraine stroked her cheek. "It's like he has a locator installed on you. He can find you anytime and anywhere, and he can always jump out at the right time to disrupt our communication."

For the first time, Ivy realized how ambiguous the word "communication" was. Perhaps the mirror was visualizing all of this. The water on the tiles rushed to the drain, and the coconut juice dripped onto the clean white ground, blending in with it. She knew she wouldn't get hurt, but every muscle in her body reminded her of what had happened. The home was completely occupied, and the intruders had no remains to linger in it. Lorraine looked like a beast in his rage, and she couldn't tell whether his unhappiness at the moment was due to genetic attraction or another very slim possibility.

She was almost suffocating.

The spine about three fingers wide above the waist almost bore all the pressure, and the tear glands were completely destroyed, and tears fell uncontrollably. This time the tears were not as embarrassing as last time. Lorraine touched the "birthmark" on her head, and the expression on her face was obscure.

"I don't know," Ivy finally breathed after he stepped back a little. She struggled to get off, but Lorraine still pressed her down without question. Her eyes went dark, and before her perception reached her brain, she smelled the surging smell of coconuts, like a gun hitting ten coconuts in a row. The bursting summer fragrance made her explanation seem insignificant. "...How would I know? We don't even spend as much time together as you and I do now."

Lorraine said: "No wonder he's like a hot-tempered dog every day."

If the other party's gun was not still in her hands, Ivy would definitely accuse him of his "arrogance and rudeness" again.

He is very good at using the word "dog" to humiliate those men, Song Xu, Song Feng, and now Yu Mo.

Lorraine's hand slowly moved up, accurately pressing her sacrum, where there was a small depression, a sacral depression, which was present in about 10% of people. Ivy's parents were worried that she had spina bifida occulta, and spent a lot of extra money on the examination. Now that he touched her, Ivy instinctively wanted to push him away, but her hand was pressed tightly against his chest, unable to move. She frowned, and her breathing became even more uncomfortable.

"You can laugh at me if you want," Ivy panted slightly, "I don't care. I have a D gene anyway."

"I never trusted any genetic assessment," Lorraine said in a deep voice, his eyes lowered, "There should be a tail here, like a leopard, or a white tiger--"

Ivy interrupted him angrily: "You never said you liked this kind of thing! You sultry pervert!"

"Only a primary school student like you would expose everything, regardless of whether the other party is trustworthy or not," Lorraine said, "that's why you were deceived by Yu Mo's hypocrisy."

Ivy felt that this quarreling conversation was familiar, and Lorraine obviously didn't want to continue this fruitless argument. He noticed another point, that is, Ivy's restrained voice.

She was afraid of being heard by people outside.

This realization was acceptable to Lorraine intellectually, but very unpleasant emotionally.

The space was too narrow and restricted, so Lorraine let go of her, leaned over, and wiped the coconut juice along her ankles. The edges of the opened coconuts could not be aligned perfectly, so they inevitably spilled everywhere.

Ivy ran away, but was carried by Lorraine and thrown onto the soft quilt that he had rolled into a tofu block. She sensed his intentions, and even without thinking about it, she sensed what Lorraine was going to do. The suspense and the feeling of near death she saw in the mirror just now made her a little scared. She had to admit that she was a little too hypocritical, just like drinking a bottle of ice cola to quench your thirst in the hot summer, which was very happy, but it did not rule out the possibility of sudden death.

She was completely countered, and she didn't want Yu Mo to hear her, but unfortunately Luo Lin always found a way to make her speak. At this moment, he was more severe and anxious than before because of jealousy, so much so that Ivy even thought, "If I die at this time, will it be considered martyrdom?"

Ivy was so angry that she called Hector several times, but she soon realized that today's password was not effective.

This time Lorraine didn't agree with her on a stopping word.

The previous one has expired.

She completely lost control of Lorraine.

"Say you love me," he pulled back Ivy's ankle, which was collapsing and crawling, and repeated, "Say you love me, and I'll stop."

Ivy gritted her teeth and said nothing.

She refused to utter such disgraceful and degrading words.

"Very good," Lorraine leaned over, pulled up Ivy's arm, and twisted her arm behind her back. With a pull, her entire upper body rose up, forming a beautiful arc. "I really admire your courage, classmate Ivy."

"Or," he leaned close to her ear and asked coldly, "Xiaobao? Do you like him calling you like that? Are you still thinking about him now?"

Ivy collapsed: "Why are you so jealous? Are you crazy today?"

Later, she shed two more tears, not in pain, but simply crying. The two tear marks sparkled under the light. Lorraine suddenly let go of her hand, and Ivy, who lost her balance, fell face down. She immediately felt Lorraine's hand caressing the marks under her eyes.

"You're confused," Lorraine said. "This place is not only soundproof, but also visually insulated. You can't hear anything from outside."

Ivy was so angry that she kicked his face like she was kicking a hot iron plate. She said, "Anyway, today has once again proved that you and I are together based on genetic attraction, not because of mutual understanding."

Lorraine grabbed her ankle and did not respond to her suggestion: "The rabbit kick is very good. Except that it has no shocking power and no killing power, it has no other disadvantages. It is exactly the same as a rabbit that has just been weaned."

Ivy said, "In short, divorce, divorce, divorce. I don't want all that money or anything like that anymore. I want to divorce you..."

She didn't cry when she got to the end, but she was speaking too quickly and her tongue couldn't stop.

She didn't like herself being dominated by instinct, and she didn't like the current situation. She sued four or five times, and was so embarrassed that she had no self-esteem. Ivy didn't like it. She didn't like herself now, who was sensitive and even worried about gains and losses. She didn't like her inappropriate keen perception. She didn't like the anger and sadness after every quarrel with Lorraine. She didn't like losing her mind every time she faced him. She didn't like always looking at him and being distracted at work. She didn't like having expectations of him.

She doesn't like it.

Expectations that are destined to be disappointed should be dug out from the beginning.

Ivy never dreamed that maybe he would change, nor did she try to change Lorraine.

She would not pluck a rose and devoutly pull out the petals to calculate "Does he love me, does he love me not?"

Love is the most useless thing in this world.

She didn't want to be in such a bad mood.

She was originally a cool warrior who "never took men seriously" as Song Xu said, a victor who would stand up again no matter how many times she was suppressed, a free soul who would gallop in the wasteland, and -

It was Ivy, it was herself.

She doesn't want to be the kind of person whose rationality is affected by emotions.

Lorraine was silent. Without saying a word, he slowly and tightly hugged the trembling Ivy from behind, covered the back of her clenched hand, and held her fingers tightly in a forcing manner, with the tip of his finger pressed tightly against her palm.

He didn't say another word.

…

Two hours later, Yu Mo finally waited for the door to open.

Lorraine, who was dressed neatly and buttoned every button, closed the door after leaving the room.

Yu Mo didn't ask anything, and even kept a polite smile. He handed over the divorce agreement in a transparent document bag: "You and Xiaobao should be able to accept the terms here."

Lorraine said thank you calmly and took the transparent document bag.

The next moment, he raised his hand high and threw the divorce agreement hard into Yu Mo's face.

The blow pierced Yu Mo's eardrum. His face turned to the side and stayed there for two seconds, with blood slowly flowing out from under his nose.

"I'm sorry," said Lorraine, "my hand slipped.