Chapter 207 He... cried?
Mental power?
Tong Wanwan shook her head in confusion.
Although it was a familiar word, she really couldn't remember it.
Ivis lowered his eyelids slightly and glanced at Savannah out of the corner of his eye.
As the subordinate who had followed Tong Wanwan the longest, the young man with spiky brown hair was very self-conscious. He walked up to Tong Wanwan, picked up the cat in her arms and walked out.
“Meow meow meow!”
"good."
Savannah looked helpless as she carried the cursing cat away, giving up her private space.
He sincerely hoped that it was Sister Wanwan who came back.
Otherwise, Lord Ives will be disappointed again.
How painful it must be.
…
Elvis was silent for a moment, stood up from the sofa opposite, and sat next to Tong Wanwan.
From the moment he saw this woman while tracking Faye, to the moment he temporarily gave up the chase and instead "snatched" her away and brought her to his side... he had been observing silently.
Ives discovered that she had no resistance to him.
Even after falling into the sea and struggling subconsciously for a while, there was still no trace of disgust or rejection towards him in her eyes.
It was as if... even after losing her memory, she still retained the purest sense of trust in him.
From the beginning to the end, I believed——
He won't hurt her.
but.
Elvis knew very well that the girl who belonged to him had died ten years ago.
ten years.
Elvis's increasingly gloomy gaze moved back and forth on the familiar face of the black-haired woman as if it had substance, and finally landed on her lips, which had become exceptionally rosy after she took a few sips of hot water.
If you look at it for a long time, you will have the urge to rub it with your fingers to make it redder, or to kiss it on the lips.
The man's eyes suddenly sank.
A hint of repressed darkness emerged in the deep golden pupils.
He did not hide his scrutinizing gaze at all, which slid from the side of her face to her beautiful neck as swan-like as a swan.
In the human neck, a little further back on the right side, there is a very thin, fragile and sensitive nerve.
And on the right side of Tong Wanwan's neck, there happened to be a small black mole, dotted on her delicate and fair skin.
It's hard not to be tempted.
She also has this mole on her side.
This body is exactly the same.
Elvis's gaze finally fixed on the tiny, easily overlooked mole.
That look was full of aggression.
He remembered that if he bit that spot of skin with just the right amount of force and licked and played with it with his tongue, the other person's neck would feel itchy, numb, and tingling.
If she was lucky, it would cause her back to tremble and her legs to go weak uncontrollably.
"...Lord Ives?"
Feeling that the silver-haired man's gaze was becoming more and more wanton, Tong Wanwan could no longer sit still and imitated the brother and sister's address and called out.
The word "Sir" immediately pulled Elvis back from his unspeakable wandering thoughts.
He frowned unconsciously and threatened her with a commanding tone as usual, "Change it."
Tong Wanwan tilted her head in confusion: "Change it?"
"Name." He said lightly.
Sir, that's not what she needs to shout.
"Hmm..." Tong Wanwan hesitated for a moment, then called out what she thought was a more natural way, "Mr. Elvis?"
Elvis's brow relaxed slightly.
Although I am still not satisfied, it is much better in comparison.
"Regarding mental power, listen carefully. I won't say it a second time." He whispered.
With his palms spread out, the man materialized his scarlet-gold mental power into a flame floating above his palms. While demonstrating, he explained what mental power was, what its functions were, and how it could be used.
What surprised him was that Tong Wanwan quickly memorized what he said.
When it was her turn to operate, it went very smoothly.
Elvis saw that Tong Wanwan imitated his steps and materialized her small platinum flame.
The true color of this flame is actually light gold, but because this light gold is too light, it appears to be a clear and clean color that is more like silver.
Platinum...
Elvis' pupils suddenly contracted.
He slowed his somewhat disordered breathing and moved his flame closer.
If there is still a chance that the colors of the spiritual powers can be the same by chance, then the degree of spiritual power fusion...
The next second, Elvis' pupils suddenly shrank.
He saw a streak of red gold and a streak of platinum dancing in joy unconsciously as they approached.
Before he could bring it any closer, the two flames suddenly merged together on their own initiative, transforming into a more perfect, purer, and more glorious golden color.
"What a nice view……"
Tong Wanwan was fascinated by what she saw.
She subconsciously thought: I have never seen such beautiful gold.
It is so beautiful that people want to collect it.
"Mr. Ives, why do they..."
Melt together?
Tong Wanwan turned her eyes aside, and before she could finish her words, she was suddenly hugged by Elvis.
The silver-haired man was so strong that Tong Wanwan couldn't help but groan.
The voice was so soft that Elvis paused again.
She felt as if her waist was about to be broken.
The cabin was very quiet. Occasionally, one could hear the sound of waves hitting the bottom of the boat, but more often, there was the man's rapid breathing.
Once, once.
Hard to suppress.
Ivis buried his head in her shoulder, his nose very close to her neck, and his heavy breathing sprayed on the delicate skin of her neck.
Tong Wanwan's earlobes are not only sensitive, her neck is also very sensitive.
Being so close to me, half of my body felt numb.
The weather was not cold, and Daya gave Tong Wanwan a wide-collared white shirt, through which the beautiful curve of her collarbone could be vaguely seen at the neckline.
Elvis hugged her for a long time, and she was made nervous by the man's sudden closeness and intimacy.
The more uncomfortable you are, the hotter you feel.
But... it was so sudden.
She felt some cold water droplets dripping on her shoulders.
It made her shudder suddenly.
"Mr. Ives?"
Why... does it feel like water droplets?
Tong Wanwan was a little bewildered. She wanted to turn her head and glance over to get a clearer look, but the man gently held the back of her head, not allowing her to move an inch.
"Don't look."
There were bloodshot eyes in Elvis's eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red. The hand that was holding Tong Wanwan's waist suddenly tightened.
“…It doesn’t look good.”
Not only were his limbs stiff, but even his jawline was extremely tight.
It's like he's trying hard to suppress his emotions.
After a moment's silence, Elvis finally relaxed a little and said in a low voice, "You're back, Wanwan."
Tong Wanwan was stunned.
The man let go of her hand and looked at her.
Only then did she see the tears that had not yet fallen hanging in his red eyes.
On his cold and hard face, there were still traces of tears that had just passed by, which unexpectedly made it difficult for her to move her eyes away.
This man, who seemed cold and indifferent, like a frozen lake...
Cried in front of her.
(End of this chapter)
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