Chapter 005 | 0005 I Want to Make Love with You
Wu Xianxiang got up, leaving another row of outward footprints on the carpet.
She had already lifted her butt off the sofa when her deep voice came through.
"It's been a while, but we've found it. Now sit down, and we'll take care of it, Miss."
Wu Xian had never been so obedient lately. She sat down again, her eyes filled with that damned eye!
Hobart brought over the scissors.
This is a very beautiful work of art, in the 19th-century Neoclassical style, made from a single piece of bronze, with a curved handle that resembles a vine.
Use it to pull open and stretch the flower buds at the junction.
Its overly rustic style makes it look similar to antiques in Western museums.
In fact, the interior design of this villa has a classic feel, quite different from the casual and cluttered style of Wu Qian's home. The owner of the house looks young, and his eyes reveal a deep, understated depth accumulated over time.
match.
This pair of scissors, like Hobart, is perfect and elegant, but it is usually kept in a museum and cannot be accessed.
“You like it, miss.”
Hobart used a definitive statement; he must have noticed the fondness in Wu Xian's eyes. With one hand in his trouser pocket, his overly confident tone created a sense of superiority.
His thin lips parted, and he pronounced the word "it" very softly, as if asking, "Do you like it?"
You like scissors, miss.
You like me, miss.
Wu Xian quieted down, blinked her wet eyes, and nodded obediently.
She liked scissors, and things that resembled their owner.
"If you're going to use it to cut hair, the back three-quarters of the head is a bit small, and it's not easy to do this yourself."
He noticed it, noticed the stains left on Wu Xian's hair. He completely understood the purpose of the scissors—not for a mentally ill person to harm themselves or others, but simply to cut off the soiled hair.
Hobart wouldn't say, "Don't do this, you'll get hurt," he's just raising an objectively existing problem.
This made Wu Qian gasp for breath again. "Yes, hair."
She showed an unprecedented level of obedience.
“I think I should help you; it will be easier that way, and I own the scissors.”
Master… Wu Xian nodded, unable to help but clench her fists. She was having some difficulty breathing, and her face was burning.
The word "master" is too special to her, and it easily evokes certain scenes where her master picks up his scissors to reward or punish her.
Wu Qian's body was tense, neither saying good nor bad.
Hobert stood in front of her, raising his hand almost as if to embrace her. He was very tall; even when Wu Qian was sitting, she couldn't reach his chest while he was standing.
Like prey pinned to the lower abdomen by a wild beast, Wu Xian could smell his cold fragrance, tinged with a hint of rust, which seemed to be dragging her down.
Then, she felt her hair being lifted, and a slightly cold metal brushed against her scalp. She couldn't help but tremble. At the same time, the man's voice rang out, and Wu Xian could resonate through his body.
"Relax, sweetie, relax."
His hand touched her body; it was cold and devoid of warmth, yet Wu Xian felt as if she were about to melt.
She closed her eyes and breathed in rhythm with Hobart. When the scissors snapped shut, she fell forward, her face pressed against the metal button of Hobart's shirt, her vision blurred.
"I relaxed."
"Well done, Miss."
“No, not that,” Wu Xian shook her head. “I’m relaxed.” She was almost completely limp and needed Hobert to hold her so she wouldn’t slip to the ground. She wanted something, but she wouldn’t say it at this moment.
Hobert chuckled softly, like loose snow.
He knew Wu Xian very well; her hidden thoughts were as clear as day, and he could see them clearly without being able to hide them from her.
“Well done, good boy.” Hobert’s pronunciation wasn’t entirely Chinese; it had a slight retroflex consonant and resonance, so Wu Qian didn’t need to use his favorite lullaby.
"Hmm..." Wu Xian let out a satisfied sigh, like a docile sheep showing its slender neck to a wild beast.
She finally couldn't help but blurt out the lewd words she had been fantasizing about since their first meeting at the clinic.
"I want to have sex with you."
She really wanted that, starting tonight, every time a fragment of Hobart flashed through her mind, similar words would come to mind.
She had to have sex with this charming man who was deliberately seducing her.
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The Puppy's Diary (Straightforward Version)
Hobart is definitely seducing the puppy!
The puppy was just doing as he pleased. Hmph, what a clever puppy!
I'll reluctantly take the bait.
I was out for a stroll and found a pair of scissors. What a bargain!
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