Chapter 028 | Is 0028 enough, my cloud?
After calling out to Wu Xian, Hobert remained silent, offering only a brief but profound message.
—The master is here.
It turns out she misunderstood her master, thinking he was going to stop her!
Wu Xian was so fickle; her shallow love would turn into doubt and then return to sweetness in the next moment, and her growing annoyance would vanish without a trace.
Wu Xian was still trembling, and she had to call out something.
"Owner."
When she's nervous, she imagines another wild and dangerous figure in her mind, someone who gives her endless security. He has a sexy scar at the corner of his eye, and she'll kiss it and lick it with her tongue.
The owner should look like this.
"Cloud, your master is here, what do you want to do?"
But now that Hobert was responding in her ear, the master in her mind gradually became blurred.
Mr. H was forgotten and replaced.
The new owner is gradually taking root in her flesh and blood.
He had platinum blonde hair, a cold and deep face, impeccable clothing, and inhumanly handsome features. He often smiled at Wu Xian, but remained calm in the face of her unreasonable behavior.
This is Hobart.
He didn't stop Wu Xian's dangerous behavior; he just asked her questions as if what she was doing was perfectly normal.
"I want to stab you, Master." Even though it was Wu Qian who made the decision for herself, she didn't speak with confidence; instead, she choked up.
Is it really necessary to do this?
"must."
"Absolutely," Hobart said, "you can do it."
He told Wu Xian, "Do what you want to do, your master is here."
Wu Xian now practically grips the knife in her hand, an action that makes the act of "cutting" more aggressive, turning the utensil used to process food into a weapon.
Her body was still trembling, but she almost viciously plunged downwards!
The knife tip pierced the flesh, but that was all. The design of the cutlery prevented it from hurting anyone. In the hands of Wu Qian, that clumsy child, it was ridiculously dull, only scratching her skin and drawing a little blood from her capillaries.
Hobert pressed his thumb down and gently wiped it, as if erasing a pencil mark with an eraser, leaving the area smooth as new. "Is that enough, my cloud?"
With a clang, Wu Qian threw the item on the ground. A thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, the dampness making it hard to breathe. Wu Qian gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.
"Cloud, relax." The master called her name again. He didn't pursue the knife that had gone off track, nor did he care about Wu Xian's loss of composure. Everything was under his control.
"Relax," he commanded, soothing Wu Qian's emotions.
The poor little dog snuggled into its owner's arms, wiping its face with his expensive hand-embroidered tie, and even then complained, "It's so prickly." "It's really not very nice."
The puppy's cheeks were so tender that its owner could only kiss away its tears.
Hobert stepped over the slender figure and picked up the second set of cutlery that had been prepared beforehand. He commanded, "Open your hands, cloud."
After Wu Xian did as he was told, he slowly guided her to cut the steak.
The owner has a knack for preparing animal meat. He cuts along the grain, using the knife tip and blade skillfully to easily divide the steak into neat pieces.
The knife in his hands displayed a sharpness that Wu Qian could not provide.
Wu Xian was led by the movement, her eyes fixed on the cuts in the beef, where pink blood was slowly seeping out. With a gentle press of the fork, the blood would be squeezed out and gradually cover the snow-white plate.
"So beautiful." She cut it, her master cut it, her master guided her to cut it.
Hobart released his grip with the final pull, but Wu Qian's strength was insufficient to hold onto the two sharp blades that had been used to cut the animals. With a crisp sound, they fell casually onto the plate.
"Reach out your hand."
Wu Xian stretched out her hands, and Hobert meticulously wiped them clean, starting from the base of her palms, before cleaning himself with another handkerchief.
“I can lick it clean for my master,” Wu Xian offered.
Hobert chuckled. "Next time, Cloud. We need to eat first."
Then, fingers the color of a plaster statue picked up a piece of meat and brought it to Wu Xian's lips. Blood dripped down, and the aroma of rust mixed with charcoal instantly enveloped her.
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Dog Diary
Lick, lick, lick, lick your master, sticking out your tongue to lick your fragrant master.
Puppies have tongues, and they can eat their owners.
The puppy sees, the puppy wants, the puppy gets, the puppy licks its owner.
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