Chapter 092 | 0092 They kissed, sharing the taste of rain.
It's raining today.
Large raindrops poured down from the sky, which was overcast. Wu Qian lay on the ground without turning on the lights, watching the water droplets on the glass.
She rolled over, yearning for her master's touch.
The puppy hates rainy days, especially weather like this now. It always makes her feel bad. She can't quite put her finger on it, but she just doesn't like it. She feels a chill when she sees her tailbone, and her heart aches so much that she wants to go out and bark.
Before Wu Xian went mad, she received a text message from Ivan. That's right, even old-fashioned vampires use cell phones. They communicate using modern software, but rarely; they usually meet face-to-face.
"Miss Wu, the model is already at the door."
It was very brief. Compared to the somewhat verbose instructions given in person, this text message seemed a bit impersonal and purely businesslike.
Wu Qian looked at it for a while before she remembered that she needed a model. She had recently had some inspiration to doodle.
But her real intention was to give Carol to her as a model. Would Ivan understand that? This guy always pretends not to understand!
She stepped on the white paper on the ground to open the door, as if she were playing a game where touching the first piece would result in a loss. Therefore, the process of opening the door was extremely slow and difficult, and she took a long detour.
The model was so slow that she knocked on the door to remind Wu Xian of her presence.
Then it definitely isn't Carol; Carol never cares about waiting.
Wu Xian was somewhat discouraged, but she still opened the door.
There was no platform in front of the Hobart house, so if you stood there waiting for the rain to pour down, the water would just pour down on you. Unfortunately, the mannequin didn't have an umbrella, and he got completely soaked.
When Wu Qian opened the door, he was leaning against the door frame, turned to the side. His short-sleeved shirt was so wet that it clung to his skin, outlining his muscular physique. Rainwater slowly slid down his deep lines.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, now extinguished, the aftertaste of chocolate slowly wafting from its tip, a faint red glow appearing.
The man's hair was wet and clung to his face. Only when Wu Xian came out did he raise his head and meet her gaze. Only then did she notice that he had a pair of dangerous, scarlet eyes.
"Hello, miss, I am..." He had a foreign face, but spoke fluent Chinese. However, because of his expression, the water droplets that fell from his scars when he raised his eyebrows gave his correct tone an exotic flavor.
Wu Xian was almost stunned.
“I am…” He stepped forward, getting closer to Wu Qian, and bent down, his gaze fixed on the young and beautiful employer. His cold aura mingled with the white breath exhaled from Wu Qian’s mouth. “The new model.”
From behind, the man's tall frame almost completely pressed down on Wu Qian. He raised his hand and, with his trembling employer not daring to move, touched her chest.
"Are you satisfied, miss? Hire me."
This foreign man is not a respectable model at all; he's a bastard who seduces his female employers into bed, and he might even swindle all their money and their hearts. You can tell he's dangerous the moment you see him.
The good puppy should push him away and refuse him, but Wu Xian is a greedy puppy.
She took a deep breath, touched her bulging chest muscles, and told the new model, "I have money."
She's rich, so I'll do everything I can to please her. The puppy has money but no heart.
The man smiled, his handsome face becoming even more wild. He swept the stray hairs from his forehead back, bringing his striking features closer to Wu Qian's face. He almost rubbed his cold lips against his employer's.
"Wealthy lady, are you satisfied?"
Wu Xian swallowed hard, nodded blankly, and opened her mouth to say something. So the kiss was taken and deepened.
Surprisingly, the man's breath didn't taste nicotine; it was just cold. The cigarette was merely a display, a prop used to seduce him.
He entwined Wu Xian's tongue deeply with his own, dragging her body slightly outwards. Wu Xian was still standing outside, but her body was already in the rain.
Rainwater streamed down their overlapping faces and into their mouths, shared as their tongues rubbed together. She was soaked, revealing her exquisite curves; her clothes no longer offered any protection, and her bare body rubbed against the man's muscles.
A cold finger had already slipped inside her skirt.
“Miss, my name is Harold.”
Wu Xian's wide pupils constricted at the name, as if she had something she wanted to call out.
"Who are you, miss?"
"I am……"
Just then, a phone rang, and the melody that belonged to someone else made Wu Qian instantly push away the alluring model. "This is Wu Qian. Come in. I'll tell you what to do later."
She rushed over, like a puppy being called.
Harold looked at her as she picked up the phone and called out sweetly to the other end, "Master."
He stepped through the wet footprints, large and small overlapping, and stood not far away, gazing at her.
"Hmm? There's a new model today. Ah... yes, I'm not very satisfied with him. I've already sent him back. Well, goodbye, Master."
Harold laughed. It seemed the new owner wasn't very useful either; the puppy was still thinking about stealing food.
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The Fake Return of Harold: Revenge on the Puppy Who Abandoned Him
The real Harold returns: Pretending to be a model to seduce puppies
Doesn't it remind you a bit of Hobart's first meeting with the puppy? Because back then, Hobart was imitating Harold a little bit.
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