Chapter 004 | 0004 Would he assault and rape her?
Wu Qian stood up and followed the man she had only met once into the house.
She had no sense of crisis whatsoever, paid no attention to her surroundings, and was even less concerned about what would happen next.
what happens?
Suddenly grab her, rape her, shave her head, or... eat her flesh? If this foreign man is willing to wear red contact lenses, then Wu Qian is willing to offer herself.
Or rather, she was trembling slightly because of this outrageous erotic fantasy, and even a little wet.
She would crave such rough treatment.
“Hobert…”
"ah?"
Wu Xian was brought back to her senses by the sound. She shifted her gaze from his green eyes to his lips.
It was open and closed, slightly thin, and very pale in color, with two equally sharp blades. Its outline was almost perfectly aligned with the sculpture, and just by looking at it, you could tell that it could utter words that would please Wu Qian.
Realizing this, Wu Qian took a step back and looked at his entire face. The handsome man had deep-set features, and the shadows cast by the lamplight made him appear inhuman.
She then realized that this person was not only pleasing to the eye, but also to all his facial features.
His hair was platinum blonde, combed to the sides. Although it had the softness typical of foreigners, the black hair on this man made it impossible to imagine her twirling it with her fingers.
He was too dazzling under the lights, which also gave people a sense of aloofness and unapproachability.
Now, the angel statue in this church and the walking David in the art gallery open their mouths and tell Wu Xian.
“Hobert…”
“Hobert…” Wu Qian was like a toddler learning to speak, paying attention to something that interested her and unconsciously repeating it.
“This is my name, Miss Hobert Leonard.”
"Ah!" Wu Qian then realized that it was his name. What a coincidence! It was a pleasant-sounding pronunciation, so she repeated it.
Hobart, she imitated the other person's tone, but it sounded strange when she read it in a female voice. Wu Xian kept repeating it, her lingering posture as if she were reciting a love poem.
It's not out of line for someone to praise a perfect work of art, is it?
She didn't consider whether it was too intimate for two people who had only met once to call each other by their first names, nor did she introduce herself according to social etiquette.
Ushin repeated it many times, but Hobart didn't seem annoyed. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a friendly smile that emphasized the host's authority.
He waited, stayed with her, and Hobert responded to every call from Wu Xian.
This childish behavior will continue until the eccentric young lady gets tired of the phonics game.
Hobert was a mild-mannered man, according to Wu Qian.
When her throat started to hurt and she had used up most of the saliva in her mouth, she got tired of it.
She stopped as if pressing a pause, standing straight in the hall, quite abruptly.
Wu Xian was still looking around, oblivious to the fact that she always needed others to accommodate her.
Fortunately, Hobart didn't mind. He guided Wu Qian—an unexpected guest—to sit on the sofa, and the black footprints on the white carpet stopped.
Wu Xian's feet were not very clean, but fortunately the homeowner did not pursue the matter.
"Scissors." Wu Qian remembered what she needed, and she demanded it, acting arrogantly and in a very bad manner.
But she wasn't sure if this person would give it to her, and Pei Wenbai was unwilling to give her any sharp objects. He used the phrase "for your own good," which was why she had frantically run out in the middle of the night to find scissors.
"Please wait a moment." After saying this, Hobert left Wu Qian on the sofa.
He looked at Wu Xian as he said this, lowered his head, and spoke in a gentle yet unquestionable and unquestionable manner.
Wu Xian will wait; she is willing to wait. She enjoys the waiting that comes with making a request.
But today she "fell ill," and there are too many factors that could change her mind.
In Hobart's home, there was an old-fashioned clock that needed winding; the noise was particularly noticeable in the quiet environment, "tick-tock, tick-tock..."
Wu Xian couldn't help but put her hand in her mouth, using the sound of biting her nails to mask it.
She was in a particularly bad mood today, probably because she had been looking for scissors for too long. The calm and collected demeanor she usually displayed when dealing with doctors had disappeared, replaced by strange and sensitive behavior, somewhat similar to before.
It's all the eyes' fault!
A tremendous sense of emptiness swept over her, making her afraid. Small bumps appeared on her arms, and the pores on her back felt both cold and hot, with a thin layer of sweat on them.
Wu Xian felt like running away.
This also shows that she felt pressured while interacting with the gentle gentleman Hobert.
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The Puppy's Diary (The Last-Minute Runaway Edition)
I'm inside, very satisfied, let's seduce her a little.
So his name was Hobart. It doesn't matter. I'm satisfied.
The puppy was too pleased and got scared.
They fled.
Attempt.
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