Chapter 149 Puppy
"Where are you going?" the voice asked.
Samuel was stunned for a moment, and his originally cautious movements suddenly became bolder. He didn't care whether the person talking would be woken up by him - he probably hadn't slept in the first place - he put on his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up.
A pair of warm arms wrapped around his waist, preventing him from moving.
"Let go." Samuel said impatiently.
"No." His tone was firm, but his voice was soft.
The hand around Samuel's waist gradually moved upwards, quietly touching the not-so-thick chest muscles, and the body got closer and closer, and the hot, moist breath sprayed on the back of Samuel's neck.
Samuel felt a weight on his shoulders, and a big head leaned over him heavily, carefully licking his skin that was exposed because of the large collar of his shirt, with heavy attachment.
Like an animal, like a dog.
In short, he is not a human being, not a living person.
But that heavy heartbeat is clearly something that only a living person would have.
What was dancing in his heart?
Samuel took a deep breath, struggled with his arms to break free from the person holding him, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face." Then he left without looking back.
As he expected, he had just walked into the bathroom and poured cold water on his face when he looked up again. The mirror reflected not only him but also a clingy puppy.
To be precise, it was a guy with a brain broken as a dog, Samuel's nominal stepson, Arnold.
The Arnold who was clinging to him now was completely different from the person in Samuel's memory and the person who had his heart ripped out in the basement.
His upper body was naked, his muscular body appearing jade-like in the moonlight; his skin was pale, as pale as death—he had indeed been dead for a day—and there was a twisted, centipede-like suture scar on his chest, which looked quite fresh; his lower body was still covered in shorts, but his bare feet brought him back into the ranks of the terrifying upright apes.
"Mother..." Arnold's big golden eyes were clear and stupid, and the grievance in them was about to overflow.
Samuel's face darkened instantly: "Shut up!"
Arnold was yelled at and fell silent for a moment.
Samuel rolled his eyes and started gargling.
He was really convinced.
Last night, in this very place, he was pressed on the cold tiles by Arnold. This young man, who should have been buried in the ground, was like an innocent puppy, rubbing and sniffing all over Samuel's body.
The incident happened suddenly and Samuel was frightened. He had no time to think and struggled subconsciously.
He didn't understand Arnold's strange condition at all, nor did he understand why there was something wrong with Arnold's movements and expressions. In a panic, he slapped Arnold in the face.
Arnold immediately stopped exploring him, let out a wronged, animal-like whimper from his throat, pursed his lips, and looked at him pitifully.
Samuel could clearly see some guilt.
In fact, whether in the memory of his original body or in the fleeting glimpse of him in his beautiful, strong and miserable state in the basement, Arnold is undoubtedly a handsome young man.
He has passionate fiery red hair, which looks as dark red and mellow as aged wine in the dark room. His eyes shine like gold, and his facial features should be from the hands of a sculptor. Every turn of his face is breathtakingly handsome.
Although he had a cunning appearance, he looked like a poor puppy whose enthusiasm was rejected. Samuel finally realized that something was wrong.
Is he not dead? Did Bishop Cassius and the butler deceive me?
Why did you lie to me? What's wrong with Arnold's crazy behavior?
Samuel didn't understand yet. He just felt soft-hearted because of the young man's aggrieved expression, and subconsciously touched the dog's head.
Then, he was treated even more enthusiastically by the puppy - during the struggle just now, the collar of his shirt accidentally came apart, revealing a large area of his chest.
The white flesh and faint black lines, under the cover of night, have a kind of beauty of plump skin squeezed out from the black fishnet stockings.
A young man who had just awakened his puppy personality and was in the body of a newborn who was dependent on his mother swallowed hard.
He seemed to smell some gentle body fragrance.
So the puppy didn't think about it and bit it with a loud noise.
Samuel: “…”
Samuel was stunned at first, but the wet and gentle touch on his chest quickly brought him back to his senses.
Samuel was very upset. He tried to hold back, but even this tiny concession made a puppy that was happily sucking feel a sense of danger, so it became even more excited.
fed up.
Samuel ended this ridiculous scene with another loud slap.
…
Ten minutes later, Samuel finished washing up quickly with a gloomy face. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, looking coldly at a red-haired puppy squatting on the ground, forcing its chin to rest on his knees.
Samuel was sure that Arnold's brain was really broken.
You can fake amnesia, but you can’t fake eyes as clear as a college student’s.
"Arnold, do you remember what happened?" Samuel asked.
After calming down, Samuel realized that if he, Bishop Cassius, and the butler were in a Rashomon, then Arnold, who had now "resurrected from the dead", was the one who truly knew the truth?
The premise is that Arnold remembers it.
Samuel really wanted to shake his shoulders and ask him whether his father was dead or not, but he held back and only asked a relatively mild question.
In Samuel's eyes full of encouragement and expectation, Arnold shook his head and replied, "I don't remember."
After a few seconds, he added in a tone that seemed to be asking for credit: "But I remember you, mother."
After a brief silence.
"Why would I take a fool seriously?" Samuel muttered. "My brain is broken."
After saying that, he yawned, threw back the quilt and lay down on the bed.
The journey took only one day, and so many things happened from last night to tonight, none of which were easy. Samuel was exhausted both physically and mentally.
He was already poisoned and was on the brink of death. Now that he was sure that Arnold would not threaten his life, he was miraculously more relaxed facing this young man who was looking at him with puppy-like affection than when he was facing his original body's old lover, Bishop Cassius - probably because he felt that Bishop Cassius might hide something from him because of his personal stance, but a silly red-haired puppy would not bite its mother.
Thinking of this, Samuel ignored Arnold and fell asleep.
But he was still careless and didn't expect that the puppy actually had bad intentions.
Especially the hungry little puppies.
Just like now, after groping around all night, the puppy found that his mother ignored him, and the puppy would suddenly start to eat milk quietly at night.
Originally, he just wanted to sleep close to his mother, in her arms, but he was tempted by the warm fragrance of his mother's body and couldn't help but let out a sigh.
But he was gentle, careful, and loving.
It was not until dawn that the black-haired beauty moaned and was about to wake up. She reluctantly opened her mouth and closed her eyes to pretend to be asleep.
And now we have the scene.
…
Spitting out the mouthwash in his mouth, Samuel braided his long black hair into a thick pigtail in front of the mirror.
The man in the mirror was beautiful, but his beauty was strange.
Samuel felt bad even if he looked at the black lines on his body for a second longer. He ignored the puppy clinging to him pitifully in the mirror, and went back to the bedroom without looking around to smooth out all the fabrics that showed signs of use.
After making sure that there was no sign of anyone using the room, Samuel finally showed mercy and decided to ask about the whereabouts of his cheap stepson.
"Where do you go during the day?" asked Samuel.
Arnold tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying, "We need to go back to the edge of the woods and lie down in a dark wooden box. We can't be exposed to the sun."
I see. The setting is similar to that of a vampire, who has to live in a cemetery, sleep in a coffin, and cannot see the light.
Samuel nodded: "Then go ahead, be careful, wait for me here at night, and be careful not to be discovered."
"Okay, mother." Arnold behaved very obediently. "Goodbye, mother."
After saying that, Arnold bit his finger and quickly drew an alchemy array on the wall. A purple light flashed and he disappeared.
The refining array on the wall also disappeared without leaving any trace.
"Huh?" Samuel was shocked.
Is this what is called genius? Even if the brain is broken, the knowledge is still firmly engraved in the depths of memory.
At least Samuel, who is also a genius, can't do that.
Samuel thought thoughtfully.
In just a short while, the sky was completely bright. No wonder the clingy red-haired puppy was in such a hurry to leave.
I wonder if he will turn into ashes if exposed to the sun?
Or does your skin shine like diamonds?
Samuel's thoughts wandered slightly.
However, although the sky was bright, there was little sunshine. Dark clouds covered the sky early in the morning, and it was gloomy as if something big had happened.
Samuel didn't think much about it. He gently turned the ring on his hand and instantly flashed back to his own room.
The room was no different from when he left yesterday afternoon, but Samuel was sure that the butler had definitely come in - to observe whether he really went into the basement to treat the gentleman's injuries, or hid back in the room to hide from others.
Samuel mainly studied the teleportation array yesterday afternoon. He used his room as the original anchor point and the gold bracelet on his wrist as the medium. As long as the anchor point was still there, he could return to his room from any place that was not too far away.
Teleporting to unfamiliar places is more troublesome and is one-way and disposable. That's why he went to the bathroom to wash his skin yesterday because the magic circle burned his skin after use, and happened to run into Arnold.
Samuel deliberately made some signs of use in the room, then ran to the bathroom to take a shower. During the process, he saw the miserable state of his chest, and the hot water irritated some areas where the skin was slightly broken. Samuel was so angry that he cursed loudly. Then he changed into pajamas and lay back on the bed, intending to take another nap.
He hoped that no rude bishop would break into his room today, and the housekeeper had better be respectful and not come in without knocking like a master.
He also has privacy.
Samuel swore that if anyone dared to make trouble for him today, he would portray himself as the vicious stepmother who held her husband's life in her hands and give those relatives with ulterior motives a good beating.
Well... if I have time in the afternoon, I will buy some dog training books and study how to educate puppies and train them into loyal dogs.
A stupid puppy like Arnold, who is not very smart but very strong, is best used as a guard dog.
It would be a waste if you don't want the golden finger.
Thinking of this, Samuel allowed himself to fall into a deep sleep again, tempted by the soft goose down pillow.
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