The pink-haired maid sat in Ash's arms, stretched out her fingers to count Ash's eyelashes, gently bit Ash's earlobe, and rubbed against him in his arms like a snake.

It was very strange that Ash was both intoxicated by Vichy's intimacy and yet felt extremely guilty about himself, just like a student indulging in the pleasure of having fun without doing homework.

He leaned over and pecked the maid's thin lips several times, until Vichy's face turned red, and then he asked: "So, only during the transaction will we pretend to love each other?"

"That's right." Wei Xi smiled and said, "Besides the deal, what other reasons do we have to like this bastard in front of us?"

She clamped her legs around Ash's waist, as if she wanted to stuff her entire body into him. She actively stuck out her tongue and tapped Ash's teeth, showing her passion unscrupulously.

When she stopped to wipe her lips, Ash showed an impatient look as if he was just doing his job: "Is that enough?"

"It's not enough." Weishi said, "How can you kiss for so long? It doesn't taste good and it feels boring... Do you have any more marshmallows?"

"I just finished eating."

"I still have a little bit, help me get it out."

Ash looked at her lace maid outfit, "Where are your pockets?"

"I didn't say it was in my pocket." Vichy suddenly pulled him backwards, and the two of them immediately changed to a position where Ash pressed her to the ground.

“It’s right there where you first see something hidden when you look down.”

Ash's eyes slowly moved downwards, and he saw that the elastic potential energy of the maid's bra was stretched to its limit, squeezing out a gap full of unknowns.

"What's wrong?" Weixi's voice was trembling. "Hurry up and look for it."

"Yes, that's it. Be careful and don't miss any place. You can also use a little force."

"If one hand can't find it, two hands should be more efficient..."

"Bing!"

The maid suddenly tensed her calves, curled her toes, straightened her neck, and all the pores in her body trembled. She felt as if she had been electrocuted and had no control over herself. Her eyes were fixed on the patterns on the ceiling.

This bastard should have his soul refined a thousand times. I only let him use his hands, so who made him... do this...

Vichy's high-heeled boots kept rubbing against Ash's steel-soled boots, like two entangled snakes, and it was impossible to tell who was the master and who was the slave...but only at this moment, their identities could be master and slave.

Because if there is no reasonable reason, they should be supervisors and prisoners who hate each other, and they must be. Weixi would never admit that she would like someone else, unless she became the supreme magician and fate could no longer take anything away from her, otherwise she would never let anyone become her weakness.

She had to ensure that she could quit at any time. Even if Ash died suddenly, she could still laugh at him and continue her journey. There was no one in this world worthy of her stopping or even caring about, so she had to find reasons to justify her behavior.

It's just for the sake of transaction, so you have to be hypocritical.

Because of the chains, I couldn't resist.

I don't like it at all, I just want to create a rift in their relationship... Vichy suddenly covered his mouth and hit Ash's head twice, wishing he could directly launch a soul scream at him. This bastard is too good, did he practice his skills with others! ?

Not only Vichy, Ash also needs a reason.

Sword Lady, Witch, Silver Lantern, no one allowed him to have any good feelings towards the Ghost Prophet.

The most violent Swordswoman even said that if Ash fell in love, Vichy's head would fall off... When Vichy heard this, he wanted to curse. If he fell in love, you can chop off his head, or even his crime tools, why did you chop me! ?

But the people around him were only a secondary influence, what Ash really couldn't overcome was his moral values. The education he received and the life he experienced allowed him to be a boyfriend who crawled out of a trash can at most, but didn't allow him to really accept trash... Asking him to admit that he liked Vichy would break through his moral values ​​and negate the goodwill he had always maintained.

They can only be like this and must be like this.

What a strange relationship, the truth has to be told as a lie, true feelings have to be pretended, just like a pair of birds and fish that should repel each other. If it weren't for this self-deceiving disguise, they wouldn't even be qualified to intersect with each other.

Weixi covered her mouth tightly until she felt that she could no longer hold back the sigh in her throat. Then she quickly took out a marshmallow and said in a trembling voice, "I found it. You don't have to look for it anymore. You don't have to look for it anymore..."

She quickly put her clothes in order, bit her lower lip and glared at Ash. Ash was also a little embarrassed, so he obediently tore open the marshmallow and ate it in one bite.

"What did you eat?"

"Isn't it food?" Ash was stunned.

Vichy glanced at him unhappily, her eyes full of charm. She took out a marshmallow and held it between her lips, then hugged Ash's neck and kissed him.

The experience was quite strange. Since the marshmallows were relatively large, they were not very suitable as a prop for a deep kiss. Instead of being intimate, they were more concerned about keeping the marshmallows from falling. Later on, it almost turned into a battle for the marshmallows.

When Ash accidentally ate the battered marshmallow, Vichy groaned and showed a disgusted expression on his face: "Why did you eat it? It's so disgusting."

Ash's eyebrows twitched wildly, "Where is the pretense? If you're pretending, at least act more professional!"

"Just pretending to like you has already taken up 100% of my effort. The Ghost Prophet also has his limits." Weishi took out another marshmallow and warned, "You can't eat this one."

"Next time, buy smaller candies..."

"Are you already looking forward to next time?"

Wei Xi narrowed his eyes, a smug smile appeared on his face, and he said with a marshmallow in his mouth: "Don't make it real..."

After the marshmallow melted on their tongues again, Ash kissed it for a while and realized something was wrong. He looked at Vichy who was chewing and said, "Why did you eat it this time? Didn't you say you felt sick just now?"

"yes."

Vichy's eyebrows curved, and he pointed his finger at Ash's lips and said softly:

“So we’re all grossed out.”

When the last piece of marshmallow was consumed, Ash subconsciously wanted to continue, but Vichy stopped his lips with her fingers and smiled, "That's enough."

"Is that enough?"

"Well, I have collected all the fragments of your soul." The maid looked at him and said, "There is no need to continue the ceremony."

Ash was silent for a moment, and his arms around Vichy's waist gradually became stiff. He exhaled lightly, adjusted his mood, and said calmly: "Then let's end it."

Seeing him trying to hide his loss and guilt, Vichy almost laughed in her heart, regaining some of the joy of the Ghost Prophet playing with others. She lazily lay in Ash's arms and smiled, "But the ritual is very exhausting for me, and I haven't recovered yet. Let's just rest for a while."

Ash naturally had no objection. In the secret hall a hundred meters below the ground, the two of them quietly embraced each other, surrounded by the fragrance of the heat. Perhaps for a moment, they could temporarily forget the constraints of reason, follow their true feelings, and enjoy this false tranquility.

"Shall we go to the hotel and rest?"

When Vichy said this, not only Ash was shocked, but Vichy himself was also shocked. The beautiful picture lasted for a second in Ash's mind, and he suppressed it with his strong reason and fear from the bottom of his heart, and said seriously: "I promised Sword Princess."

In fact, Vichy regretted it as soon as she finished speaking. Ash's ordinary contact almost made her sink. She was not ready for more advanced challenges... If she couldn't maintain her original intention and became like Sword Princess and Silver Lantern, Vichy might as well choke to death on a marshmallow.

But not only did Ash refuse, he even used Sword Girl as a reason to refuse. Vichy felt a nameless fire burning in her heart. She stared at Ash without saying a word, hugged Ash tightly, and rocked her body like she was sitting in a rocking chair.

Ash immediately realized something was wrong: "What do you want to do?"

"There are two ways to kill snakes, kissing and hugging." The maid looked at him with a playful look on her face, and said leisurely: "I'm just moving my body, you don't have to mind it."

"Now that the ceremony is over, there is no need to maintain the false feelings. You don't have to pretend to be interested in me."

"Could it be that even when the Ghost Prophet sits in your arms, you can still be moved?"

"No way, no way, I almost killed you and Yin Deng in Senluo Kingdom, and I almost killed you in the Star Cage. If it weren't for this chain," Wei Xi pulled his illusory collar, "I would definitely look for opportunities to take revenge on you from morning to night."

"We have a life-and-death relationship." She looked down at Ash with pride and disdain, covered her mouth and giggled, "You definitely don't have any desire for me, right? Even if he's a scumbag from the Trash Can constellation, he wouldn't be so... promiscuous?"

Vichy became more and more arrogant, and Ash's face was full of black lines. He felt that all the lost memories were coming back. Such an annoying ghost prophet was about to provoke his stress response. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, hugged Vichy, adjusted his sitting position, and then looked at the maid dimly, "You continue."

When Vichy shook again, she felt as if she was burned by a burning lightning. Her spine shuddered and her whole body tensed up. She pursed her lips and blushed to her ears, but when she looked up and saw Ash's disdainful eyes, Vichy still gritted her teeth and decided to fight him to the death.

“Hmm.”

Ash blinked and watched the maid's body tremble for a while, then melted in his arms like ice cream. He was stunned for a long time, and an unbelievable thought came to his mind, "Could you——"

"I'll kill you if you say another word." Vichy's voice was more charming than ever, but the murderous intent in her words was more intense than ever.

Ash suppressed his smile: "Shall we go back then?"

Vichy snorted softly, lowered her head and buried it in his arms, too embarrassed to even speak. Sure enough, this kind of relationship was wrong. She was so angry that she lost her mind and tried to embarrass Ash over such a boring thing...

"Get up when you've rested."

"...After you go back, you have to take a shower immediately, okay?" After a moment's silence, Vichy suddenly said.

"oh."

"Remember to put your pants in the washing machine first..."

“Puff.”

Ash couldn't hold it in any longer, his shoulders were shaking with laughter, and he felt like his abdominal muscles were going to cramp from laughing.

The wind mage who was about to change shifts and go to dinner in the hall below suddenly looked around and asked his companion next to him: "Did you hear any laughter?"

"No."

"But...listen, the laughter stopped abruptly. It was almost like a scream. Didn't you really hear it?"

"You're hallucinating because of working overtime, right?"