Chapter 39 His lips and tongue were so hot that they were startled...
"I didn't say I was leaving, but who can guarantee what will happen in the future?"
Hearing Irene's discouraging words, Leo became very angry. He tilted his head to rest it on Irene's neck, opened his mouth and wanted to use force to leave a tooth mark on the side of her neck, but he subconsciously reduced the force the moment he bit down.
"It hurts, it hurts, you are born in the year of the dog," Irene covered her neck, leaned back, and distanced herself from Leo. She was really angry now.
She didn't understand why Leo wanted her to commit to a vague future, even if that future was impossible to achieve.
"Don't go," Leo kept saying this over and over again.
The boy's face was sparkling, but his nose and eyes were very red. His thick eyelashes stuck together in clusters, and when he blinked, some drops of water fell.
Irene's original anger, which was only a little bit, was completely extinguished.
She has always been soft-hearted, and Leo kissed the mark he had just bitten like a little fish with heartache - the tooth mark was not obvious, just a few not-too-clear sunken red marks.
Irene's skin was thin and fragile, and his fangs were sharp, so it was easy for them to leave marks. It didn't hurt too much, but it looked scary.
Leo kissed the small red mark again and again guiltily.
That man should really be allowed to see Irene in her current state, Leo had a despicable thought in his mind. It would be best if everyone knew that Irene was his and would only be his.
He wanted to put his exclusive label on Irene and make her dependent on him for the rest of her life.
The tip of the boy's tongue was soft, moist and hot, and the hot air from his nose tickled the flesh on her neck. Irene couldn't avoid it and was held forcefully by his waist.
It was like a feather scratching all the way from the back of the neck to the coccyx, and then making a clever circle around the lower back.
"You can't leave. You can't leave me." Leo's voice was trembling. He hadn't spoken for so long that his voice sounded like a child who had just learned to speak, clumsily and repeatedly saying the same sentence.
Every word expresses his obsession with Irene.
The reckless and passionate love was revealed in every word the boy spoke. Irene gently rubbed the back of his neck and then tilted her head to kiss him.
Inside and outside the window are two completely different worlds. A hazy and cold moon hangs on the blue-black sky, and silvery-white light shines obliquely into the room.
The atmosphere in the room was depressing and dark, and surprisingly quiet, with only the intermittent sound of entangled hot breathing.
The boy seemed to have learned how to please a woman without any instruction. He repeatedly kissed the place where Irene had allowed him to kiss, moving down with a tentative look.
The skirt was very long and dangled from the side of the bed to the ground.
The moonlight reflected the bright white, and Leo kissed her very carefully. His short golden hair brushed against Irene's skin, causing an electric-like itch.
The boy was like a curious and diligent student, looking forward to the teacher's teachings.
Every inch of her skin was burning hot, even her eyelids were incredibly hot. Only the places where the boy's lips and tongue had caressed her felt a slight coolness.
But he didn't know the key or the method, and could only rub against her stupidly like a puppy, trying to find a cold spring to cool down the heat in his heart.
So pitiful.
This young, hot, vibrant body pressed tightly against her - it was the young man she had rescued with her own hands and with whom she was in love.
When she thought of this, Irene's heart began to bubble like boiling water.
She just felt very empty.
My whole body is empty.
The ambiguous kiss pushed her rationality back little by little. Irene climbed onto the boy's shoulders. The alcohol blocked her rationality. Her mind was empty and she didn't have to try to think about their future.
Just enjoy the present moment, this thought suddenly popped up in Irene's mind, and then it grew rapidly like bamboo shoots after rain.
If you don't enjoy it now, you may never have another chance in the future.
She endured the gnawing itch and bit the boy's lips - they were as sweet as soft lips that had been soaked in syrup all night.
"A little further down."
She said vaguely.
With their fingers clasped together and their palms pressed together, she naturally led Leo downstairs.
The boy suddenly stopped.
Alcohol numbed her nerves. Irene stared blankly at Leo's deep and cruel eyes. Veins bulged on his forehead, as if he had reached the limit of his endurance.
"Why don't you come in?" Irene didn't understand what he was enduring.
"You'll get pregnant." Leo's eyes were so cold that they were about to freeze. He buried his head in Irene's chest sullenly, "I don't want you to get hurt."
After saying that, before Irene could react, he held Irene's lower back, lifted her up a little, and kissed her with his chin raised.
The movements became more skillful, and the tip of the nose repeatedly rubbed against the softness.
Irene just felt like she was honey being held in Leo's mouth and savored carefully, being dissolved layer by layer, the sweet juice being swallowed, and being asked for more.
The sparkling moonlight left traces all over her body.
The liquid seemed to flow out of the body with alcohol. Irene placed her fingers loosely on her eyes, and tears slid down from her fingertips.
She clearly saw her own selfishness.
I was so heartbroken that I could hardly breathe.
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Irene had a dream that she was crushed by a mountain all night. In the dream, it seemed that no matter how she struggled, she could not escape the fate of being crushed.
When she opened her eyes in the morning, the first thing she saw was the young man clinging to her like an octopus.
Leo buried his head in her neck, with his arms and legs on her. As soon as Irene moved, he tightened his arms in a daze, determined to hold Irene tightly in his arms, and rubbed the thing against Irene's waist and hips.
Irene felt inexplicably guilty. She was kissed all over last night and was a little dazed from drinking. She couldn't even open her eyelids after the comfort, let alone comfort the boy. Even her face was washed by Leo.
Although Leo seemed to enjoy the feeling of her unusual dependence on him.
However, she tried to pull her arm back, but Leo closed his eyes and easily restrained her with one hand, a hundred times more serious and dedicated than a police officer guarding a prisoner.
Irene laughed. She wouldn't disappear suddenly, so why did she hug so tightly? She patted Leo's arm and said, "Aren't your arms sore after hugging you all night?"
The boy's thick eyelashes trembled. He opened his eyelids and stared at Irene blankly for a long time before his confused eyes became clear.
Some objects also woke up and stood upright between them.
Irene watched as large patches of blush appeared on the boy's cheeks, and then spread to the base of his neck. He no longer had the tough attitude he had last night, but looked like a cute little lamb.
The lamb fell into Irene's arms regardless of anything, his cheek pressed against the woman's plump chest, and no matter how Irene called him, he refused to get up.
Anyone whose love-brain hasn't completely taken over their nerves can realize that he is taking advantage of her in secret.
Unfortunately, Irene is now in love. She sincerely thinks Leo is just being coquettish with her and thinks the boy is extremely cute.
She even rubbed the back of the boy's neck soothingly, "Okay, get up, we have to go to the doctor to check your throat. How is it? Can you still speak today?"
Leo blinked innocently and opened his lips as if he wanted to speak, but only breathy sounds came out.
Irene murmured in her heart, "That shouldn't be the case. I saw that you spoke very smoothly last night. You can't have forgotten it after waking up from a sleep."
Leo shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
"Then come and learn how to speak like me." Irene still didn't believe it. She pulled Leo up and, following the doctor's instructions last time, pulled Leo's hand and placed it on her vocal cords.
"ah--"
A fragile but clear vibration came from under his fingertips, as if the vibration would disappear completely if he exerted a little force.
Next to her fingertips were the red marks he had left last night. He had deliberately kissed the area that could not be covered by her clothes.
Leo half-closed his eyes in pleasure, he was in a better mood than ever today. Irene's body was full of traces left by him, which could not be erased in a day or two. If Irene went to Lucas' place in the next two days, he would definitely find these traces.
Leo was extremely pleased with himself when he thought about Lucas's possible reaction.
So what if they knew each other earlier? He is still by Irene's side now.
He looked at Irene obediently and tried to make an "ah" sound like Irene, but all he made was a faint air flow sound, like a kitten's panting, but not even as loud as a cat's panting.
"That's weird. She was able to speak last night. Let's get ready and go see the doctor right now." Irene suddenly frowned. "Wait, where's the skirt I changed last night?"
The room is so small, and I can't see even a piece of clothing at a glance.
Irene thought with some confusion.
Leo took a clean dress from the bedside cupboard for her and wrote a sentence in his notebook.
'I did all the laundry last night after you fell asleep.'
Erin swallowed and asked in a trembling voice, "What about my underwear?"
Leo's mind flashed back to the few small pieces of fabric he had taken off with his own hands;
'I washed them all.'
Irene's eyes widened in surprise. Is it so fun to fall in love? The underwear was all taken care of.
The impression she had of English men was not like Leo.
But it’s not a bad thing.
Until you put on your shoes.
"I can put my shoes on myself!"
Irene was so angry that she tried to pull her foot out of Leo's hand, but Leo held her heel tightly and refused to let go. The two men were in a stalemate for a while, and Irene was defeated.
She had just finished putting on her clothes and was sitting by the boat preparing to put on her shoes. Leo naturally half-knelt at her feet, holding up her feet and trying to put on her shoes.
Irene was so embarrassed that she almost wanted to jump back onto the bed. What kind of TV show or movie plot was this? It was too embarrassing.
Who can stand this?
But she couldn't beat Leo, who was so stubborn.
Irene closed her eyes tightly and felt her ears burning.
Wait, the feeling on her feet is not right. She remembered that her shoes were not like this. Irene opened her eyes in surprise.
The pointed dark brown high heels were the pair she had spotted at first sight in the department store.
The satin fabric reflects a gorgeous luster in the sun, and it is even more beautiful with the delicate cat's eye inlaid.
The shoe fits perfectly on the sole of her foot.
"How do you know I wear such big shoes?" Irene blurted out.
"Because I see it often, I know at a glance that you wear such a big one."
Leo even stretched out his hand to measure the size of her feet.
Often watch...
What a pervert! Irene couldn't help but curl her fingertips.
"So you keep staring at girls' feet!"
Irene glared at Leo in an aggressive manner, but before she finished her glare, she laughed first, as happy as a little girl who received a gift for the first time.
How could it not be considered the first gift? This was Leo, the first gift from her lover.
Irene thought for a moment and said deliberately, "You knew my birthday was coming up so you prepared a birthday present for me. You are so scheming, little Leo."
Girls have to be reserved, so of course they can't ask their boyfriends for birthday presents directly. They have to use some roundabout techniques, Irene smiled slyly.
'Birthday? I don't know, when is your birthday? I'll prepare a birthday present for you.'
Leo wrote nervously. He looked at Irene eagerly, his expression unconsciously revealing nervousness.
He seemed to think that calling him scheming was an insult to him.
Help! This is too cute! Such a pure, natural, and pollution-free cute puppy!
Irene burst out laughing. "My birthday is on July 6th, and there's only one month left. What gift are you going to prepare for me? Let me hear it."
She was talking about her own birthday, not the original owner's birthday. After all, she didn't know when the original owner's birthday was, and no one mentioned it when she was in the manor.
"Let me think about it, I'll tell you when I'm done."
"Silly, gifts are supposed to be surprises. If you told me in advance, then there's no surprise. You have to give it to me on my birthday." Irene said with a smile, "I want a big surprise."
'good'
Leo nodded solemnly, as if he had taken on some important task.
Being in love is so happy. Irene hasn't felt this kind of happiness that every word she says is taken to heart for many years.
Since her mother passed away, almost no one cared about her feelings anymore. Her father had a new family, and her friends had other close friends. She was like a duckweed, floating on the sea where no one cared.
But now it was different, she had Leo who cared about her, and Hannah, they both loved her more than she thought.
But she was just a piece of garbled code that had strayed into the 19th century, and the possibility of being cleared after being reported as an error was like a sword of Damocles hanging over her head.
But...but even so, she still selfishly wanted to get more love from Leo.
The huge guilt hit her like a raging wave on the sea.
"It's a deal then," Irene endured the bitterness in her heart and showed a sweet smile. She stared straight into Leo's eyes, "You have to prepare a birthday present for me every year, whether I'm around or not."
'We will always be together.'
Leo frowned and corrected her seriously.
"Yes," Irene seemed to have a lump in her throat. She smiled and nodded, but tears fell unconsciously.
Leo panicked when he saw her crying. He wiped Irene's tears clumsily and looked at Irene anxiously, as if asking her why she was crying.
Irene sniffed, tears falling freely. She laid on Leo's shoulder, her salty tears soaking the boy's new clothes. Leo patted her back gently, and put his lips against the tip of her ear in a soothing manner.
God, heavens, Amen, Buddha, Jade Emperor, time-travelling god, no matter which one of you used your magical powers to send me to this era, can you please let me stay?
Irene closed her eyes. She had never prayed for God's mercy in her life as much as she did at that moment.
Don't let me leave this world.
And don't let me leave Leo.
I finally have the happiness of being alive. Can it last a little longer, a little longer, maybe a lifetime?
Please.
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