Chapter 12 Entering the City (4)...
"Hannah and I were wanted, but two white men and a black servant would be less likely to be suspected."
The words she said seemed to be ambiguous again, and Irene quickly added: "I originally thought of you wearing men's clothes, but what if Tina actually wanted the three of us? Wouldn't it be easier to expose you? You are British, and the color of your hair and eyes is very conspicuous. It's easy to be exposed in your original clothes."
The body under his arm struggled, and Irene hugged him tightly in fear, "I can swear to God that I have never despised you. If I despised you, I would never get rich in this life."
"real!"
This was a very poisonous oath for Irene.
The woman's voice became sharper because of fear, and it was also because of fear that the words she blurted out were more credible.
Although it is hard to believe that a woman’s dream is to get rich.
The body under her hands seemed to relax a little, but soon tensed again. Irene clearly felt that Leo was trying to lean back and break free from her restraints.
So she hugged him tighter.
His left hand tightly grasped his right wrist, leaving him no chance to break free.
What a joke! Does she dare to let him go now? What if Leo pulls out the gun and points it at her as soon as she lets go?
Facts have proved that people can often burst out with great strength when they are in life-and-death situations. For example, now, Leo, who can beat five or six big men, couldn't break free from Irene's hands.
Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that he would become weak when he touched Irene.
So the two people were in a strange posture - one was trying hard to hide backwards, and the other was trying hard to move forward.
In the end, they lived up to everyone's expectations and fell backwards together. Irene subconsciously climbed onto Leo's shoulders and turned in the air to make herself a cushion.
She had no wounds on her body, so she wouldn't be hurt if she was pressed down, but it was hard to say for Leo. Maybe blood would spurt out of his legs like a water gun.
Besides, she had already saved the beauty as a hero, so Leo shouldn't kill her again, in all conscience. She really couldn't stand being pointed at with a gun again.
Under the influence of gravity, the boy's cheek suddenly pressed against the woman's slightly opened soft lips.
And the skin honestly transmitted the touch to the nerves - Irene's lips were soft and warm, and seemed to make a sticky "pop" sound when they separated from his cheek.
He stood up, and the wind brought a cool breeze. The wet stains left by Irene's lips and tongue evaporated quickly, followed by scorching heat that burned his skin.
Leo opened his eyes blankly, and only then did he show some of the ignorance that is unique to young people facing the unknown.
Erin kissed him?
Did she do it on purpose?
The arm that he had just raised slipped because of this thought, and his whole body fell completely into Irene's arms - this was not a hug, now they were really stuck together, and Leo could clearly feel the beautiful curves of the woman under him.
Irene groaned in a muffled voice, as if she was hurt by his pressure. She raised her hand to push Leo's shoulder, but she didn't dare to use force - she remembered that he seemed to have a wound on his arm as well.
The boy hurriedly propped himself up again, his eyelashes trembling, like a butterfly with trembling wings in a net, rushing left and right but unable to find a way out.
He grabbed Irene's restless hands, raised his head, and his panicked gaze met the woman's dark pupils.
The confusion actually highlighted the boy's clear and transparent eyes like glass - flashing with a soft, innocent, youthful and pure light, as well as the fragility hidden under the beautiful appearance that seemed to care nothing, which directly reflected Irene's soul.
She heard a loud bang in her brain, which made her scalp numb, and her heart in her chest kept hitting her ribs like a drum.
Teacher, I seem to have seen a devil——
A demon named Muse.
Irene thought in a daze.
"Miss - what are you doing -"
Hannah's voice even changed in tone, as if she had suffered a great fright.
But the scene before me is also terrifying.
Leo was pressing on Irene's body, propping up his arms and staring at the woman under him with a look of shock and anger, his cheeks flushed with anger. He seemed to still control Irene's arms - his two hands were holding Irene's wrists and pressing them on her sides.
In Hannah's eyes, this was undoubtedly the mistress that Leo was trying to force to pull her back from hell.
The girl flew into a rage, picked up a strange-shaped branch and rushed forward, swinging it heavily.
"Let go of the lady——"
Following an angry shout, Leo felt a sharp pain in his back. His arms trembled in pain and he couldn't support his body. He staggered and fell on Irene again.
How could he become so weak? Leo's face was gloomy. He quickly stood up and stood three or four meters away from Irene. Veins bulged on his arms and his brows were full of regret.
It was obvious that Will's whip had hit him hundreds of times more painfully than this before, but he had always stood straight at that time. Why did he get knocked down this time?
Could it be that this black maid knows witchcraft?
Irene was lying on the ground, her limbs were very weak and her expression was a little dazed.
Thank God, she survived again.
Three times the limit, Leo probably won't want to kill her, Irene stared at the green branches, and realized belatedly that her waist and abdomen were sore and painful from Leo's pressure.
Damn, why is this kid so heavy?
Irene gasped in pain, grimacing.
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"Just wear what you have for now. I'll make you new clothes when we get to the city."
Leo's heart moved slightly, but Irene's tone was too calm, which made him feel a little lost.
After all, it was because of different customs, and the boy lowered his eyes.
Irene tightened the straps of Leo's dress and tore off a piece of patterned fabric from her own tattered dress.
She flexibly flipped her fingertips a few times, and in the blink of an eye she folded it into the shape of a headscarf, put it on Leo's head, and tied a bow on his chin. Anyone who saw her would think that she was a beautiful girl with a slightly masculine appearance.
Hey, she couldn’t even get a date with a model of this level in her previous life, but she didn’t expect to get one in this life!
After Leo washed his face and hair, he looked like a dusty gem revealing his true appearance. His Western bones were wrapped in an extremely soft Eastern skin, which was a kind of beauty that was extremely pleasing to the eye.
Not only does he have a delicate appearance, he also has a good figure. Even though he hasn't fully developed yet, you can see his superior head-to-body ratio. Standing there, he looks like a meticulously painted painting.
Irene swallowed, her heart pounding with excitement, and her fingertips shining with excitement as she adjusted the buttons.
She couldn't help but glance at Leo who was sitting diagonally opposite her several times.
God is so happy! Isn't this the perfect model she imagined in her dreams, the source of her ideal inspiration!
In just a short while, countless ideas popped up in Irene's mind.
It had been a long time since she had felt such a surge of inspiration. As she grew older, the dreamlike imaginations of her childhood escaped from her increasingly realistic self.
I couldn’t think of a design, couldn’t draw a picture, and my head was completely empty. My graduation thesis was not even based on ideas I had thought of during my undergraduate studies.
One year after her graduation was delayed, Irene had to admit that she no longer had the talent she had as a child. She was clearly aware that her talent came from her drying up imagination - which was now exhausted.
Her technique has reached perfection, but her works have lost the most important reverie of an artist, and even her graduation has become a problem.
But she really needs to graduate, she has to make money, and she still wants to study for a bachelor's, master's and doctoral degree. If she can't graduate, she can only have a bachelor's or master's degree.
Being a ghost will make you be ridiculed for the rest of your life.
Even if I have to go to the ends of the earth, it is worth it for graduation!
If she had known Leo in her previous life, she would never have been delayed.
However, having said that, Irene glanced at Leo's lower back. She had just seen Leo take out a revolver with five bullets left from there. After putting on the skirt, she didn't know where he put the gun.
Irene couldn't help but shudder when she thought of the feeling of being pointed at by a gun.
Don't forget that Leo is a man who survived this kind of family struggle in the 19th century, and he even got himself a gun.
Then he thought about how he had easily knocked down John and several black slaves, and the wool felt hidden in the shed...
Irene's eyes went dark. Leo was a black-hearted lotus. He looked beautiful and fragrant on the outside, but he was actually black from the bones to the flesh.
Which is more important, inspiration or life?
Irene closed her eyes tightly.
Of course it’s inspiration.
There are many people in the world, but only a few have original design concepts and are remembered in history.
She also wanted to achieve something and leave something behind so that her life would not be in vain.
No matter what the cost, she wanted to stand on the top of the supreme pyramid and see what the world was like.
Especially in this era - people's understanding of design is just a tailor shop, and their perception of women is just an embellishment for their husbands.
She wanted to do something, for herself and for 1860.
So, even if Leo is a black-hearted person, she has to hold on to him tightly.
So how can she convince Leo to come with them to Rochester and become her model?
How did she gain his trust?
The woman subconsciously licked her slightly dry lips.
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