Chapter 16 Entering the City (8)...
Leo's long eyelashes covered a pair of extremely empty eyes. She noticed these unique eyes when she first saw him. The boy's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate her skin and reach deep into her heart.
She had also seen his lonely, hateful eyes. He never concealed the pleasure he got from killing in front of her. She still remembered the night when John died vividly - when Leo looked at her after killing someone, his eyes flashed with violent excitement, and his hand holding the gun was shaking with excitement.
She had no doubt that Leo would kill everyone he could, including her; killing was a form of self-preservation that ran in his blood.
But such a thug was born with a pair of clean eyes, as if blood had never entered his eyes, like the red spider lilies blooming on piles of bones beside hell - the beauty of despair that is shocking to the heart.
If she doesn't come back, she will never see these eyes again.
That was a relief. Irene's mouth and tongue felt slightly dry, and she seemed to be able to smell the faint smell of blood from the wounds on the boy's body.
A trace of regret flashed through her heart - it was a pity that Venus's arm was not broken off by her own hands.
However, since she is going to risk her life to earn money for their travel, it is not too much to charge some interest in advance. After all, under the pressure of death, even people with strong stress resistance will do something against common sense.
Irene tugged at Leo's collar, and the young man opened his eyes wide in surprise. Even the frost in his eyes hadn't melted yet, but a layer of shimmering light appeared on them - reflecting Irene's eyes that were staring straight at him.
A kiss was pressed upon the corner of the thin and pale lips, and then it was bitten and rubbed twice by the sharp canine teeth.
The woman grabbed his neck. Leo was not sure whether he lowered his head or not. It seemed that he lowered his head on his own initiative, or it seemed that he was just being pressed down by Irene.
He knew nothing. He only remembered that Irene's lips were cold and soft, with an indescribable fragrance; Irene did not close her eyes when she kissed him, as if she did not want to miss any of his expressions; Irene tugged at his collar loosely, the warmth of her fingers burning him through his clothes; the clear lines on Irene's slender neck became even tighter when she kissed him; Irene...
She is Irene with her eyes open and she is Irene with her eyes closed.
What was overwhelming was the sweet breath she exhaled, a sweetness wrapped in poison.
Leo opened his eyes in despair. The world seemed to be suddenly filled with a noise that he had never noticed before. Every breath of oxygen that filled his lungs was mixed with the scent of basil on Irene's clothes.
So noisy——
It hurts—
He was gasping for breath, his heart aching with every breath, the veins on his arms bulging, and he was almost driven crazy by a mere kiss.
Why - why him? Why did she stay close to him when she already had a lover? Why did she act like he was the only one for her?
Leo's fingertips were shaking. He imagined that this unwarranted kiss should have filled him with humiliated and toyed anger, but it didn't appear at all. His heart was filled with pain and panic, mixed with tormenting joy.
Confusion about why Irene kissed him, confusion about why Irene only kissed him once—
and, a deep fear that he did not resent such intimacy.
The mixed emotions gathered together and turned into excitement that was hard to express.
His heart, liver, spleen and lungs seemed to be plucked up by a knife and stabbed into his flesh. The flesh and blood mixed with strong emotions were squeezed in his skin, clamoring and surging. It swelled and hurt him, but underneath the pain was a secret pleasure. A little bit of joy prevented him from pinching Irene's neck.
Why would he be excited by a liar - a female liar who had a lover, wore a ring, and had skilled seduction skills.
The boy's fingertips dug deep into the wound on the outside of his thigh, and blood dripped out with every step he took.
Leo gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, the pain awakened hatred, hatred mixed with longing and excitement, prompting him to bite Irene to death and swallow her skin and bones.
The boy's light ice-blue pupils were burning with two flames of anger.
It would be better to die together. After this thought popped into his mind, it grew wildly in his heart like weeds after rain.
The next thought was - but would she be willing?
No, Leo wanted to take out his brain to see what was inside. He almost began to hate himself, hated why he cared about what she thought.
Who cares whether she is willing or not.
It was all Irene's fault. She was such a shameless, cunning, sinister, vicious woman! She had drugged him.
If he couldn't defeat her, he might as well kill her directly. In short, he could not tolerate her insulting him again and again.
Moreover, dying together is also a most intimate form of possession. Just thinking about it is enough to make him tremble with excitement.
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It's true that kissing can relieve stress.
To die under the peony flowers is to be a romantic ghost.
Irene licked her lips contentedly. She had already made preparations for the worst. The worst that could happen was that she would run into Tina and the others at the car dealership and be forced back to get married. The worst that could happen was that she would go back and be dealt with again.
She had already kissed Leo anyway.
If she encounters any life-threatening situation again, she will be lucky enough to wear it back. Just thinking about the kiss today can bring her inspiration.
Too bad Leo is so young.
Irene thought with some regret.
"Okay, I'm leaving now." After the kiss, Irene became bolder. She pinched the few soft spots on Leo's face.
"If anything happens to me, take good care of Hannah. There's a map in my bag with the location of the abolitionist organization marked on it. Please help me send her there. You two can split the money in half. Don't worry about me."
"I'll go, miss. I can do it too." Hannah was so anxious that she was about to cry. She pulled Irene and said anxiously, "I just wore men's clothes to go into the city and it didn't come off as bad."
"Those buyers are all experienced, you can't beat them," Irene rubbed Hannah's head, and while hugging her, she hit her back of the neck with a sharp blow.
"But--"
Before Hannah could finish her words, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Irene picked up Hannah and walked towards the hotel across the street, and told Leo:
"I'll get a room, you and Hannah will wait for me inside, if I'm not back in half an hour, you have to leave immediately, understand?"
She spoke carefully, but Leo could not hear a word she said. He numbly followed Irene to book a room, entered the room, watched her put Hannah on the bed, and then quickly changed into the newly bought men's clothes behind the screen - probably bought for him.
But the dress suited her. Irene bound her chest, tied her hair up, and wore a top hat. Although she inevitably looked a bit feminine upon closer inspection, no one would associate her with the timid girl on the wanted poster.
Leo stared at her coldly, his mind replaying the kiss and how he was going to bite her neck off.
Two mutually exclusive thoughts clashed fiercely in his mind, causing his face to turn a burning purple, and even his flesh-pink lips to tremble, making him look extremely pitiful. Very cute.
Looks very friendly too.
She must have been under too much pressure recently. Irene bit her lower lip hard. The dull stinging sensation awakened her sanity which was on the verge of collapse.
To be honest, it was fortunate that she had a strong ability to withstand pressure as a design student. Otherwise, if she had changed her mental state and almost traveled to this hellhole, watching two lives die in front of her, she would have gone crazy.
I don’t know how other time travelers integrated into the local society. Anyway, she couldn’t stand the freedom of guns in this place where people would die for fun at any time. She really started to miss home.
When she thought of the exploding rotten watermelon, Irene couldn't help but shudder, and inexplicably felt a pain in the back of her head.
When she was with Leo, at least he had a gun and was good at fighting, so she didn't have to worry too much about her own safety. She just needed to comfort the child occasionally.
But now she has to go alone to negotiate with the local white men who are carrying guns...
Irene closed her eyes tightly, her body felt heavy as if a mountain was pressing down on her.
What could she do? She had to do it, so she sighed deeply, forced herself to smile at Leo.
The woman's face was pale, but she still forced herself to tell him a lot - money, luggage, route, she told him everything in detail, as if she would never come back.
Leo couldn't hear what she was saying, and he didn't want to hear what Irene was saying.
He could only see the woman's thin, rosy lips opening and closing, revealing the red tongue and white teeth that he had seen before.
Looks so intimate.
The two kisses that happened in the past came into his mind, soft and wet.
The deafening heartbeat hits the fragile eardrum.
The world suddenly spun in front of her eyes, and Irene screamed. Her back was forced to press tightly against the wall, and the cold and stiff touch reached her back through her clothes.
She saw the red corners of Leo's eyes under his dark golden eyelashes, which seemed to be filled with some crystal liquid. He seemed so nervous that he forgot to breathe. The two of them were pressed so tightly together that she could not even feel the boy's breath.
She seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and stared at Leo with bated breath, his light-colored lips trembling pitifully as he approached her slowly and nervously... their noses touched, and crystal clear liquid fell on her cheek.
He was crying, and Irene was suddenly at a loss. She subconsciously tried to push Leo away, but her hands were firmly held behind her back by the boy's big hands like eagle claws. Leo was like a puppy who couldn't control his strength, and he grabbed her wrist so hard that it hurt.
"Don't make trouble," Irene frowned and whispered, "There is still work to do."
It was almost half past ten, and the only ship to New Orleans today would depart promptly at twelve o'clock. If she didn't go and sell the carriage, they would not have time to buy tickets when she came back.
But Leo's hands didn't move at all. He even tilted his head and pressed it against the skin of her neck, twitching his nose like a puppy, as if he was sniffing the smell of her flesh and blood.
The hot breath made the skin on her neck tingle and numb. Irene felt embarrassed and annoyed. She tried her best to control her anger and said, "You are -"
——What are you crazy about?
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