Chapter 18 Entering the City (10)...
"Why hasn't Leo come back yet?" Irene muttered. She and Hannah had packed their things long ago, but there was no sign of Leo. Seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, Irene gritted her teeth and called Hannah:
"Let's go straight to the car dealership to find Leo. Let's not waste time here."
The two men quickly packed their luggage and put on their hats, but they bumped into Leo as they walked out of the hotel.
The boy stood with his back to them under the pine tree at the entrance of the hotel. His back was stiff and he looked even more lifeless than the dying tree next to him.
"Leo," Irene was a little angry. She frowned tightly and strode to the boy, just about to ask him why he made them wait for so long.
Leo raised his head coldly, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her was suddenly filled with naked mockery and hatred, as if loaded with countless vicious words with curses. His lips curled up in a cold arc, making his cheeks look even thinner, and his bones seemed to be about to poke out of the flesh.
Irene was startled and could not help but take a step back. It felt like there was a big hole in her chest. A cold, evil wind suddenly rushed into her body, causing goose bumps to appear on her arms. A look of fear unconsciously appeared on her face.
She swallowed. Having known Leo for so long, this was the second time she witnessed Leo's terrifying side - the man in front of her seemed to have completely shed his human identity, completely exposing his true nature as a cold-blooded animal living in a damp and dark place.
He seemed to have been hungry for the entire winter, his pupils constricted cruelly, and he would jump up at any time and strangle her throat.
But--
Leo's eyes, full of contempt and malice, were surprisingly beautiful.
Irene could clearly hear her heart skip a beat. She clenched her trembling hands tightly, trying her best to control her excessive emotions.
The last time I saw him with this expression was when he looked at John, and the next second, John's head was blown up and exploded all over the ground like a rotten watermelon.
Why is he angry again?
Irene swallowed hard. Until now she didn't understand when she had annoyed Leo again.
She tried hard to think about every word she said before Leo left, but couldn't find a point that Leo might be angry about.
The atmosphere was stagnant, and she was frozen in place as if she was under a spell.
His movements seemed like stop-motion animations, appearing in her eyes and engraved in her mind at an extremely slow speed.
Irene watched Leo raise his wrist, as if the revolver that had impressed her so deeply would appear in his palm in the next second.
Then he touched her forehead.
The distance between the two people was so close that there was no possibility for her to escape.
No, to be more precise, she never thought of running away.
My nerves were highly tense, and my frontal lobe was filled with waves of continuous tingling pain - not just the pain caused by fear.
More of excitement.
Everything the sunlight touched became distorted blocks of colorful colors, and a strange silence permeated the city.
She seemed to see Poseidon riding a purple-maned horse galloping by, and she seemed to see everyone in the world willingly being shot in the heart by Eros' arrow, and in the end everything disappeared.
There was only Leo left in her eyes. He was simply the incarnation of Adonis on earth, the other half of her soul that she was missing - impulsive and selfish, inferior and arrogant, always complaining about himself, with the black flame of jealousy and resentment burning in his pale and thin body.
This is exactly the despair that is missing from her art.
Irene looked at him like a possessed being, as if she was looking at what she herself longed to be but could never be.
She stared into his cold and angry eyes, her teeth began to tremble with excitement. Just by looking at this masterpiece of the Creator, countless exquisite inspirations burst out in her mind.
It is simply breathtaking, breathtaking and irresistibly beautiful, like a miraculous Greek sculpture.
She wanted to see more expressions on this face.
Whether you feel angry, disappointed, or crying, just thinking about it...
Irene even forgot to breathe. The thrill of being on the verge of death flowed through her body. She was so excited that her hands and feet were cold. Even the simplest action of stretching out her hand was extremely difficult. Her face was extremely pale.
It seemed that she was extremely terrified and disgusted with him.
It turned out that in the end, she was also afraid of him and hated him.
What friends, what's important, even those kisses, were just a trick to escape from his gun and manipulate him.
Leo turned his head away in embarrassment. All the insults and hatred he had ever encountered gathered in Irene's eyes at this moment, piercing him heavily like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.
Unable to stay, Leo clenched his fists, and a deep pain surged in his chest that came from nowhere.
Irene must have cast a spell on him, Leo's lips trembled.
He wanted to stay away from this woman who hurt people invisibly.
He was going to get his ID and leave.
…
She understood why she traveled to this era.
Her blood was boiling more and more, inspiration was running wild in her body, and Irene once again realized very clearly that she couldn't leave Leo.
So how can we avoid separation?
Irene's eyes flashed. There is only one kind of social relationship in the world that will never be separated.
How to obtain this relationship?
She licked her lips, and her slightly dry lips were covered with a layer of shiny luster.
Become a stray puppy with its mouth and nose stained with water? Gain sympathy by being pitiful?
No, it wasn't good, she hated being in a controlled relationship.
Irene put down the package she was carrying.
She saw a delicate whorl hidden in the boy's messy hair.
There seems to be one on the symmetrical side as well.
Like a lamb without horns.
Stubborn and pitiful.
I want to kiss the poor lamb.
Irene couldn't help swallowing.
Leo was about to take out his little notebook and ask Irene to return the dagger and identification to him.
From then on, they each went their own way.
He thought fiercely that he didn't need so-called warmth, let alone companionship. He had been carrying it all by himself for so many years.
…
After a while, the sad cry of a puppy was heard from someone's farmhouse.
Soft warmth fell on his jawline near his earlobe, and her lips gently touched it twice, like a bird pecking at a fragile flower stamen, and the sharp beak splashed out red juice, which spread along the wet traces.
The ferocity in Leo's eyes had not yet subsided, and there seemed to be a faint damp touch on his skin, and the wind blew and brought a biting chill.
Straight to his heart.
The red and moist eyes revealed a look of confusion and helplessness, like a miserable puppy with its fur clinging to its body in the heavy rain. Just when it was about to shake off the annoying water droplets, it was suddenly snatched into a warm embrace.
His frozen brain struggled to process the information, his eyes staring blankly at Irene, as if the previous three seconds were replaying over and over again in front of his eyes - Irene put her arms around his waist, tilted her head back and kissed him.
It was not the tearing kiss that was meant to vent his emotions, but a soothing kiss that was so gentle that it melted away all his murderous intent.
The hot blood rushed to his forehead, as if a bolt from the blue had hit him right between the eyebrows.
Leo froze in place, a tingling and electric-shock-like sensation spreading from his cheeks to his entire body.
He raised his hand blankly and touched his burning cheek.
I was kissed again.
Irene tiptoed and took the initiative to kiss him, on his chin.
What does this mean?
He rolled his eyes, and Irene looked at him with a smile, as if the fear she had just shown towards him was false.
This thought was like a peach wood nail to ward off evil spirits, piercing fiercely between his eyebrows and driving his soul into his body.
He was sure it was the former. He had seen the expressions on people's faces when they were afraid of death, and they were almost exactly the same as the fear and pleading in Irene's eyes just now.
But humans cannot overcome their instincts when death approaches.
so--
She kissed him simply out of fear that he would kill her.
She had no illusions about his behavior—any positive illusions.
In Irene's mind, he was just a thug who would kill people at will.
He clenched his back teeth and felt that his thin and fragile self-esteem was being crushed to the ground.
The metal gun body pressed against the skin was icy cold.
…
Irene first saw a bit of the mahogany gun body, and her nerves became even more tense, her face turned pale,
"Can you please listen to me——"
Before she could finish her words, the revolver that she had faced countless times was stuffed into her palm by Leo.
The warmth of Leo's palm still vaguely remained on the mahogany gun handle.
Leo glanced at her coldly, took a step back, and kept a distance of more than two meters between them.
Erin blinked, quickly realizing what Leo meant.
Give her the gun and they part ways.
She immediately realized that Leo had misunderstood her again, but what exactly did he misunderstand about her?
Irene hurriedly grabbed Leo and said in a hurried tone, "What's wrong with you? Didn't we agree to go to Rochester together? How could you go back on your word?"
"You nodded at that time!"
Leo pursed his lips tightly and turned his head away stubbornly, not looking at her.
The movements of the whole body express one meaning - I regret it now, what can you do to me?
Irene was anxious. Her tone was urgent and her voice began to tremble: "Weren't we fine in the room just now? Why did you change after you went out?"
Leo pinched her wrist bone, and his cold fingertips climbed up along the texture of her skin. His eyes were cold, but his hands were extremely gentle.
The boy's nimble fingers landed on Irene's ring finger, pressed against the base of her finger, and rubbed it vigorously twice, as if trying to erase some trace.
The tip of her finger was rubbed so hard that it hurt. Irene quickly realized what Leo was angry about - the ring mark.
She was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then realized that she had no way to explain this. She couldn't say that she wore a ring to pretend that she was engaged because the teachers and seniors she knew were always urging her to get married.
In this world, she has never attended school for a single day. How can she explain this?
Irene's hesitating look became Leo's evidence that she was still trying to cover up that man.
A trace of disappointment flashed across the boy's eyes.
"It's not what you think."
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