Chapter 27 Lipstick (2)
As we all know, sucking and kissing fingers is an extremely ambiguous thing, and looking up at the other person while kissing is even more bewitching.
Especially when that person is Leo.
A thug who trembles with excitement because of blood and killing, raises his head to expose his fragile neck, and his beautiful eyes look at you intently and softly.
He gently holds your fingertips in his mouth, and his tongue wraps around your fingertips that are covered with lipstick.
Suck and swallow, with the Adam's apple rolling slightly.
Irene even accidentally touched Leo's sensitive palate, and she clearly felt the soft flesh in Leo's throat tighten for a moment.
The woman hastily pulled out her fingers, leaving stubborn red marks on her fingertips, and also pulled out a very thin strand of transparent liquid.
——Suddenly broke in the air.
Irene seemed to hear a very crisp cracking sound, which was the string of reason being hooked and torn apart by lips and tongue. She felt limp all over, and her arm, which was pressed against Leo's body, almost melted by the heat.
Like milk ice cream under the scorching sun in midsummer, dripping with milky white juice.
The smooth, soft and warm tip of the boy's tongue made Irene feel like she had stepped into a sultry tropical rain forest in summer. Her skin was filled with tense and anxious moisture, and the fingertips that had been sucked felt hot and swollen as if they were on fire. After being blown by the wind, they felt a little cool.
She took a step back suddenly, leaning her lower back against the table, her other hand tightly grasping the corner of the table. Her face was very red, and her lips were trembling pitifully. Her scream was choked in her throat and drowned out by Leo's clear and distracting eyes.
Like small animals, they lick away stains with their lips and tongues, without realizing how ambiguous this is for humans.
Irene's nostrils flared and she breathed rapidly. She almost didn't notice her fingers. The oxygen she breathed into her lungs tasted sweet and fishy.
Only then did she realize that when Leo opened his mouth and took her finger in, she bit the tip of her tongue because of excessive excitement.
The young man tilted his head and looked at her, seemingly not understanding why she looked so flustered. He licked his lips unconsciously, and the dry lipstick was covered with a layer of crystal clear water.
Unconscious seduction is the ultimate killer, this sentence suddenly popped up in her mind.
Irene felt dizzy and her eyes were filled with red, the red on her fingertips and face.
——And the moist and eroded red on the boy’s lips.
These looked even brighter against the boy's porcelain-white skin, almost burning her eyes.
Does Leo know the implications of his actions?
As soon as this idea popped into her mind, Irene quickly dismissed it.
No, he definitely doesn't understand.
Irene's brain, which had been severely shocked, started to work like a precision machine. She stripped away unnecessary emotions and tried to think about his behavior from Leo's perspective.
He must have just thought she was soiled, just like her previous kitten.
It was just to get rid of the dirt. How could a simple man like Leo have the idea of seducing her?
He doesn't understand any of this.
The tip of Irene's tongue was throbbing with pain, and just like her heart, she was filled with an inexplicable sense of loss.
She seemed to understand why she was feeling lost, but she didn't dare to think about it too deeply.
She tried to maintain her elder status and deliberately put on a lecturing tone when speaking.
"Don't lick your hands randomly. There are a lot of bacteria on your hands. There is a saying that diseases come from the mouth."
Illness comes from the mouth?
Leo listened to her lecture innocently and blankly. The boy tilted his head, wondering what these words meant. Was it referring to his lovesickness for her?
When I couldn't see her, I missed Irene all the time. When I saw her, I wanted to have a closer contact with her, I wanted to kiss her, hug her, and put my noses together with hers and smell each other's breath.
He had heard from a dancer before that having such thoughts was a sign of lovesickness.
This is an incurable terminal illness that specifically tortures people's minds. The symptoms of an attack are similar to those of cholera. Everyone who suffers from this disease will desperately desire death.
But he didn't desire death, he only desired Irene.
He wanted to bite Irene's fingertips again, preferably leaving teeth marks like a puppy.
It’s exciting just thinking about it.
I was so excited that my body felt bloated and uncomfortable.
Want to take a bite.
And Leo is a person who will never tolerate his own ideas.
So he grabbed Irene's wrist and gently bit the fingertips he had just licked.
Leo pressed his fangs against the woman's fingertips with a little force, and only let go after he felt the soft flesh of his fingertips sink slightly.
There was only a blank look on Irene's face, as if Leo was biting her fragile neck instead of her fingertips.
That was nothing. She swallowed hard, but her throat was still dry and painful.
Wasn't Leo really trying to seduce her?
Irene thought blankly.
*
According to their plan, Leo will attract Edward's attention at the deck party to be held in the evening, and Mrs. Edward will pretend to be a maid and observe the women around Edward.
All Irene had to do was talk to different women based on Mrs. Edward's judgment.
There was still half an hour before the party started, so she had to go back to her room to change her clothes.
As soon as they entered the room, Hannah came over happily. The little girl looked at Irene first, then her brows slowly frowned. She asked:
"Why do you look so bad? It looks like you haven't slept all night. What happened? Did anyone bully you?"
As Irene changed her clothes, she smiled weakly and said sullenly, "No one is bullying me. I just can't figure out what I want to do."
I couldn't understand what Leo was doing.
There had been no exchange of words between them since they had left Mrs. Edward's room, and she had expected Leo to offer some sort of excuse for biting her finger.
Unexpectedly, the boy said nothing, as if this matter was as common to him as eating a piece of buttered bread for breakfast.
This made Irene feel even worse.
She was worried that she was being too sentimental and mistakenly thought that Leo was seducing her. She was also afraid that Leo was really trying to get closer to her and was using these intimate actions to lower her defenses.
She pulled her hair and sighed deeply.
It was she who decided to get close to Leo, so why is she the one who is hesitating and afraid to get closer to Leo now?
What’s the difference between this and a scumbag!
"If you can't figure it out, just forget about it." Hannah poured her a cup of strong sweet tea. "You can always find a door wherever there is a wall. If you really can't find a door, the worst that can happen is to break down the wall."
Break down the wall? What wall? The time wall that spanned nearly three hundred years between her and Leo?
And it's not just the three hundred years, there are also differences in their concepts, ages and personalities.
Can Leo give her what she wants? Can she give Leo what he needs?
Can an ordinary person like her who was unfortunately caught in the turbulence of time and space love someone properly? Especially a poor and insecure child like Leo.
Irene had never regretted her impulsive act of seducing Leo as much as she did now.
She had never hoped more than now that Leo was just a little interested in her.
Annoyance and anxiety piled up in her chest, and Leo's clean and beautiful eyes and rosy and shiny lips appeared in Irene's mind again.
Irene was lying on the table in a humiliating manner, and her half-dead appearance scared Hannah.
She said in a hoarse voice: "But this wall is made of air. I can't climb out, and no one else can get in."
"What is an air wall?" A voice suddenly came from behind.
“It’s the invisible obstacles.”
"If you can't see it, then why is it considered an obstacle? Can't you just ignore it?"
"How can it be so——"
Wait, who is she talking to? Irene turned around and saw Mrs. Edward smiling at her, with Leo in a formal dress behind her.
The lady winked at her mischievously, "It was your door that was always open, not that we didn't knock on purpose."
Irene stood up hurriedly and gathered herself together.
We will talk about her and Leo later. The most important thing now is Mrs. Edward's matter.
When it comes to a matter of life and death, emotional issues are not important at all. Irene quickly put aside the matter between herself and Leo, said goodbye to Hannah, who still had a worried look on her face, and the three of them went straight to the deck.
There were many people crowded on the deck. Mrs. Edward waved to them, lowered the brim of her hat, slipped into a group of waiters like a fish in water, picked up a few glasses of champagne, and walked among the crowd.
Edward was always the focus of the crowd, and this moment was no exception. He was surrounded by women of all kinds, and a group of people were laughing loudly.
Irene's palms felt warm. It was Leo holding her hand. The boy's fingertips were cool, and he gently scratched her palm twice.
She wanted to pull her hand out of Leo's fingertips, but her hand was out of control and remained stiff in the boy's palm.
The sea breeze at night was cooler and hit Irene's face wetly.
A post she had seen before suddenly popped up in her mind. The title of the post was about how to quit physical liking.
She almost laughed out loud when she saw it. She liked it physiologically, so how could she quit it?
Irene long-pressed the post and clicked "Not Interested". She thought at the time, if she could meet someone who could make her physical liking for him last for a long time, how could she choose to quit.
Life is so short, the probability of meeting someone you like physically is extremely low. It is said that 97% of people will never meet their perfect pheromone match in their entire lives.
She made a silent wish at that time, hoping that she could meet her Mr. Right. Perhaps the wish she made that night was really heard by the shooting star, and the god of time travel saw the tiny her through time and space.
So she came to Leo.
Irene swallowed the bitterness in her throat, closed her eyes tightly, restrained her instinct, and pulled away the fingertips curled up in Leo's palm.
"Get to work first," she said softly.
After saying that, she took the lead and walked into the crowded crowd.
Leo looked at her back and frowned unconsciously, as if something was wrong with her since he kissed Irene's fingers.
What's going on?
Did he do something wrong again?
But why didn't Irene tell him right then and there what he had done wrong.
*
As expected by Irene, Leo attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered the venue.
Including Edward, he looked at Leo almost without blinking, as if he was completely obsessed with the young man.
He hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, came to Leo, and saluted Leo without paying any attention to the complaints of other women.
——Kiss the hand
Tsk, what a damn eyesore.
Irene quietly looked at Leo, who was so handsome that he didn't look like an ordinary person, and suddenly felt that it was not just Edward who was an eyesore.
She dared to say that no one on this boat was worthy of Leo.
Including herself, who had been harboring selfish motives from the very beginning.
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