Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Cats and Dogs Don't Get Along
I pressed the wrong button, what a lame excuse. But since she said so, and was willing to give him a way out, he went along with it, accepting the explanation. Anyway, as long as the other party didn't say it directly, he would pretend he didn't know. He shamelessly followed her, one corner of his mouth raised, and he looked at the green-eyed man opposite him with a raised eyebrow.
It was a complete provocation, yet the other party actually ignored him. How could he tolerate that? It seemed his status wasn't very high either. Judging from their interactions, their relationship wasn't close. Was the information the deputy captain had given him wrong? Although I knew he rarely made mistakes, I couldn't help but secretly hope.
"Okay," Xu Shanshan removed him from the blacklist and then blacked out the laptop screen. The man with the crew cut raised his hand, sent the message, and saw that it was successful. "Don't delete me again in the future."
After the misunderstanding was resolved, he turned back into the image of a spoiled kitten who allowed anyone to rub her, but this was very inconsistent. When they were online, she imagined him to be a younger brother, but when they met in person, his fierce and domineering aura was incompatible with his pretense of being good, especially his dark and angry look, which was like a volcano about to erupt, very scary.
The "kitten" on his shoulder was quite adorable, though, with a chubby face. When the woman looked over, the spirit shyly shrank back, revealing only two triangular ears. The black mist stretched into threads, drifting around its ears, creating a furry illusion. It swayed slightly from side to side, its paws resting on its shoulders, and one eye quietly revealed.
It was not a regular beast form. Seeing that she was interested in his spiritual body, Ares loosened the restraints, and it jumped down from his shoulders, lightly jumped onto the table, opened its mouth, and its thick and long canine teeth were exposed.
"Suck, come here." She stretched out her hand and waved it down, seducing the cute black lion into her arms.
Why did it sound like a puppy barking? Ares didn't know what to do for a moment, and the smile on her face froze. Unexpectedly, the "kitten" raised its head, purred, and seemed to be angry, then swung its tail, not looking at her at all, and walked forward casually. With one foot, it dug up the drink that Manuel had placed on the table. The cup tilted, and the liquid level rose obliquely, and he caught it, so it didn't spill.
Then it stood arrogantly on the edge of the table, and no matter how she shouted, it would not move. It squatted there and yawned. This guy was ungrateful. Ares wanted to lift its neck and teach it a lesson, but she stopped him and hugged the black mist in her arms.
"Good baby," it became obedient as soon as it was held in my arms, completely different from its indifferent attitude just now. The touch was very wonderful, very much like cotton candy, but if you squeeze it hard, the two balls of mist will separate.
Somehow, Ares's voice trembled as he spoke. He felt pleasure running through his body like an electric current. "Do you like it?"
"I like it," she answered firmly, causing it to lick her palm, which was a bit itchy. Its round head came up, so she continued to pat its head, "Your spirit body is very special."
"Yes, it was like this when I first differentiated into a sentinel. I can't retract it."
"Oh, did you get into any trouble because of this?"
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The pampered black lion bared its teeth at Manuel from where she couldn't see him, and when he raised his arm, it was seen as an attempt to get closer, showing off its sharp claws to intimidate her. But she was already caught up in her conversation with the sentinel and had no time to pay attention to him.
Manuel felt a sense of loss. In just a few minutes, the two of them went from being strangers to exchanging names, then she bursting into laughter, becoming happy friends. This scene felt familiar to him, and yet, because of this familiarity, he felt a sense of regret. He was completely shrouded in a gray hue, isolated from the other two.
They and the spirit that rightfully occupied her arms were like a harmonious family, forming a noisy background sound. He felt the sea of spiritual energy in his body begin to become chaotic, and a voice screamed that it also wanted to come out, and wanted to be accepted and embraced.
But there was no way he could do that, just like he wouldn't take off his mask in front of her. After all, he would look like an ugly monster, and she wouldn't like it. He shouldn't do that.
"Manuel, what is your spiritual form?" With a pair of crystal clear eyes and round bags under her eyes, she looked at him with a smile, and seemed to be curious about him as well. The hot and constantly rolling heart like a branding iron stopped and quickly cooled down with only a sizzling sound as if it was immersed in a stream.
His thoughts returned to the present, and he joined the conversation, "Gray Wolf."
"Wolf?" She was incredulous, as if she had heard something shocking. Her eyebrows raised and she stopped petting the cat. "Are you sure it's a wolf?"
"Is there something on its neck?" Xu Shanshan paused. She felt like she had lost her mind. How could she confuse dreams and reality? She shook her head and said, "Forget it. Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Ares was dissatisfied with being ignored and spoke to draw his attention back to him. However, she did not joke with him easily as before. She avoided his gaze and stopped engaging. She did not ask any more questions, but kept agreeing with him. She even leaned towards the window unconsciously, away from him, hiding something in her heart.
He could have completed her question, but Manuel chose not to. If she had asked, he wouldn't have lied, a mixture of fear and anticipation. But if she finally decided to give up, to dismiss it as a dream, he wouldn't have revealed it. It was a dream.
He would respect her decision. If he ignored the constant wolf howling in his head, it would seem that he really felt nothing and didn't care.
The coffee was almost gone, and the cool breeze had been blowing for so long that it felt a bit chilly. She looked at the clock and said, "It's four o'clock in the afternoon. There's still time. Do you have anything else to do?"
Ares quickly replied, "I just need to be back before nine in the evening."
"And you?"
Manuel: "I want to keep you safe."
What this means is that no matter where she goes, the other party will follow her. Very good, "I really can't do this thing later without you two."
Her words piqued their interest. What could possibly be possible without his involvement? Ares undoubtedly ignored the other person she mentioned, anticipating their activities. Tempting thoughts raced through his mind. He glanced at the spirit in her arms, still clinging to her, and forcefully summoned it back.
Ares: "Okay, but before that, I want to talk to you alone."
She was thinking the same thing and looked at Manuel, who stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
After the irrelevant people left, Ares finally asked the question that concerned him most, "Is he your sentinel?"
Huh? Her delicate eyebrows knitted into a knot, and she looked troubled. She hadn't expected him to ask this. "What do you mean?"
"Your relationship."
"Ordinary friends," she stopped and looked around. There was no sign of the green-eyed man. She felt inexplicably guilty. He should still be in the bathroom. Her fingers kept tapping on the table. They were just ordinary friends whom she had only met once, right?
"Who is your sentinel then?"
Ares pressed on, glancing at the necklace on his collar from time to time. The unsightly black spider. Many sentinels gave guides ornaments with symbols to signal their presence to others. Of course, the reverse was also true; receiving a gift that clearly identified their belonging would make the recognized person ecstatic.
She thought about it carefully. "Not yet," it was true, and she shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe in the future."
His news turned out to be wrong. With her assurance, Ares's mood suddenly improved. He even got used to the annoying spider necklace on her neck. "Then I-"
"Don't be impatient. Wait for me to ask questions. Let's talk one on one."
"You ask."
“Why was I bombarded with messages the night before last?”
"I thought you liked it. The forum said: 'The spoiled sentinel has the best life.'"
She couldn't hold back her expression any longer, so she covered her face and smiled. Seeing her happy, the other person's expression also became relaxed. "Don't you like it?"
"Well, don't bombard me with messages from now on. Only one message a day at most. Got it?"
"Gojo?"
"Three, if I don't reply to you, it means I'm busy," I said this openly.
"Does that include photos?"
"What photos?" she muttered to herself, and the man blurted out easily, "Just naked—" She jumped up in fright, put her hands on the table, covered the other person's mouth, and whispered a threat: "Shut up and I'll let you go."
The man didn't respond for a long time. He didn't want her to let him go at all. He just felt that her hand was so white and soft, and he wanted to feel her scent. But the other party had already let go of his hand and looked around panicking, like a vigilant squirrel. It was so cute that he was about to melt.
"Ahem," she emphasized to prevent him from spreading rumors, "from now on, we can just be a normal, healthy online relationship. Don't send me those photos anymore."
"Why, don't you like it?"
"That's not the case," she answered honestly, having been led astray by him again. This wasn't a question of liking her or not, it was a matter of reputation. If she had known that her identity would be exposed, she would never have chatted with him online.
"Anyway, don't send it. Remember from now on, we are just friends. Don't tell anyone else that you sent me these things. Got it? We are just book friends."
"But I don't study," he shocked her again. It seemed that she didn't want their relationship to be exposed to others. Ares understood that sometimes it was more exciting this way. He looked at the other person's body and felt that the excuse of being a fitness friend was not convincing.
"Anyway, we met through legitimate channels and usually chat about normal topics."
"But I've already told you."
Seeing the other person desperately trying to strangle him, he willingly stretched his face forward, then retracted his hand, grabbing his hair, his fingers digging from his forehead to the apple of his cheek, squeezing the flesh of his cheeks together. He hurriedly grabbed her hand, afraid that she would hurt herself. Seeing the red marks on her face, he hurriedly explained, "But they won't tell. Don't worry, no one knows who you are except the deputy captain."
She felt better, no wonder. She shook off his hand and stood up. "Anyway, don't cause me any trouble." She needed to calm down. "I'm going to the bathroom."
The woman left, and Manuel came out of the bathroom shortly afterwards with a rather unhappy expression. This was to be expected. Although she said they were not familiar with each other, it did not prevent him from being hostile to any potential rival.
"Just friends, huh?"
He was sure that the other party had heard it. He could tell at a glance from that position that the sentry's hearing should have been able to hear everything the two men said without missing a word. The green-eyed man should have known everything.
Ares disliked him, a dislike that had arisen from the moment they saw him. Perhaps they were simply incompatible. He was like a follower, interrupting their world of two, completely forgetting that the other had arrived first.
Manuel didn't respond. This was the position he'd envisioned for himself, and he should be content. As for the savage, snarling cat, he had no desire to respond to her. He was a different person now, his temper much less tamed.
Some people could only admire, never approach. She looked up at Ares, then sideways, thinking with disdain and a touch of jealousy, "He's just a good-looking guy, flirting with her." They already had a spiritual connection; the attraction was merely physical.
Manuel brainwashed himself in this way, trying to dispel his unwillingness and imbalance. In short, it was just one word: win!
He actually laughed at being ridiculed. What a weirdo! Ares felt a chill run down his spine. If it weren't for Shanshan's guidance, he really wouldn't want to be with him even for a second. Speak of the devil, and here he is! A delicate fragrance, mixed with a subtle smell of blood, hit his nose.
"Hello, everyone."
She stood inside for a while, and when she came out of the bathroom after waking up, her eyes were bright again. She greeted the two of them happily. The man with a crew cut wanted to come over, but she refused and waved him away to indicate that he didn't want a hug.
"Let's go, we have other activities later."
"Your smell," her nostrils flared, and Manuel looked stunned. She was stunned for a moment, then she remembered and raised her hand, "Give me my bag." She turned and rushed to the bathroom.
I changed my sanitary products in the cubicle and dealt with the smell. Fortunately, most of the people here were ordinary people and they didn't react much. After finishing, I washed my fingertips, walked out, and raised my hand to sniff uncomfortably.
Ares: "Much better now."
Manuel: "Were you injured just now?"
She shook her head and evaded the question. The reason she wasn't upset was that she'd just searched the forum for related information and found that this behavior wasn't subject to punishment or discrimination. The comments below were mostly envy, jealousy, and requests for advice, with no negative comments at all.
What popped up on the search engine were titles like: How to strike up a conversation with the guide. There were no relevant entries at all. I kept changing the keywords, and after searching, a box popped up: Are you being harassed by the sentry?
She clicked no. It seemed that Baita was really tolerant of the guide. There was no need to scare herself. In other words, I did it. So what?
Qianli walked out of the cafe first, turned around, raised her head, smiled happily and said, "Come with me to pick out a gift!"
Ares: "What?"
Manuel: “To whom?”
The question was asked in unison. The guide put her finger under her lips, pursed her rosy lips, and rolled her eyes upwards, thinking about how to answer.
Precisely because there were so many people, she asked two people to help with the consultation. After the official registration on Friday, the first salary was paid in advance, and there were also various subsidies, which added up to a huge amount.
She replied simply: "A lot of people."
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