Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Impersonation
What a close relationship, always saying "we" and "Karl" every three sentences.
Shiwei slapped his arms, urging him to move, but finding that the man was indifferent, he stood up, stepped on the edge of the chair and between the two of them, sat down, turned over so that his belly was facing up, and put the front of his paws on his hands.
She really looked over, stopped her story, looked at the lion's claws, and stretched out her hands to scratch its chin and head. The black lion purred with pleasure, and its tail was raised high.
The touch was smooth, soft and thick, and the other person's enjoyment made her full of motivation. She held up her head, massaged her cheeks, and narrowed her eyes into a line.
Bruno curled his lips. He knew he wasn't popular, so he was trying to find a different approach. He leaned so close, almost touching her. Ares took her hand, causing her to become alert, and brought it to her vulnerable abdomen. Mist entwined each finger, and then he let go. "It feels good here."
He must be too considerate and upright to seduce others to touch sensitive parts, without any selfish motives, just massaging, communicating, and politely guiding.
But petting a big cat is really relaxing and cute. She couldn't help but think so. Her fingers were itching to poke its wet nose and whiskers. The cat also noticed her intention and raised its head to come close to her, looking like a well-behaved person ready to be ravaged.
Further communication was interrupted. Xia Guangli was roared at like a lion as he approached, but he still put on a smile: "It's not easy for you to come here, you can't ignore us."
"No, I saw you guys were eating, are you done?"
Everyone had left and they were eating their meal carelessly. I glanced over and saw two people walking in the fields, from sunset to sunset, like they were in a romantic movie. Who could sit still?
Xia Guangli: "Without you, the food doesn't taste good."
How could it be possible? She wasn't like a spice that could add flavor to food. But they were here mainly for her, and it was not right for her to be absent.
Taking the hint, Black Lion stepped aside, and the woman successfully stood up. The two walked side by side, and when the chair seat lightened, Bruno joined the group.
He told some lame joke that made her burst into laughter, but why couldn't he laugh when he heard it? He said something annoying and got slapped, but he didn't show any regret, only enjoyment, deliberately.
It was a warm gathering of friends, with everyone sitting in a circle with a bonfire burning in the center.
As people approached, they stood up and helped pull out chairs. Amidst flowers, applause and music, the firelight illuminated her face and she glanced at the people who were making a fuss with a smile.
Someone said, "Captain Xia, give us one."
The words came from a young man, but the cheers grew louder and louder, and the man next to him stretched out his right hand, pressed down with his palm, and said, "Okay, I'll start!"
The peregrine falcon perched on his shoulder, its talons digging into the leather of his collar. Suddenly, its strong wings flapped, picking up the wind, and it leaped into the air.
They all looked up, but she couldn't see clearly. A beam of light illuminated the sky, and Bruno showed her the way. The beam moved upward, spread out, and faded, gradually blending into the night.
She felt puzzled and decided to take another look.
Another beam of light came on, it was Manuel. The two intersecting beams of light locked its position, and a small point gradually expanded, like a bullet, so fast that no shadow could be seen.
The power supply was restored, so it was bright near the ground. It passed over the ridges of the fields and through the woods, with a touch of red on its body, turned around and came towards her.
She held her breath nervously, and after thinking about it, she reached out to Xia Guangli's hand. In case she lost control, she still had a shield.
Someone poured a glass of wine on it, and the flames suddenly shot out several meters high, and the heat hit my face. It didn't slow down, but jumped down from above my head, folded its wings, and rushed into the fire.
She was so startled that she leaned forward, but before she could even scream, it had already flashed out. The tiny spark hadn't ignited yet as it was extinguished by the wind. For a brief moment, it looked like a brilliant tail flame.
This was the first circle. It slowed down and rushed upwards, turned in the air, and fell in a circular trajectory, circling around the tongue of fire. One side of its wings extended, and it spiraled upwards. It was still intact, including the items it was carrying.
"Wow~"
Awesome! Only if it's fast enough can it avoid getting burned. It took off a second time, slowing down, flapping its wings, and hovering in front of her, allowing her to see clearly.
Two beautiful hibiscus flowers grew side by side on the branch, a gift to her. After being through the flames, the delicate petals remained intact, not burned or wrinkled.
Xia Guangli: "I'll need your cooperation next."
Guided by the man, she came to within a meter of the fire. The peregrine falcon took off again, and the man said, "Throw it away."
I've heard of "picking chestnuts from the fire", but how can there be a way to pick flowers from the fire? She hesitated, watching it circling in the air, afraid that it was too late, but then a voice of urging sounded.
"Guide Shanshan, please don't release the water."
"Yes, don't be partial to him."
The two men's noses touched, golden flames dancing in their eyes. The man nodded. He could handle it. It was nothing.
But she still couldn't let it go. The fire core had the highest temperature, which made it more difficult. If it fell to the bottom, she would have to dig her claws into the carbon ash to look for it, and it would be unbearably hot.
She whispered, "Change it, don't get burned."
"OK."
The man responded softly. Whether it was out of partiality or distrust in her ability, she cared about herself and didn't care what others thought. Go ahead and envy her.
The two of them were carried away by the wind, and soon, the feeling of weightlessness came over them.
He was safe now. Xu Shanshan thought in the air, if I had known this would happen, I would have let him drill through the fire. Do all birds like to perform aerial handovers?
After returning safely, she breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in her chair. She was still shocked, but she had gotten used to it and it was quite exciting.
At the end of the party, she also saw lions going through fire hoops and clashing with fire poles, and there was also a striptease performance. Ares dared to dance, but she didn't dare to watch.
She covered her face, afraid that she would really bleed from her nose, and didn't finish watching it. After all, the texture of the scene was more delicate than the online video, so she found an excuse to leave.
Ares tried to follow but was stopped. The man came with bad intentions and asked sarcastically, "Are you a sentry from the White Tower or a stripper in a bar?"
Ares: "Why are you pretending to be so noble?"
He came alone, but he was not timid. He looked at the person who was speaking. Even in the line, this person couldn't get a number. His seat was so far away. Did he ever look at him more than once?
The showy bird-head is leading a group of little chicks. Look at the dazzling ornaments on their earrings, necks and wristbands. Don't tell him that they are like this on the battlefield too.
I'm just more capital-rich than them, more eye-catching, and more willing to take risks. So, do I still need to maintain my dignity? If you don't like it, just get out.
And this one, Blonde White Lotus, likes me and doesn’t do anything, but the guide just likes me, favors me, and wants to keep me by his side?
He has reached the limit of endurance now.
bathroom.
She washed her hands, lifted the curtain, and saw the gray wolf waiting at the steps. Its owner was standing next to it and naturally handed the leash to her.
She led the wolf forward and said, "I thought you wouldn't come." The giant dog in front of her was exactly the same as in her dream, and two furry pointed ears suddenly appeared on the man's head.
Why did he suddenly turn into a beast? "Are you okay?" Do you need help?
"fine."
He blushed a little, but hid it under his mask, and spoke calmly, as if it was just a coincidence. In fact, he was just trying to please her clumsily, but she didn't realize it.
As they walked out, the back of her hand started to itch. She looked down. The gray wolf was a meter away from her. Whose tail was this? She grabbed it with her backhand, and the person next to her groaned.
The force pulled at her spine, intensely stimulating the base of her tail. A grip on her vulnerable spot brought tension, guilt, and anticipation. When she let go, she felt a sense of loss.
"Does it hurt? It suddenly reached out to me, and I subconsciously..."
"fine."
She couldn't figure out where the tail came from. Did the butt pocket have a hole in it? It felt fluffy and a little prickly.
Because I was distracted, I missed a step when going down the stairs and fell down. The traction rope slipped out of my hand, but I didn't feel the pain I expected. Someone hugged my waist and picked me up, and his hands subconsciously grabbed my shoulders.
Manuel: "The stairs are slippery, be careful."
She leaned against his chest, and Haruka heard someone calling her name from outside, "Put me down."
Seeing that she looked tired and it was getting late, Manuel advised her to go back and rest. They were on vacation and went to bed very late.
She also listened to the advice and realized that she couldn't compete with these people in energy, so she left after explaining.
Most visitors will stay in the family building, but they seem to prefer sleeping on the floor in the living room rather than in the comfortable bedroom.
Before going to bed, she received good news that the purified soil was resistant to pollution, which meant that she could grow healthy food even after she left.
This is fantastic. If we can stop the spread of pollution, people can use more land for development and production.
Since they are here, they should not be idle. In the next few days, they will all help with the work and she will also help with the counseling.
After being able to control her mental power, she no longer needed to make physical contact. She handled the situation in the same way as most guides. Since there were so many people, they would form groups of three and try to finish the round before the others.
The accident happened one night.
The man stood outside the door. A very faint moaning sound came from the window. He couldn't make out what he was humming. He came to the wall and pried open a corner. The rich smell of guiding essence filled his nose and his pupils widened.
The man said nothing, dismantled the security window, got in, and closed it again, because the door was locked when they arrived. When he came to the bed, he found her feverish and unconscious.
It was probably triggered by the combination of fever, group counseling, and the patients being sent in, which deprived their mental and physical bodies of rest. The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he dug his nails into the flesh, advising himself not to do anything stupid.
The strange feeling was hard for her to bear, and she called Karl for a long time, but she forgot that he had given up the bedroom.
Someone was coming in front of her, and she didn't know who it was. Her mind was in a mess, and she pressed herself against him impatiently. A cool feeling appeared at the point where their skin touched, like a basin of clear water extinguishing the restless heat.
"Carl, it's hot."
The man lay on the edge of the bed, letting her hands reach out randomly and dig at him without any rules. She invited him again and again, her face flushed, watching him call out other people's names.
"See who I am."
She couldn't tell the difference between the similar, blurry tall figures, so she instinctively moved closer and stuck close to them, finding some relief.
A kiss fell, but it was not enough. Her voice became softer and softer, pleading earnestly, and in the end she became annoyed and demanded: "Move, Carl, move."
The man pulled his hand back, but was pulled back by a very light force, "Don't go~"
"Okay, go back to bed." The man finally compromised and claimed the name.
“Karl…”
"Well, do you like this?"
When she woke up the next day, she saw the person lying next to her. She was so shocked that she wrapped the quilt tightly. When she looked down, she found that she was naked too. This was not right.
Pulling the quilt over, the naked body was displayed in front of him, with red marks left all over it, as if it had been ruthlessly tortured.
There was a knock on the door. It was Karl's voice, reminding her that breakfast was ready. She responded while pushing the man awake. How could he have sex with her when she didn't drink any alcohol?
"Get up, don't sleep anymore."
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