It all started with her brush, with the pen sketch she made with divine blood ink.
At first, she didn't consider this aspect at all. She was not lying about the woman's words and excuses, but she really couldn't accept it. She even believed in a rigid way that since she was no longer her original gender, it was wrong for the two of them to care about each other and make progress.
But Xia Yibing had already been affected by the ink.
Ink has the power to distort reality. It certainly healed all her wounds at the time, but it also projected the inner meaning of the sketch into her heart, making her unconsciously break through the constraints of principles and start thinking about the possibility of developing a relationship with herself.
From here on, the balance of the relationship and the moral bottom line are broken.
Under her repeated active gestures, I finally couldn't hold it anymore and gave in a little, advancing the relationship to the current level.
Hitzfeld considered his words carefully.
She would rather use a certain degree as a metaphor than directly admit that it is a romantic relationship.
It can only be said that her mentality has not completely changed.
She is still influenced by her past life, both in terms of personality and aesthetics.
So my obsession with her started much earlier than I thought, when I first started drawing her body...
Hitzfeld remembered the first time Xia Yibing changed clothes in front of her.
Grabbing the hem of his shirt with both hands, he lifted it up to cover his face, just enough to expose his entire upper body.
She was sure that she would never forget that picture, that scene, and even that bra.
After that, the “female body” became an option for her to relieve her loneliness through painting materials.
Xia Yibing's face.
Xia Yibing's shoulders, arms, hips, legs and feet.
Everything, from proportions to sizes, escaped her eyes and was deeply solidified through thousands of depictions.
Therefore, even though it was pitch black now, and even though the two of them were covered with quilts, Hitzfeld could still outline the outline of a naked female body in his mind.
Xia may not know that no matter how many clothes she wears, in my eyes, it’s the same as wearing nothing.
Unconsciously raising the corners of his mouth, Hitzfeld moved his head so that he could press more comfortably against the soft "pillow".
After figuring out some things, she was about to close her eyes and take a nap.
But she suddenly thought of something.
I……
Because I'm a God Eater, I'm afraid that the blood supply to my left eye will cause inflammation, so I'm forbidden to do that.
But Xia is not a divine eclipser.
Can I be a little more harsh on her?
This is definitely a fantastic idea. It is like when one side has absolute defense, the other side is no longer equal by nature and will definitely fail as long as the battle line is opened.
After thinking about this question carefully, Hitzfeld felt that he was too dirty.
Of course she did.
She has never experienced it in two lives, and at most has only read some "teaching materials". It would be a lie to say that she doesn't want to experience it herself.
But she didn't want to experience it under this premise.
Because the attacker will also be excited and want to prevent her left eye from getting hurt, unless she is "using" the opponent with an absolutely calm mind.
That's... too disrespectful to this relationship.
She didn't want to become that kind of person.
Woo——woo——
A low honking sound came from outside the window, coming from the front of the train, reminding them that they were about to arrive at the station.
The distance is really close...
Feeling emotional in his heart, Hitzfeld reached out and shook Xia Yibing, asking her to get up.
"Hmm~" The woman was obviously unwilling, but she still hugged her tightly, like a child who wanted to stay in bed.
Hitzfeld found it funny at first.
After thinking about it, she gradually put away her smile and her mood became a little heavy.
She didn't try to shake Xia Yibing again and just let her hold her.
After a while, there was a knock on the carriage door.
"Hitzfeld?"
Ethan's voice.
"Alright? We need to get out of the car."
"I feel a little uncomfortable."
Hitzfeld said softly.
"Let the captain wait."
what's the situation?
Ethan blinked. He didn't hear any weakness in these words.
Everything was fine when he got in the car. Hitzfeld didn't need to sleep, and there was no possibility of being disturbed.
"Nothing surprising, Doyle."
Grimm came with him. Seeing him in a daze, he leaned over and whispered to him, "Anyone who is exiled like this will be dissatisfied... She is just a child. It is normal for her to be a little emotional."
Of course I knew this, but Hitzfeld was no ordinary kid.
Ethan glanced at him and knew that he had probably forgotten almost all the details of Hitzfeld's file.
You may still remember what cases Hitzfeld handled before and what he was involved in, but you definitely can't remember the more specific performance.
Ethan looked at the door and took Grimm a few steps away.
"…Didn't I tell you many times to call me Ethan?"
"Really? I actually forgot!"
Grimm's eyes widened in surprise.
"Then your last name is not Heidegger..."
"Shut up!!!"
If Hitzfeld were here, she would be surprised at Ethan's current state.
His face was ferocious, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely violent and angry.
"I really don't know why he transferred you back...!"
After staring at Grim with extremely terrifying eyes, Ethan gradually returned to his normal expression.
"There won't be a next time, Grim."
"I have always regarded you as a friend, but you must remember this."
"No, don't tell her."
Hitzfeld was so willful that he delayed for two more hours.
The fact was exactly as she thought. Faced with the willfulness of an exile, everyone showed great tolerance. During this process, no one even urged her, allowing Xia Yibing to have a good sleep.
"Oh my god...how come it's already past six o'clock?"
When the woman woke up and looked at the watch, she was shocked. She immediately abandoned Hitzfeld and sat up, holding her head in her hands with a look of despair.
"My sense of time is so bad???"
Of course, she wouldn't say that she was dreaming about her past with her father.
So embarrassing.
It doesn't fit with her usual personality.
"It's not because of you."
Hitzfeld sat up calmly and took out a book on perfume making from under the quilt.
"I told them to stop here. I wasn't feeling well."
Xia Yibing tilted her head and suddenly moved closer to the girl, staring at her carefully with a pair of charming black eyes, as if confirming whether she was lying.
Hitzfeld was possessed by the actor, and naturally turned his head to look at her, and frowned slightly: "What are you looking at?"
It's quite hard work.
Because the woman was still wearing a bathrobe.
In this kneeling position facing her, some things will fall down due to the rules of gravity.
She had to try hard not to stare.
"nothing."
Xia Yibing suddenly grinned.
She rushed over and hugged Hitzfeld with lightning speed, holding her tightly in her arms and rubbing and ravaging her, and whispered:
"Thank you, Aisun."
"I now believe... that you are the angel my father sent me."
Chapter 21 Madman
After hearing this, Hitzfeld knew that his thoughts had been seen through.
She felt very uncomfortable and embarrassed, and her face was getting hotter. For the sake of her reputation, she decided not to admit it no matter what.
But Xia Yibing found that she had begun to get used to Hitzfeld's dishonesty at this juncture. She just smiled, did not force the girl to admit it, and quickly jumped out of bed and started to get dressed.
Her clothes were more capable and she put them on faster. After she was done, she saw Hitzfeld fumbling with her long skirt and came over to help her.
Of course Hitzfeld couldn't sleep in a skirt.
High-quality fabrics wrinkle easily, and the better the fabric, the harder it is to eliminate wrinkles. Although she is rich, she is not rich enough to be extravagant, not to mention that wearing a wrinkled skirt would make her look indecent.
So of course she took off her clothes and lay down on top of him.
"I don't want your help!"
Seeing Xia Yibing coming closer, she thought that she was trying to force her to confess, so she quickly took a step back on the bed.
As a result, he stepped on the hem of his long skirt, flipped over, and fell flat on his back in front of the woman.
So when getting off the bus, everyone else couldn't understand why the gray-haired girl had a gloomy face while their captain was always smiling.
But the captain is very sensible.
Since she's smiling, that probably means...there's no problem, right?
"The town of Elnak is ahead." When they were almost there, Zafira gave them information about the town. "The whole town has a population of more than 6000 people. Most of the local residents make a living by running horse and carriage stations and hotels. This is just a transit station between cities."
"A transfer station should be able to transfer trains, right?" Pippen raised his hand. "But I remember that the town of Elnak only has a railway line leading to Kain, so it doesn't seem to be described in this way..."
The further he spoke, the lower his voice became, because Zafira was glaring at him with a sharp gaze, putting more and more pressure on him.
If he had to say who he despised the most in Team 17, it would definitely be Grim Alex. He always felt that since he had amnesia, he was not suitable to be active on the front line of the case. Otherwise, it would be a contempt and humiliation for a serious agent like him.
But if you ask him who he is most afraid of, he is actually not that afraid of the captain Xia Yibing, but is more afraid of Zafira.
This was partly because he had not been with Xia Yibing for a long time, and he had not yet fully experienced her methods. But more importantly, Zafira was their examiner when they joined the team, and students had a natural fear of examiners, and this mentality had always remained.
So he was very afraid of Zafira.
He and Herm were both afraid of him.
"I have the details of the mission." Xia Yibing took out an envelope from her pocket, opened it, and read the letter: "...Our primary target is a man named Phil Lawrence. He is the real owner of the 'Desolate Nightmare'. He is now being guarded by Agent Anmi. When we arrive in the town, we must first hand over the task to Agent Anmi."
Once the goal is clear, the next steps will be clear.
Ethan looked at Hem. The man with glasses was confused at first, but then he suddenly realized. He took out a few small flashlights from the bag on his back and distributed them to everyone. The group of people began to move towards the town by lighting the way.
"..." Only Hitzfeld behaved abnormally. Everyone else followed the path obediently, but she was the only one who kept studying the small flashlight, which would flicker on and off, and from time to time she would wave the beam of light around.
