…that’s all.
There is actually a lot of content later, but it can indeed be described as "unbearable to watch", which made Hitzfeld blush.
Love words such as "I miss the scent of magnolia on you" and "I want to fall asleep smelling the fragrance of your hair" are considered implicit. The most outrageous sentences even mentioned her chest organs, but they were just some "literary artistic processing".
This gangster, she really dares to write.
Hitzfeld put the letter down several times and moved his lips to the air, but he couldn't help but be curious about how obscene the content behind it might be. He picked it up several times and read it through with his body hot.
Then she quickly threw the letter away, covered her face, and let herself be still for more than ten seconds until a bird's cry woke her up.
The two winter sparrows had recovered and were jumping around on the table, pecking at her pen holder.
Opening the window to chase them away, Hitzfeld looked at the other two small packages.
She said she gave me a gift?
Two gifts?
He picked them up with curiosity, and tried to figure out the contents by touching and kneading them. Hitzfeld determined that one of the packages contained photos.
When I opened it, it was indeed a photo.
This is a private photo. The woman in the photo is standing in the room wearing an outfit that would be considered conservative in modern times - but it is indeed sexy enough to be called a swimsuit. She is tilting her head to look at her.
Hitzfeld's face, which had just cooled down, turned red again in an instant.
She tried not to look at the large areas of exposed skin and quickly flipped through the photos, noting that most of them were landscapes.
The scenery, and where Xia Yibing lives on the island.
The other party took pictures of almost every detail, from the entrance to every room, even the bathroom, just to let her experience it in person.
There was something written behind the last photo, noting that it was taken with the help of a female doctor on the island and no outsiders could see it.
[I am still your exclusive model.]
After reading this sentence, the girl was a little amused.
But it is indeed quite touching.
She picked up the photo and the letter and held them against her chest, looking out the window, imagining what the other person was doing at that moment.
Oh, by the way, there is another package here.
Photos... probably aren't enough as gifts, right?
So this is the real gift, what will she get me?
When he kneaded it just now, he felt that the contents were soft. Hitzfeld was not afraid of damaging it and directly tore open the paper package violently.
A pair of black socks that were obviously not new had leaked out and were hanging on her arm, swaying slightly.
"..."
Looking at this thing, the girl's face began to darken.
Chapter 4 Ashley Returns
Hitzfeld's hunch was correct, Ashley was indeed going home today.
The boundaries of the entire manor were marked with dead bone ice needles. She could feel someone approaching and could also feel the corresponding marks on the other person's body.
After opening the door and letting the person in, Hitzfeld remembered the beef bone soup that was still cooking in the kitchen.
She had originally planned to go downstairs to deal with these things as soon as possible, but when she looked at the things in her hands, and then at the photos and letters she was still holding, her face gradually turned red again.
When I went downstairs, I met Ashley. The girl was very observant and the first thing she did was to stare at her ankles.
"How are you doing?" Hitzfeld tried to change the subject. "I see you've lost a lot of weight. I heard the food there is terrible..."
But Ashley didn't take the charm and pointed at her ankles and asked her, "I didn't see you wearing these socks before!"
Hitzfeld's face turned green. He was really talking about things that were not relevant.
Ashley is good in every way, except for some of the habits she brought back from the wilderness - or rather, her straightforwardness, which is too irritating.
Don't always tell the truth...
"Really!" Ashley didn't know that she was about to get angry, and she kept pestering her, running around behind her, and even trying to reach out and lift her skirt, wanting to see it more clearly.
In her impression, Heath's mother's socks were all conservative. And now it was winter, so what she was wearing was more like thick tights than socks.
But this pair... Of course, it is also tights in style, but it is not thick, and the color is slightly lighter than black, even a bit "brown-black", and you can see some flesh color through the material.
This is particularly evident at the ankles, which look particularly silky and smooth. Coupled with the girl's conservative clothes, this sense of contrast and imagination space... anyone who sees it may feel a little dry in the mouth.
Of course Ashley didn't understand any of this. She didn't know what was moist or not, but she was indeed curious, and she was indeed very honest - she just wanted to touch it.
Hitzfeld turned around, slapped her paws away, and ordered her to take a shower quickly, otherwise she would not get any of the food she had prepared.
This was the ultimate announcement for Ashley, because she could only come back once a week, and the happiest thing about coming back to the manor was to taste delicious food that she had never even heard of.
Her little mother Hitz has been in a bad mood recently, and everyone can see that.
This is definitely a bad thing.
However, while Heath's mother was in a bad mood, she fell in love with scientific research. In addition to tinkering with guns and potions, she also liked to study new dishes.
Ashley thought this must be a good thing.
She quickly went upstairs to take off her equipment, throwing aside the dusty leather armor, iron shoulder armor, wrist guards and knee pads. To her surprise, the girl found that the water had been boiled in advance.
She immediately didn't hesitate and took a hot bath. When she came out, her whole body was rubbed red and smoke was coming out of her head.
“They don’t allow us to use hot water.”
Hitzfeld was cooking in the kitchen, and Ashley was standing beside her, talking nonstop.
"Instructor Kao must have a problem with his brain. I told her that I was a warrior of the Sky Hunters and that I had always taken cold showers since I was a child, but she insisted that I should do the same as everyone else. This is really unreasonable!"
"That makes sense." Hitzfeld replied as he added seasoning, "It's easy to go from cold water to hot water, but it's hard to go from hot water back to cold water."
"It's not difficult." Ashley shook her head. "Do you know about winter swimming competitions? We also have internal competitions, and I took first place directly. If there was no speed requirement, I could have soaked in the lake for a whole day."
"I misunderstood you." Hitzfeld looked at her, "I shouldn't have boiled water for you."
Ashley couldn't convince her no matter how she tried, so for the sake of food she had to give in and admit that she just wanted hot water.
“There’s no shame in admitting your inner expectations.”
At the dinner table, Hitzfeld tried his best to throw food on her plate, lecturing her as he did so.
"I also like hot water. I can't even stand a cold shower. That's normal. We all have different weaknesses."
"But how to avoid these shortcomings, or even find ways to turn them into motivation, and work a little harder every day, this mentality will allow you to gain a lot, and unknowingly distance yourself from lazy people."
"Uh-huh!" Ashley was too busy eating to object to the reprimands.
She really loves this "beef bone soup". The rich soup is topped with red oil. She takes a bite of rice noodles and then a bite of meat, then gulps down the soup. The fragrance of the rice, the softness of the meat, the richness of the butter...all of these are ignited by the spiciness, brewing a storm in her mouth and throat.
too delicious!
"Another bowl!" She gulped down the soup and made the request in a majestic manner.
Hitzfeld silently took the bowl and served her soup. He looked expressionless on the surface, but under the table, her black silk feet in slippers were already tiptoeing in pleasure.
"You said you won first place in the winter swimming competition?" At the same time, she chatted with the girl and threw a few pieces of meat and bones into Lily's bowl.
"I'm not lying to you!"
She emphasized this again and again, which surprised Hitzfeld.
As an eyewitness, she knew very well what the environment on Brays Island was like. Ashley was definitely not afraid of the heat, but she once thought that she would be afraid of the cold.
"What about other games?"
"They all ranked first! Even the men's group! No student can rival me!"
Ashley was already 50% full, not starving like a ghost, and had some time to answer her questions.
It was actually the right time for her to join the Knight Academy. The academy's winter training camp was the most challenging. Not only were there many competitions and events, but the instructors would also teach a lot of practical skills during this period.
This really opened Ashley's eyes. Although she was very strong, she mostly fought with brute force in the past. This was the first time she realized that strength could be used skillfully. She was very respectful to the martial arts instructor.
When she got excited, she even left her chair to demonstrate on the spot, which frightened Lily so much that she dropped the bone and ran away, thinking that she would beat it for fun again because she hadn't been back for a long time.
After finishing the meal, it was almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
Ashley wanted to help clean up the mess, but Hitzfeld wouldn't let her, saying that she had a rare day to relax, so he sent her to take Lily to the woods to play and pick up some firewood.
"Let's go, Lily! Let's race to see who gets to the river first!"
"Woof! Aaaaaaaaaaa!"
Watching the man and the dog running away in the snow, the cheerful atmosphere seemed to be contagious, and Hitzfeld couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
Lower the curtains or just pull the entire drapery open.
It was rare for the weather to be sunny, so she planned to draw down all the curtains in the house in the afternoon to let the room get some sunlight.
Before that, she put the food that Ashley brought back into the cupboard for storage, threw the dishes into the sink and soaked them in hot water, and came back to wash them after sweeping the living room.
Don't wait too long, or your hands will get cold.
While working, she carefully felt the abnormality coming from below the waist.
The feeling of being tightly wrapped, held, and cared for both body and mind...
I have to say it's quite tempting.
She began to wonder whether the socks had been washed in summer.
I smelled it before wearing it, and it has no smell. But if it is just newly opened, there is no need to remove the packaging and send it over, right?
But she doesn't care.
Maybe it's a little unusual to think this way, but she...
She felt that being treated this way was more comfortable, as if two people were overlapping with each other in this way and experiencing this physical feeling together, and the distance between their hearts was shortened.
Ah...I can't think any deeper.
Hitzfeld blushed again.
Xia also said that what she wrote in the letter was excessive. She certainly didn’t know that sometimes I think even more excessively than she did.
She also said that she hoped I would give her a similar gift in return. This kind of thing...does she want me to just take it off and send it to her?
She couldn't figure it out, and even thought of some extremely bold possibilities, so she quickly shook her head to get rid of the idea.
It was almost dark when the work in the house was finished.
Ashley and Lily returned from the river. They were not completely wet, but there was melted snow on many parts of their bodies.
Hitzfeld didn't say anything. She boiled water in advance and let Ashley take a bath. She caught Lily and gave it a bath while the Sheldon dog barked and howled.
"Good night."
She said goodbye to the girl as she turned out the lights.
"Heath."
A voice suddenly came from the darkness.
"Thank you for being so nice to me."
"…What do you want to say all this suddenly?"
Hitzfeld was puzzled.
"No, I know..." Ashley continued, "Not only about food, Heath is still trying to find a way to deal with it... I know... You want to help me solve the hidden dangers of the Flintstone Knights in the future."
Hitzfeld's lips moved, but this time he didn't say anything.
"But I don't want Heath to be too tired because of this."
Ashley said again.
"If I'm not mistaken, Heath hasn't slept for almost two weeks..."
Chapter 5: The Corpse Stitcher and the Night Watchman
A little speechless.
