Of course, she had collected a lot of interest before she went back. Whether it was the vengeance of being sent black stockings or the vengeance of being concealed for her split consciousness, these new and old grudges were all settled that evening.
Both people in her memory were very crazy, and it was rare for Hitzfeld to be so proactive... She guessed that was the first time the girl was really scared, and coupled with the incident with Coldis, she also needed an outburst of sexual desire to dispel her depression.
In this regard, is there any other step that would be more effective except the most direct confrontation and the most thorough honesty?
They must have both felt that there would not be any more, so they were so direct, even... the process seemed a little rough, they hugged each other as if they wanted to merge into one, and maybe they subconsciously regarded this process as the "final" one.
Thinking of this, Xia Yibing's mind became a little crooked.
She couldn't help but tilt her head to look at the girl's chest, imagining the plump outline and feel wrapped in the conservative fabric.
Then I unconsciously lowered my gaze to the waist, and indeed caught a glimpse of a surprising curve extending from the spine all the way to the back, which was difficult to conceal even in such a relaxed sitting posture.
The immature fruits we saw back then are gradually evolving into mature ones.
"Car! Car!" Hitzfeld pushed her twice, thus avoiding a car crash.
"If you do this again," she said with a frown, "I won't let you live in my house anymore."
"Everyone has their own way of celebrating~" Xia Yibing smiled happily, "You feel it yourself, don't you? If they want to punish you, you can't come to Wayne as a free person."
This is true.
Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched.
This time she did not come to the king on her own initiative, but received a summons from the White Shadow Palace, asking her to prepare as quickly as possible - the order only gave her 48 hours, and she had to leave almost immediately.
But there were no additional requirements, and the men in black surrounding the manor withdrew one by one. After that, the entire manor seemed to have returned to its original cold atmosphere, which made her a little uncomfortable.
"Ai Suen." Xia Yibing was driving and couldn't help but turn her head to call her again.
"how."
"You're much stronger than I thought."
"Why...are you suddenly saying this?"
"I'm serious." Xia Yibing's face was gloomy. "My father... When that incident happened in my family, it took me ten years to get over it. Sometimes I would hide in my quilt and cry in the middle of the night. I felt like a loser."
"It looks good on the surface...what's the point of looking good on the surface?"
"Such agents are too fragile. They can only be used as consumables and will be scrapped after a few uses."
"Let me be honest, Aishun. I didn't think I'd get this far until I met you."
"The Golem Dilemma... The Crystal Sea... And this series of evil disasters. I have unknowingly shared so much of the credit with you. I should have known you very well... But until this meeting, I was still worried that you couldn't bear it."
"What do you mean?" Hitzfeld looked up.
"Coldis?"
"No." Xia Yibing tilted her head to look at her, "I mean those who died."
It was true that Hitzfeld was a very strong person in her understanding, but she also knew the girl's weakness, which was that she was a little too kind in many cases.
She had had this feeling a long time ago. When she first heard about her from Ethan, met her in person, and read the information about her, she quickly discovered that she was different from every target she had met before.
It was a feeling of being out of place.
Her ideas, her attitude towards people and things, and even her...kindness.
They are in sharp contrast with this world.
It was as if she didn't grow out of this soil at all, but came from another paradise.
There was no evil, no pollution, and not so much poison and blood for her to develop such a nature.
She was not worried that Hitzfeld would not be able to get over the torment of killing her loved ones, but she suspected that she would be immersed in the guilt of killing innocent people and unable to extricate herself.
I left in a hurry that day, I just tasted her and left.
There's no time to talk about this kind of thing, it involves a heart-to-heart talk, and it feels a bit off to mention it now.
Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind.
"If I think so, their deaths would be in vain."
Hitzfeld was silent for a while before saying this.
She didn't want to continue this topic and tried to avoid it: "Do you know why the White Shadow Palace summoned me?"
"do not know."
"Is there anything else Chief Imaar doesn't know?"
"I'm not powerful enough to be a worm in your majesty's stomach." Xia Yibing curled her lips, "At most I know what color the underwear of a girl who calls herself the 'Mysterious Lord' was last week..."
She didn't finish her words because Hitzfeld punched her hard on the shoulder.
"Then don't I know yours too?"
"Yeah, so we're even."
Xia Yibing didn't mind the girl's punch at her at all.
It didn't hurt at all, and it was a little itchy, and it could penetrate directly from her skin into her heart.
While waiting at the intersection, she suddenly fell sideways, with her entire upper body and head hitting the girl's thigh.
"…What are you doing?"
Hitzfeld glared at her sternly, but if you looked closely you could still see that her expression was a little unnatural.
"I haven't enjoyed this for a long time... Can't I just smell it first?"
"But you just sniffed it last week."
"I feel uncomfortable if I don't smell it for a day, no - even for an hour."
Isn't this the same as some kind of bad habit?
Hitzfeld was so angry that she laughed. She reached out and pinched the woman's nose, forcing her to speak to her in a muffled voice: "If you like this, I don't mind."
No, that voice and tone are too funny.
Hitzfeld smiled happily.
And what Xia said was actually right. They had survived a disaster this time, and it was understandable that they wanted more after going through the danger.
Having her consciousness torn apart once was enough, and she was also grateful that she could still get along with Xia as a complete person.
"That is to say... you are now a complete you, not some 'mystery master' or a 'girl detective'."
Xia Yibing was simply too lazy to get up. Seeing that there was still some time left, she turned over so that she could face the girl's soft belly. She sniffed the fragrance coming from her body while holding her little hand and chatting, discussing the details that had been overlooked last week.
"These are just code names. I am who I am."
Hitzfeld blushed a little as he spoke.
It was already the beginning of spring, and the Port of Wayne was full of spring in early April. She was no longer wearing thick clothes, and through the thin fabric she could clearly feel the woman's breathing rubbing against her belly.
After thinking about it, she plucked up her courage and pushed Xia's head a little further in.
"I am Hitzfeld."
"It's yours...Aisun."
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There are two more chapters coming up.
Chapter 3 Intersection of Parallel Lines
Nothing to be embarrassed about.
The relationship had been established long ago, and they had intercourse with each other. Apart from some necessary privacy that might have served a purpose of interest, there was nothing that could not be said between the two of them.
Xia Yibing's breathing became noticeably faster.
She read in a book that there is actually a cooling-off period in love.
When a couple first meet, they can love each other like crazy, and some of the other's shortcomings are insignificant in their eyes. But as time goes by, the passion in their heads gradually fades, and the person in front of them is no longer lovely, and may even appear ugly.
But she didn't understand this kind of trouble at all.
Her Aisuen... her angel... the mysteries of her body alone were enough for her to explore throughout her life, not to mention the qualities hidden beneath her fragility and kindness, which were even deeper and more charming than the shadow of her black stockings.
"Aisun..." She followed the force of the girl's push and buried her face deep in her soft belly, breathing there through a layer of cloth, deeply sniffing the fragrance that seemed to be emanating from the other person's body.
"Why……"
"Why do you always surprise me?"
Every once in a while... it's like an endless book of codes, making people want to explore every minute and every second.
She loved it so much, she just loved this feeling, and loved the girl who was close to her. Now if someone asked her what was the wisest decision she had made in her life, she would definitely say that it was that she insisted on pestering her and did not give up after being rejected.
Xia Yibing was expressing her joy with her actions - she held the girl's waist tightly with her hands in a slightly awkward position, buried her face in her belly, and rubbed it back and forth, mumbling some nonsense. And Hitzfeld's face turned completely red under this attack... She even showed a rare panic, and for a few seconds her mind was blank, not knowing how to deal with this situation.
"You...you better be careful!" After a long while, he finally reacted and tried to push her softly, "There are people on the street...don't breathe...ah!"
"Am I such a vulgar person?"
Xia Yibing let go of her and returned to her initial supine position, leisurely admiring the beautiful outline protruding from this angle.
"I'm just so happy, so glad. It turns out that what happened last week was not a dream. It's something we really had, and I can continue to have it..."
It's as if it never happened before.
Hitzfeld was too lazy to say anything to her, but at least she didn't continue to act recklessly, which made her feel relieved.
In fact, if it really happened, I probably wouldn't refuse.
She thinks very clearly that no matter what the reason is, it is wrong. Don't be fooled by a woman who says "I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you", but in fact the main responsibility is on her side, and she knows it very well.
Director Xia is busy outside contributing to the country and society, and creating a comfortable environment so that people here can live a stable life. But she is causing trouble at home, causing such a huge shock and commotion.
If Hitzfeld didn't express it clearly, he would feel uncomfortable.
Given that she and Director Xia both had equally poor emotional experiences, the best compensation she could think of was that.
In short, she must not be allowed to do whatever she wants on the street.
But she actually doesn't mind if the car is driven to some remote place.
"Can I see your spirit?" Xia Yibing asked suddenly.
"……Can."
Although hesitant, Hitzfeld still summoned the Bone Ice Needle in front of her.
This thing is about 10 centimeters long, crystal clear, and emitting cold air. The temperature in the carriage has been dropping since it appeared.
"Very beautiful." Xia Yibing commented and tried to reach out to it.
"Can I touch it?"
“…I’m not sure you can touch it.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman's fingers had already come into contact with the ice needle.
Hitzfeld immediately hummed, then covered his mouth tightly, his eyes full of disbelief.
what's the situation?
It would be fine if I could just touch it, but why did it feel like it could reach her heart... Was the present spirit so sensitive?
"Very cool." Fortunately, Xia Yibing was fully focused on the ice needle. She played with it for a while before returning it to the girl.
"So what's the principle behind this thing? Is it your nightmare, just like Chang Xia?"
"I don't think so."
She wanted to know this, so Hitzfeld simply explained it to her.
"Changxia should be an ordinary spirit, that is, a projection of nightmares in reality." The girl described, "In other words, its manifestation requires the help of the power of the dream world. Without the dream world, your nightmare cannot take shape and cannot become this shape."
"That's a good thing." Xia Yibing raised her eyebrows.
Although she would no longer have the Changxia Sword by then, without the dream world, those monsters would no longer exist.
There is nothing that needs to be processed with the Changxia Knife, so there is no point in keeping this knife.
"But it's different," Hitzfeld said seriously.
She held the ice needle and murmured, "This thing... ordinary spirits have very limited influence on reality, or even no influence at all. It's like your knife could only chop things that were even remotely related to evil spirits. Later, we had that kind of... contact, and then it gained a physical form."
