Nicola was awakened by the suffocation. The suffocation made her alert to the highest level for a moment. Before she even opened her eyes, she had already released her psychic power.
A muffled sound from a young man could be heard in his ears. Nicola opened her eyes and discovered her strange posture and the feeling of suffocation caused by it...it was a misunderstanding.
Shocked by Nicola's sudden psychic energy, Arthur was shaken and fell down from the tree. The gun in his hand fell to the ground, and his whole body fell into the soft leaves, almost embedded in it.
Seeing Arthur with a dull expression on his face, Nicola felt deeply sorry. She hung one arm and slowly climbed down from the tree. Then she sat next to Arthur and patted her side kindly and said, "Sit down." ."
Arthur moved his knees with difficulty, but he was so heavy that he was stuck in the leaves of the tree, unable to stand upright at all.
The girl's psychic pressure was too strong, and Arthur, who had just consumed all his psychic and physical strength, was unable to resist.
Nicola said thoughtfully: "If you can't sit down, how about just on your kneel?"
Arthur realized that she did it on purpose.
The young man raised his eyes and glared at Nicola fiercely.
Nicola sighed, picked up the gun on the ground, and pointed it at Arthur's head. Her tone was extremely gentle, as if she was being coquettish, "Don't worry, it won't hurt at all."
The girl's eyes were shining, and Arthur's pale face was clearly reflected in her ruby-like pupils.
The young man supported the ground with his hands, keeping his knees from touching the ground. His half-squatting posture made his whole body look more slender and weak. All around him, there were overwhelming red threads pressed down, lining his cold white skin, the scene was enchanting and strange.
Arthur lowered his head slowly, revealing his neck, which was as long and beautiful as a swan, and so thin that it could break at a single break.
"Didn't you say, give me six hours? There is still one hour left."
The young man deliberately used a soft and waxy voice, with a rising tail, biting his tongue vaguely, and using his throat to make the sound, giving off a milky sound. As he spoke, Arthur reached out his hand, groped slowly and tentatively, and covered the back of Nicola's hand holding the gun.
The pads of his fingers were warm and soft, gently rubbing the back of Nicola's hand, like a feather brushing.
Nicola's hand holding the gun paused, and her body trembled.
In the darkness, the boy lowered his head, and Nicola couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could feel his trembling fingertips and hot temperature.
"Give it to me, okay?"
Nicola trembled all over, as if she was electrified, and was charmed by the beautiful young man.
...I originally wanted to act coquettishly, but I didn't expect to meet a beautiful woman who was more coquettish than her.
Nicola, who lost to the temptation of beauty, finally decided to let Arthur go for the time being.
The red thread on his body was retracted, and Arthur was finally able to move his body.
He slowly relaxed his body, remained silent for a while, then bowed his head and leaned towards Nicola. In the middle, the young man's hand never let go. He hooked her little finger with his fingertips and rubbed it with his thumb.
Lilith's skin is fair and delicate, she is a noble lady after all.
Arthur's skin seemed soft and delicate, like a shelled egg, but in fact, his palms were covered with a thin layer of calluses. It starts from the edge of the palm and spreads thinly to the fingertips. The cold white color formed a sharp contrast with the hot temperature in the young man's palm.
The young man's movements were neither quick nor slow, even the gaps between his fingers.
Nicola's eyes moved slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to pull her hand away, but the young man suddenly tightened his grip on her hand.
The wind calmed down at some point, and only the intertwined breathing of the two people could be heard in the whole world.
With only an hour left, Arthur knew he had to start implementing his plan.
A plan to get rid of Lilith Noelle forever.
"I feel bad." The young man held Nicola's hand, and then fell down weakly, his head just resting on Nicola's arm.
Nicola fluttered her eyelashes and her expression returned to normal. She glanced down at Arthur, thinking it was lucky it wasn't her injured arm, otherwise she wasn't sure she would have kicked his ass reflexively.
"Oh." Nicola expressed her concern, "What if I don't 'kill' you right now?"
Arthur:...
The young man sat sideways, leaning against Nicola.
He is taller than Nicola, but now that he is leaning closer, he is not very out of place, and even shows a bit of natural coquettishness.
Nicola glanced at Arthur's face.
The wound on one side of the young man's cheek has become scarred, and is a long and thin strip. The blood stain has not faded away, and it sticks to the sweat-damp black hair. He looks embarrassed and pitiful.
With her face hurt like this, her happiness was gone.
Nicola stretched out her hand with a distressed look on her face and turned the other side of Arthur's intact face towards her.
So damn beautiful.
Arthur:...
Nicola retracted her hand and stroked his face with her fingertips, sliding from his cheek to his jaw, admiring it carefully.
The two of them remained silent for five minutes in this posture.
The dense forest is so quiet that you can even hear the heartbeat of the other person. Finally, under those ruby eyes, the young man tilted his head, compromisingly and humiliatingly, and gently leaned on her shoulder.
And his hand was slowly stroking his capsule in the dark, his eyes flashing lightly.
Nicola was a little shocked at how frail Arthur was, with such a heavy and beautiful head on his shoulders.
A lonely man and a widow, living together in the same forest. In this situation, Nicola felt that she should say something to stop her charming fantasies.
"Do you think this jungle is too quiet?"
"You've 'killed' everyone." Arthur considered for a while before speaking under Nicola's burning eyes. He was so nervous that he almost bit the tip of his tongue.
"I only 'killed' dozens of people." Nicola frowned.
Arthur: ...Just?
The two fell into a weird silence again.
Arthur opened his eyes, and the mere movement of approaching Nicola made his body stiff to the extreme. He was thinking about the book "The Cold Admiral's Evil Goblin" in his mind. How did that little goblin seduce that cold general? He seemed to remember... showing his thighs?
Arthur lowered his eyes to his legs.
Wearing military trousers, he is slender and straight, slightly bent against the ground.
Arthur frowned, his face flushed, his legs quietly bent, and he gently and discreetly moved closer to Nicola's knees.
Nicola only felt a warm breath approaching her. She turned her head and saw the flush on Arthur's pale cheeks.
"You have a fever?"
Arthur froze and his face turned redder, extremely embarrassed.
Seeing Arthur in this state, Nicola frowned and asked him in a gentle and gentlemanly tone, "How about I send you on your way now?"
Arthur:...
Arthur was silent for a while, put his legs back on his feet, then lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "My face hurts so much."
Of course it hurts with such a big hole.
Arthur endured the extreme shame and raised his eyes to look at Nicola.
The young man sat shorter than her, and when he looked up at her, there seemed to be tears in his eyes. These eyes are clear in black and white, and are as round and beautiful as black pearls. Especially when there is a thin layer of mist of tears hanging in them, they are even more pitiable to the extreme, like a confused deer rushing out of the dense forest.
Is this the privilege of beauty? Every frown and every smile is full of charm.
The words just now were the pinnacle of Arthur's words.
He thought that according to Lilith's perverted character, she would definitely do something to him at this time, but no, she didn't do anything, she just stared at him, as if she was regretting a perfect piece of art that had been scratched. Flawed silk.
"Oh." Nicola stared at his injury and spit out a sound.
Arthur:...
Arthur wondered if this woman knew his plan, so she was pretending to be innocent and suppressing her true nature.
"My face hurts so much." Arthur repeated it again, holding back his shame.
Nicola was silent for a while, and when she saw Arthur looking like he was about to cry, he thought, could it really hurt so much that it hurt so much that he couldn't bear it anymore? They all acted coquettishly with her.
Nicola knows Arthur's true nature, he is a stubborn and beautiful protagonist, and it must be really painful for him to say such words to her.
"Then I..." Nicola was interrupted by Arthur before she could finish her words, "I don't want to hit the road yet."
Nicola said: "Oh."
"You..." Arthur tried hard to recall the plots of those vulgar romance novels, and finally broke through the limit and said something he thought he would never say in his life.
"Could you blow it for me?"