Yes! Bite on!
Not holding or sucking, but biting on the fingertips with sharp teeth.
The force wasn't very heavy, but it was not light either, enough to make her fingertips ache.
But Elizabeth didn't dare to take it back. After all, the plot had reached this point, and she had to endure it even if it hurt a little more.
The man seemed to be aware of her forbearance, and his bite force increased instead of decreasing. While biting her fingertips, he stared at her with hot eyes, like a wild beast that had bitten its prey, ferocious and hungry.
Elizabeth's chest heaved violently, and the feeling of wetness and pain on her fingertips made her tremble slightly. Her face, which was already slightly red from drinking red wine, turned even scarier.
Feeling the bite on her fingertips getting harder and harder, Elizabeth hesitated to slap him, but the plot had to continue. If she hit him now, she would most likely fail.
But she couldn't let him bite off his finger. Elizabeth gritted her teeth, tremblingly clenching the hand, planning to punch out if he didn't let go, but the male protagonist looked at her face, his eyelashes trembling slightly. After a moment, he let go of his teeth suddenly.
Elizabeth was stunned and was about to withdraw her finger, but the next second her aching finger was wrapped by a moist and soft tongue, and then he licked it carefully as if licking a wound, gently and delicately, from the finger's belly to nails to joints. It seemed that he prepared to eat her fingers.
Elizabeth's heart trembled, and some strange feelings arose in her heart, but the thought that flashed through her mind the next second was that the mission seemed to be successful.
When Tristan beside him saw this scene, the always gentle expression on his face almost broke. But just as he was about to say something, his mother appeared in front of him with his fiancée, and suddenly the fire in his heart was extinguished by a basin of cold water, leaving him powerless and confused.
Elizabeth didn't look in Tristan's direction at all. She suppressed her urge to step back and tried her best to control the expression on her face so that no one could see how stiff her smile was.
Time always passes very slowly when people are in a difficult situation. Elizabeth counted the hours and held on to this dilapidated situation.
Finally, Ares looked at her deeply and slowly loosened his lips, but did not spit out her fingers. Elizabeth's fingers hurriedly withdrew.
Behind her, Bili frowned and handed her a silk handkerchief. Elizabeth took the silk handkerchief and wiped her wet fingers with a drunken smile on her face: "How is it? Is it sweet?"
She continued to speak her lines, but today's male protagonist was particularly rebellious.
He raised his eyelids looked at Elizabeth's lips, and said in a deep tone: "It's delicious..."
That pointed look was definitely not talking about cake.
Elizabeth was about to burst, and she was so depressed that she almost grabbed his hair and slapped him hard, but she couldn't! She still had things to do.
She clenched her fists, suppressing the urge in her heart to greet his ancestors, and wanted to do the next step of the plot.
In the original book, the original Elizabeth discovered that the male protagonist had no physical reaction to her ambiguous behavior, and did not publicize it to make people laugh. Instead, she angrily picked up red wine poured it down on the male protagonist, and finally threw the male protagonist out of the banquet hall to cover up her frustrations. This fits the character of the original owner very well. So Elizabeth planned to do the same.
With an arrogant smile on her face, she changed her posture and glanced at the male protagonist's lower body as if casually. She was about to output the lines with her mouth, but when she saw it, her whole body was stuck there.
Shit! Who the hell told her what this was? Didn't it say that he didn't respond?
What is this eye-catching thing???
Elizabeth froze in place as if struck by lightning, her blue eyes full of disbelief.
Didn't you say there was no response? Elizabeth blushed and roared in her head. How is her plot going now, her face is a little stunned.
No one responded to her, but Elizabeth knew that she could not remain in a stalemate. No matter whether there was a reaction or no reaction, she had to follow the plot and had to drink this wine to Ares.
Just pretend that she was blind. Thinking of this, Elizabeth's face suddenly turned cold as if she was irritated: "Bili, this shit is acting stupid, Go and get a few bottles of wine and pour it to him to sober him up."
Hearing this, Bili waved to a few slaves in the corner, and soon they gathered around with red wine bottles.
Elizabeth stood up from the sofa, picked up a bottle of wine, and tried to stuff it into his mouth, but Ares tilted his head and did not comply.
Elizabeth's face turned cold, and she raised her foot and kicked him with the heel, which was as sharp as a knife. Ares rarely didn't endure it. Instead, he raised his hand to hold Elizabeth's high-heeled shoes and kicked the shoes. It was held with unshakable strength.
Elizabeth pulled back, not pulling out the shoes, but only pulling out her snow-white feet.
"Elizabeth" Tristan's unhappy voice came from the side, and even the title was changed, but Elizabeth paid no attention to it.
Instead, looking at the unusually small shoes in Ares's hand, Elizabeth raised her hand and slapped him in the face. The crisp sound was particularly loud in the hall, and everyone looked over in confusion.
Ares received a solid slap, but Elizabeth's strength was nothing to him, and his face didn't even turn the slightest bit.
Tristan's eyes behind him were cold, and the gentle smile on his face had long since disappeared.
Looking at today's scene, others might think that Elizabeth was just losing her temper, but only Tristan understood how unusual the relationship between this slave and her was.
Elizabeth had always been arrogant and indifferent, and the only man she could treat differently was Tristan. But today, he found that several times he was completely excluded from them, like an insignificant stranger.
This feeling has never been felt before.
He had a vague feeling that something had changed, but he couldn't figure it out. He just felt a dull pain in his heart.
Mrs. Seale walked up to him and looked at him with a gentle face: "Tristan, you have lost your temper. What happened to Elizabeth? Why is she no longer under your control?"
She looked gentle and was still arranging Tristan's dress. She looked like a gentle mother was giving instructions, but her tone was full of questions. It's just that others are far away and can't hear it.
Tristan did not respond to her. Instead, he had a mocking smile on his face: "Isn't it all because of you? What do you ask me for?"
Mrs. Seale's expression changed, but she recovered quickly. She lowered her voice and said with a decent smile: "I will help you take care of your fiancée. You can coax Elizabeth back. Without her, we have no chance of winning." Tristan twitched his lips, said nothing, and strode up the stairs.
Sawyer walked up to Mrs. Seale and asked in a low voice: "Is Tristan unhappy?"
"Nothing, my dear, today is your engagement party. The most important thing is that you are happy." Mrs. Seale had a kind smile on her face: "Tristan just followed his father's instructions and did things."
After hearing this, Sawyer finally felt relieved. She raised her eyes and looked in the direction where the man disappeared, with mixed feelings in her heart.
Would I really be happy? She dared to swear that she would be happy before, but now she hesitates...