"Woman, where are you?"
"Go ahead fifty meters, at the T-junction, turn right and go straight thirty meters, upstairs, let’s
barbecue."
"Do you know what I want to eat most now?"
"Me." Chloe Malan answered self-knowingly.
"So you know that too." Aoba Hoyle hummed.
Aoba Hoyle found her. She was busy. The table was piled with large trays of various meats and
vegetables, and bundles of cold beer.
"You are not afraid of gaining weight?" Women all cared about their figures, especially those women
who went on stage to perform like her paid more attention to their appearance.
"You disdain me?" Chloe Malan looked at him with squinting eyes.
"I'm glad you can get fat. If you become uglier, no one will come to grab you." He was always swayed
by considerations of gain and loss.
"Go away."
"I am not a ball, I can't roll."
They were full to eat and drink.
Coming out of the barbecue bar, Chloe Malan dragged him to wander aimlessly in the streets. She said
it can promote digestion and avoid retention of food.
Aoba Hoyle suddenly felt that it was a very romantic experience to wander on the street at midnight
with a woman he liked.
Especially, when she was tired from walking and playing tricks to lean on his back, the feeling of being
relied on by a woman was so sweet.
He squatted down in front of her, "Come on."
She hopped on his back unceremoniously, and put her hands around his neck to avoid falling.
Then she fell asleep peacefully on his back, her head drooping on his neck, and the even breath was
blowing on his skin.
He carried her to the hotel, ordered a room at the front desk, and then carried her upstairs.
From the elevator wall mirror, he can faintly see her red face, a few strands of hair clinging to it, and her
pursed lips making her look more charming.
He patted her head, "Babe, wake up."
She raised her head in a daze, opened her eyes, and saw herself in the mirror.
The woman in the mirror was lazy, charming, and enchanting.
"Where is it?" she asked.
"A place which allows you to release your desire." He teased her again.
Chloe Malan bit his neck so hard that he grinned in pain.
"Hey, woman, are you a vampire zombie?"
Chloe Malan smelled the bloody scent and then let him go contentedly, admiring the masterpiece she
had left on him.
"Your neck is really pretty. If I were a vampire, I really want to bite you."
Aoba Hoyle smiled.
He put her down suddenly, and when she was about to fall to the ground, he quickly turned around and
caught her waist, pushed her against the wall, and put his palm into her clothes, "I was tricked by you
all night. I will punish you."
The mark on his neck was so deep, and there was a trace of blood oozing out of his skin.
Chloe Malan giggled, fingers pressed to his lips, "Don't hurry. There is a camera!"
Aoba Hoyle raised his head and glanced at the top of his head. In this moment, Chloe Malan cleverly
rolled over and suppressed him, turning into an attacking female leopard, full of sex appeal.
"Don't you think that the word 'punish' is always stereotypical?"
"Do you have a better idea?"
The elevator doors parted at this time, and he bent over to lift her and walked out. She didn't make any
noise, let him carry her across the corridor, arrived at the room and was thrown directly on the bed.
However, at the moment he rushed down, she rolled over and quickly rolled away from his claws, then
leaped on his back.
Leaning down, she bit his ear, "You don't need to be so anxious."
Aoba Hoyle felt his some body part tense, and there seemed to be a bit swollen again. He arched his
body slightly and held her hand, "Don't go."
"Want me?" She grinned, her palms burning.
"Yeah."
"What about the punishment?"
"You can punish me, I am happy." Her initiative made his desire even more public.
Chloe Malan slapped his ass, "If you beg me, I can think about it."
"No, it's so shameless."
"Do you want your face or me?"
Aoba Hoyle suffered but was happy, and couldn't help groaning, "Okay, I beg you."
"What did you say, I didn't hear it." Chloe Malan deliberately joked him.
"I beg you, please punish me."
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