【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

In fact, the matters related to "Chisu" were not prepared by Dotore, but by Pantalone.

He has a habit of taking things one step at a time, so when he first learned about the relationship between the girl and the Queen, he had already started preparing this organization.

After all, he was not sure at that time whether the Queen would kill his so-called "daughter".

But the name "Chikusu" can't really disappear suddenly, can it?

Although he doesn't want to use this plan B.

But just last night, Pantalone saw the girl's "corpse" with her own eyes.

In other words, Dottore, Pantalone, and Piero all saw it.

None of the three old fritters who had some connection with the girl showed even the slightest bit of sadness on their faces.

Dotore has long understood that Piero, as the constructor of the body, does not necessarily have much emotional investment. As for Pantalone——

Probably just tolerable.

Yes, even in the eyes of an inhumane person like Dotore, Pantalone still has feelings for the girl.

After all, there was absolutely no need for him to risk his future with Mora and join them in backstabbing the Winter Queen.

"Wait a minute, 'Harlequin', won't you recognize my body?"

"What, don't you believe in my ability?"

"no--"

The girl was at a loss to explain, but Dotore laughed out loud when he saw the girl's panic.

"I have to force you to hide for a few days. Piero may have sensed something was wrong. He searched our house last night."

"That......"

Seeing the girl's worry, Dotore's tone was rare and gentle, and his big hand touched the girl's head:

"Don't worry, this is my private basement. No one knows about it except you and me."

The girl softly said "Ah", took off the instruments and syringes on her body, pushed Dotori away, and opened the quilt to get out of bed. The moment she suddenly felt her legs go weak, she was hit by Dotore who had been prepared for it. Lei caught it in his arms.

"......How long?"

Dotore naturally hugged the girl's waist and put her back on the bed. His voice contained an unknown smile:

"It's been two weeks. When I picked it up, the organs and bones in your body were almost broken. It's great to be able to recover like this in two weeks."

Two weeks——

For the girl, it was just one night.

As for Dotore, he has been busy for two weeks?

"......Thanks."

Suddenly hearing the disgusting words, even Dotore was a little uncomfortable. He slightly turned his head and could no longer keep looking directly at the girl.

"but why?"

Why, help me.

The two people who were obviously the least likely to have a relationship have now become grasshoppers on a rope.

Suddenly thinking of her mother's words, the girl's expression quickly withered:

"Is it because I'm useful?"

It’s like talking to oneself, more like laughing at oneself:

"Is it because you need me?"

Silence creates stillness.

There was a long silence.

Like water without any ripples.

"Ah."

Dotore's deep voice became a pebble that broke the tranquility of the water.

Dotore's voice is actually very nice, deep and magnetic, like a cello playing slowly in the night.

Although she was mentally prepared, the girl's mood still sank.

When will she get over her habit of expecting everything.

Without so many expectations, there would be no——

"I need you."

Dotore's voice sounded again, and the word "need" was modified by his voice to be so charming and romantic that the girl suddenly understood another meaning.

"I don't need you because you're useful."

"It is undeniable that you have indeed been of great help to my research, but if that's all, it's not to the point where I 'need' you."

Dotore didn't know when he had sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his upper body towards the girl:

"I thought you would have figured it out a long time ago."

So close--

It was so close that the heat from the girl's breath could form white mist on Dotore's mask.

"Look, what do you see?"

"figure it out--"

Dotore deliberately let it slip. Seeing the blush that had spread from the girl's neck, he smiled with satisfaction and announced the answer:

"I like you."

This is--

confession?

The change of mood happened so quickly that the girl was now like a overripe shrimp, pouting her lips but unable to speak for a long time.

Who?

Dotore?

like her?

In fact, the girl's focus is not on "Dotore likes her", but on amplifying "like" and then applying it to Dotore.

The first reaction was disbelief.

Seemingly sensing the girl's suspicion, Dotore's tone contained some dissatisfaction:

"First of all, miss, I am alone."

Dotore deliberately moved closer:

"Secondly, when are you going to give me an answer?"

In fact, Dotore is also in a very confused state of mind right now.

It was obvious that after constant calculation and deduction, he was almost certain of the outcome of this matter.

But when this time comes, he will also be nervous and worried.

On the surface, he seemed to be doing it with ease, but in fact, his hand had tightly grasped a corner of the bed sheet, making the originally flat fabric become rugged.

"Dotore—"

The girl spoke and called out Dotore's name, deliberately lengthening the syllables to make the name charming and ambiguous:

"Let me see your eyes."

Dotore had a meal.

He had never thought that at this juncture, the girl was still thinking about these irrelevant things.

Despite this, he still raised his hand in a compromising manner——

But he was stopped by the girl's soft little hands.

The girl raised her body slightly, put one small hand on his forearm, and reached out to his face with the other hand.

He didn't take off the mask, but held the side of Dotore's face.

The warm breath gradually came closer, and most of the girl's body was lifted up by her, but the muscles that had been lying down for two weeks could not support her movement. Her waist collapsed, and her whole body fell into Dotore's arms.

And a precise kiss fell on Dotore's exposed lips.

Dotore's mind went blank, but he subconsciously adjusted his body movements to make the girl's movements easier. Then, like a robot that had been restored to its original factory settings, he coordinated with the girl's movements.

This is a girl-led affair.

He said he likes me.

like.

I.

Her heart was filled with great joy, and she had no extra reason to think about what she was doing.

The girl's hand holding the side of Dotore's face was not honest. Her index finger and middle finger had gently and quietly inserted into Dotore's mask. She gently turned her fingers upward, causing the mask to loosen and sway on Dotore's face. And then fell——

Revealing a pair of slightly closed eyes and a blush on his face.

There is an undercurrent surging in the bright red eyes at this moment, most of the pupils are covered, and only the reason that is lost in confusion and infatuation flows.

What a nice view.

The girl thought.

This must be more than just good-looking.

Just

What a nice view.