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

Slicing is Dotore's perspective on the world.

Not only from the geographical dimension, but also from the time dimension.

Thoughts and perspectives from different dimensions come together to form the eyes of the ontology.

Some people in the academic world still stubbornly believe that eyes can reflect a person's heart.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the eyes of Dotore condensed the entire continent and time.

These things flowed silently in Dotore's eyes, with strong "Dotore characteristics", invading the girl's territory bit by bit.

"..."

The girl didn't answer him, but her body had a certain impulse——

The girl raised her hand to hold Dotore's head and gently tiptoed.

Naturally, Dotore had no reason not to cooperate, and even closed his eyes.

After all his senses were no longer robbed of energy by vision, they became extremely sharp. He could even feel the frequency of the girl's shallow breath brushing his cheek, and then felt the subtle tickle she brought to him too carefully, as if he was Every inch of air between her breaths reached out to seduce him.

Her lips were even slightly open, ready for the coming kiss.

But he didn't wait.

The part that has this honor is his closed eyes.

The long and thick eyelashes were pressed down softly, sticking to the fragile skin under the eyes.

This kind of intimacy is as close as it gets, but it's enough to show the girl's feelings.

But Dotore couldn't be satisfied with this, so the moment the girl's lips left, he grabbed the back of the girl's head and launched an accurate attack on the lips——

Finally, he kissed the girl's soft and dry palm.

The two people's lips were close to each other with a layer of palms apart. Dotore had no intention of moving away, but looked into the girl's eyes with a hint of annoyance.

Those eyes were like a thawed stream, with cunning and a non-irritating arrogance flowing in them, which actually made Dotore unable to get angry.

"Mr. Dotore, I have not yet agreed."

Do you want to be the subordinate in a relationship for a short time?

Dotore didn't care.

So he gently rubbed his lips against the girl's palm and then left. He lowered his voice and coaxed in a low voice:

"Well, beautiful lady, may I kiss you?"

"can."

After getting permission, Datore possessed him again, but the girl shrank her neck, turned her palm over, and put two fingers against Datorei's lips:

"but not now."

Realizing that he had been teased, Dotore felt that he was filled with frustration and had nowhere to vent. His lips always felt numb and itchy, but he could not act rashly, so he just bent down and buried his head into the girl's shoulder and neck, pressing his lips against He rubbed hard back and forth on the bare skin.

"...We won't be separated, right?"

Dotore's face was still buried there. I don't know if it was because his mouth was suppressed, but the muffled voice that came out seemed to be a little cautious.

The girl hugged Dotore and patted the back of his head gently, as if coaxing a child:

"Well, don't separate."

"Is it reconciled?"

The girl kept moving her hands, lowered her eyelids, and let her long eyelashes cover some of her sight. Her voice was as gentle as milk foam on coffee:

"Forget it, let's make peace."

-

Dotore was surprisingly easy to coax, or in other words, he wasn't angry with the girl at all.

He seems to be really trying his best to play the role of a "lower person", and he is also trying his best to maintain the appearance of his sixteen-year-old self.

Because he had known for a long time that if the conflict between them was resolved with the face of "Dotore", it would be a dead end.

But if you touch him as a "sixteen-year-old", the girl will have a higher tolerance.

She was always more indulgent about it.

Jealous? There should be some, but not many. After all, it's all him.

He looked at his angular face in the mirror, which had long since faded, and then made his eyes as soft and harmless as possible.

Fortunately, Dotore had always had a thin appearance since he was a child, so there was not much difference between him at the age of sixteen and him at this time.

To take a step back, they are all the same person anyway. Even if there is a slight difference, it is bearable, right?

After all, there is no better substitute in the world.

Dotore's thoughts paused here.

alternatives?

Become your own substitute?

This statement is too ridiculous, but it is extremely close to my current situation.

Unfamiliar emotions surged toward him, causing the face in the mirror that had always been so at ease to lose control, become distorted, and hideous in an instant.

If you want to define it in terms of normal human emotions, then right now, he is jealous.

Jealous of the slice he left behind after being chosen from thousands of people, jealous of the loser who was killed by his own hands, jealous of the sixteen-year-old, the weakest and most vulnerable version of himself.

Simply because he came from behind and was sent here by himself, and then took up most of the girl's love.

"...Love or not, it doesn't matter."

Dotore said to himself in the mirror.

All love and knowledge are too short-lived and shallow compared to such eternal things.

So from the beginning he didn't care whether he could get the girl's love or not.

After all, he is just interested in that body. "Love" can be used as a short-term condiment, but if it is pursued excessively, it will be meaningless.

So it doesn't matter whether you love it or not.

That was probably something he pursued when he was very childish, right?

It definitely shouldn't be now.

He saw that his originally soft eyebrows were now becoming colder and colder, returning to what Dotore should be like.

Maybe it's because you've been too involved in playing the role of your sixteen-year-old self lately, so you've developed a desire for this kind of thing, right?

Or maybe he started pursuing such ridiculous things after being hung up on her for too long?

Intellectually speaking, it is the increase in hormone levels caused by falling in love, which affects part of the mind.

Just find a way to let the hormone levels drop, or get some relief...

......Bar?

"Dotore, I have a white dress, where did you put it?"

The girl's voice suddenly sounded, and Dotore's eyes changed incredibly quickly, hiding all his ulterior thoughts.

Then a harmless and helpless smile appeared on his face, just like the most ordinary man immersed in love:

"You have many white skirts, which one are you talking about?"

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The girl buried her entire body in the water.

Although it is not purely natural, the constant-temperature bath can really relax people to a great extent.

"Is it this dress?"

Dotore opened a screen, and the girl's eyes that had been closed lazily opened again. After taking a glance, she closed her eyes comfortably.

"Yes, you put it aside. I want to wear this later."

"it is good."

After Dotore agreed, the girl did not hear the footsteps disappearing in the distance.

Instead, it felt like ripples appeared on the surface of the water, sweeping over her body.