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

The water on the other side had been shaken off during the movement, flowed out, submerged into the girl's body, and was absorbed by the soft bath towel. The water there must have been absorbed long ago. At this time, the delicate skin was being licked repeatedly, It turned into a seductive and coquettish red.

"Dotore!"

The girl put a hand on Dotore's shoulder, but did not use any force. After all, her entire body's balance now relies on Dotore's movements. This makes her movements more like a half-push, a half-come, a rejection but a welcome. , it seems that it is not Dotore's shoulders that are pushing, but this extremely ambiguous atmosphere.

One of Dotore's big hands was already attached to the girl's lower back, and the scorching heat spread to the girl's body through the towel, making the girl's situation even more difficult.

Dotore's other hand also left the girl's shoulder, leaving a light pink handprint on the fair skin.

Dotore raised his eyes slightly and saw the pink handprint, and a softness rippled in his heart.

It was like a strange sense of accomplishment, like the satisfaction of a wild beast setting a mark on its territory.

So he gently tapped his fingers on the pink handprint on the girl's shoulder, tracing the outline, and then all the way down, watching the soft flesh on the girl's body sink slightly and bounce up with vitality due to his movements.

Finally, his fingers stopped in front of the bath towel, and he slowly stretched out his index finger to lift up the piece of fabric. Then he raised his head and looked at the girl directly, and even raised his eyebrows.

The girl's face was as red as a ripe shrimp, her pink lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were gleaming. I'm afraid that even if the girl said rejection now, Dotore would only think it was part of the play.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

So Dotore's face slowly moved closer to the girl. The moment he was about to kiss the girl, the girl turned away.

"..."

Dotore lowered his eyes, suppressed some of his anger and unwillingness, and just said patiently:

"Kiss you, okay?"

In fact, even if the two of them are in such close contact now, it does not mean that the girl has really passed the threshold in her heart.

It's more like "people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads."

"Feel sorry."

The girl gave Datore a gentle push.

It was clear that without much force, Dotore was pushed aside easily.

The girl just wanted to escape from this blushing, heart-pounding and suffocating atmosphere. She didn't dare to raise her head to look at Dotore's expression, and just ran away with her head sullen.

Otherwise, she would definitely notice that Dotore's expression had become obviously dangerous.

When this happens, the sixteen-year-old Dotore will become restless, will pester him to ask why, and will inadvertently reveal his vulnerability and heartache.

But now Dotore, this cunning adult who even shows weakness as a means, will only look for a solution with full of unwillingness.

First of all, the idea of ​​​​proactively solving problems is worthy of encouragement.

One more thing, if the means are justified.

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The girl looked in the mirror and reached out to brush the red marks on her shoulders and collarbones. What her brain fed back to her was the stimulation and ambiguity it had just brought to her.

I have to say that the atmosphere, actions, and scenes just now were all just right, enough to make the girl emotional.

But just before Dotore's kiss fell, her brain shut down for a moment. In just a moment, Zandik's blurred and distorted face became clear again, manipulating her to avoid the kiss and escape that moment. of intimacy.

A strong sense of guilt condemned her.

She always felt that based on her current relationship with Dotore, she was not sorry for Dotore; but she also felt that if she could easily forgive Dotore, she would be sorry for herself and the stranger Sohre.

The girl put her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat that had not yet calmed down.

It would be great if I could completely leave this place to my own management.

The knock on the door was a little sudden, making the girl startled——

She hasn't changed her clothes yet.

So she hurriedly pulled out a piece of clothing from the closet and put it on, and then shouted:

"come in."

Dotore then pushed open the door and entered.

A girl's usual dressing style is not to cover herself up tightly. She will pursue a certain degree of skin exposure to achieve a sense of fashion and comfort.

Therefore, the clothes she found randomly could not completely cover the traces that Dotore had just left on her body.

Different from the aggressive and determined Dotore just now, he is now more like an abandoned puppy that has just found its way home. The owner expresses his grievance and anger with his eyes as soon as he opens the door.

He knew that his sixteen-year-old self was the best life-saving talisman.

Sure enough, the girl felt guilty when she saw Dotore like this, and even her eyes wandered a little.

Dotore moved his body into the room and closed the door smoothly, as if he was afraid that the girl would not let him in.

"Can I ask why?"

Dotore looked down at the girl with wandering eyes:

"You seem to be avoiding me."

"I......"

The girl was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say, how to say it, or where to say it.

So she chose to throw the question back:

"As Zendik, don't you know?"

"Just because of Zendik?"

Dotore stretched out his hand and gently hooked the girl's little finger:

"Then I'm sorry, I can't go back in time and kill him."

"..."

I don't need him to die either.

The girl's lips pursed together tangledly, and then she made up her mind. She raised her eyes to meet Dotore's eyes and asked:

"Can you tell me, Zendik, Elsohere?"

It seemed that he had not thought that the girl would mention an insignificant person at this time, and Dotore had not prepared an answer at all.

It can even be said that if the girl had not appeared in Sohlei and spent some time with him, the name "Sohlei" would have been forgotten in a corner of his memory.

To this day, Sohelei's true appearance has long been blurred in his mind. When he thinks of the name again, what comes to mind is the girl's facial features and her pair of extremely bright blue eyes.

But this did not prevent him from answering.

"If it were just Sohelei, she would never have loved."

"If it were you who appeared in Sohre, love."

I don’t know why, but the girl wants to laugh.

But she didn't laugh, because along with the smile, there was a hint of sadness.

"So, after that, did you ever think about Sohre, or me again?"

"..."

Dotore didn't answer.

In fact, in the case of the young Dotore, he had already erased this memory.

He could probably vaguely recall something like that, and he could remember that he had a period of emotional turmoil.

But he chose to escape, and was even grateful for the choice he made at that time.

Then let this feeling go away with time.

The time he experienced was so long that when he made the slice, he didn't think it was a memorable node that could be left behind. That could even be said to be a stain in his opinion.

It's just that through some strange combination of circumstances, he chose to stay with his sixteen-year-old self.