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

Dotore is a man with a weak moral sense.

Or rather, he didn't at all.

He is a person who is used to doing whatever he wants, and general morality cannot restrain him at all. Similarly, some general rules cannot control him. It is just a question of whether to do it openly or in private.

Therefore, Dotore is willing to be obedient in front of the girl, even to the extent of being a lowly person, which is enough to show that Dotore attaches great importance to the girl.

It’s just that we should pay attention to it, and conceptual deficiencies cannot be made up for by paying attention alone.

It's like Dotore doesn't understand why the girl is obsessed with what happened with Zendyk at the moment.

After all, that time was too far away for him, so far away that even if Zendic and him were separated and treated as two people, there would be no problem.

In his view, "now" is much more important than "past" and "future".

So he asked:

"And me?"

He couldn't tell whether it was out of anger or a long-term plan, but he childishly began to struggle with the girl's "love":

"Do you love me?"

"Still love the past me?"

The girl seemed to have been pressed on the pause button at this moment, just standing there in a daze, not knowing how to answer.

Because she doesn't know either.

She probably loved Dotore, but she always felt that her love for Dotore was bound by something, making this love taboo and unspeakable.

Relatively speaking, falling in love with Little Slice, that is, the sixteen-year-old boy Dotore, seems to be more natural to her, more carefree, and she can express and embrace it without any psychological burden.

"......sorry."

Dottore imagined the girl's answer.

"Love", "Don't love".

The question is nothing more than these two answers.

But "I'm sorry".

What does "I'm sorry" mean?

"I'm sorry" was a cruel answer, as if it had never been an option. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, even more embarrassing than the clerk’s polite but sarcastic “Thank you for your business” when leaving the store empty-handed.

Just when Dotore was alone and confused, the girl probably organized her words and spoke again:

"It's not that I don't love you, it's just that every time I look at your face, I think of Zendik."

"Thinking of Zendik strangling me to death."

The girl stared at Dotore and spoke every last word. Even at the end of the sentence, her eyes were filled with tears.

Dotore's originally aggressive and tough attitude immediately melted into the girl's tears.

Yes, she once died in her own hands.

He didn't have the qualifications or the position to make her forget all this.

Want to let go?

Dotore's hand clenched into a fist.

He couldn't bear it, nor was he willing.

"I'm leaving for a while."

Dotore's steps were very fast, as if he was chasing something invisible, and left in a hurry.

The girl stood silently for a while, subconsciously wanting to turn her head and look out the window, but her sight was blocked by the thick and oppressive wall.

She is stuck.

Whether it’s a person or a heart.

All are trapped.

How long has it been since she saw the sky?

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The reason why the Queen handed the girl over to Dotore in the first place was to reset the girl's memory, and Dotore has never forgotten it.

It's just that he was extremely disdainful at that time, but now he has some despicable feelings.

Erase all her memories, and then start over with her, truly turning her into your own—

What a great temptation.

The girl's heart and eyes were filled with his appearance, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

His state was close to madness. He even forgot why he fell in love with the girl in the first place, and he couldn't care about the self in front of him who was completely addicted to love.

Love makes people grow flesh and blood.

In the same way, love can also make people——

Unrecognizable.

In other words, this kind of emotion has deteriorated to the point that it is no longer worthy of being called "love". It's just that people with this abnormal emotion are constantly tinkering with it, whitewashing it, and displaying it under the name of "love".

Of course, no matter how good Dotore is, he can't take risks with the girl.

After all, the girl and his experimental subjects are fundamentally different.

But it doesn't matter, he still has an excellent experimental product in his hands.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt something soft and tender on his back, a pair of small hands wrapped around his waist, and then clasped together in front of him.

"..."

Although it's very unambitious to say that.

But at this moment, all the gloomy thoughts in Dotore's heart were like dust on the smooth floor, easily swept away by a gust of wind, leaving only the drum-like heartbeat.

"what happened?"

Dotore grabbed the girl's hand and untied her hand, giving him room to turn around.

When he turned around, he saw that the girl's eyes were covered with a piece of plain silk with dark flowers.

It's the handkerchief given to the girl by Dotore.

Because the basement has a constant temperature, girls rarely wear this kind of thermal accessories that are mainly for aesthetics.

I just didn't expect that this piece of silk covering the girl's eyes would have a special flavor.

In the past, I always thought that half of the girl's beauty was accounted for by her dazzling blue eyes, but now, even if she covers her eyes, the girl's exposed facial features are astonishing.

At least in Dotore's eyes, that's the case.

He felt his throat tightening and his Adam's apple moved up and down before he could speak in a more normal voice:

"What is this doing?"

Feeling Dotore's turn, the girl used her head to search for Dotore's chest, and then pressed her forehead against it obediently:

"I was wondering if it would be better if I couldn't do it with my eyes open."

After saying that, the girl raised her head, pressed her chin against Dotore's chest, and issued a seductive invitation:

"Want to try?"

Dotore's breathing became heavy and disordered, with an indescribable sexiness, but Dotore himself still maintained his appearance and pretended to be relaxed:

"try what?"

"um, I?"

The girl stood on tiptoes and raised her head:

"Or, let me try you."

"Snapped".

It seemed like something was broken.

But no one saw it and had no time to care.

Dotore's hand reached to the back of the girl's head, holding the two tails of the knotted scarf. With just one pull, the girl's head was raised to an angle suitable for him to pick.

Then there was a long-suppressed, overwhelming kiss.

The two people, whose kissing skills weren't too bad, were like two stunned teenagers in this kiss, biting each other, mingling, pulling each other and indulging in each other.

The soft flesh squeezed against each other, plundering each other's living space, and then pushed each other in a non-compromising manner, and even made fierce fighting sounds, announcing that this ambiguous battle was about to begin.