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

There are two moments when a man's heart is at its softest.

One is when you feel guilty after making a mistake and want to make up for it.

One, right now.

When the beauty is by your side, your ears and temples are rubbing against each other, all the pleasure is in one place.

The girl was overly enthusiastic today and had a life-or-death attitude.

Her lips rubbed against Dotore's ear, without suppressing her somewhat exaggerated gasp:

"Well, Dotore, the memory won't be erased, that's it, okay?"

"Ok?"

In the midst of joy, the man's voice was hoarse and lazy, which formed a sharp contrast with his movements:

"Can you keep it like this?"

"I......!"

The girl's words were shattered into pieces. She opened and closed her mouth several times, but she couldn't tell the answer.

Dotore leaned over the girl's body, biting the soft flesh around her neck:

"Unless you are always by my side, I won't believe a word you say."

Obviously, the beauty trap has failed at this time.

Dotore has changed from a love brain to a suspicious love brain.

Although his suspicion was correct.

This wave, this wave is called losing the wife and losing the troops.

But it's not entirely without gain.

At least the girl had touched the key to the shackles. At the most tender moment, Dotore actually let her play with the key.

But that's all.

Dotore obviously had other things to deal with, but he was stumbled by the girl and felt a little unsteady.

Not long after lying down, Dotore got up gently and began to pick up the clothes on the ground one by one.

"Ok?"

The girl raised her body slightly, and the quilt was hanging on her shoulders.

"Not asleep?"

Dotore was putting on his shirt when the girl reached out and grabbed a corner, pulled Dotore in front of her, and fastened the buttons of the shirt one by one.

Just like she had just untied them one by one.

Dotore lowered his eyes and watched the girl's movements. The hand that wanted to touch the top of her head was hanging in the air, but he refused to fall.

I won't be soft-hearted anymore.

"Okay, let's go."

The girl smoothed out the wrinkles on Dotore's clothes that had just been caused by the chaos, and gave Dotore a gentle and harmless smile.

"Ah."

Dotore nodded and was about to turn around and leave with his coat, not wanting to be grabbed by the girl again.

It was obviously just a restraint that he could get rid of with a slight movement of his body, but Dotore still stopped and turned around again.

"Won't you kiss me?"

The girl blinked her bright eyes and looked at Dotore with a smile:

"In a loving family, the husband always kisses his wife before going out."

"A kiss?"

Dotore chuckled lightly:

"What we just did was much closer than a kiss."

Unexpectedly, he didn't see the girl's face turn crimson, but looked at her seriously and said something firmly:

"It's different, Dotore."

"Desire and love are different."

In fact, there is no hint of anything in the girl's words alone.

But that was not the case in Dotorel's ears.

It was as if the girl had finally admitted her love for him.

So without thinking too much, Dotore bent down and hugged the girl's shoulders, giving her a sincere kiss, completely ignoring that the clothes he had just straightened were wrinkled again because of his actions.

"So, in a loving family, should the husband say to his wife at this time -"

"wait me back?"

The girl loosened her hand around Dotore's neck:

"Ok, I will wait for you."

Watching Dotore leave, the girl slowly loosened her palm and looked at the key pressed on her palm.

The girl's fingers gently touched the teeth of the key, and after tracing a circle carefully, she opened her hand in the air.

Although I haven't tried to use ice elements to make such relatively delicate things, it should be possible in theory.

The ice elements slowly gathered, piled, and rotated in the girl's palm, and finally formed the prototype of a key.

It's just a prototype. It doesn't stand up to a closer look. The edges are very rough. You don't even have to try it to know that it's a failure.

So the girl clenched her palms, and the failed key immediately disappeared into the air.

The girl sighed.

It’s okay, it’s normal to fail the first time.

Dotore was a very alert person after all, and it only took about half an hour for him to realize that something was missing from him.

key.

Dotore's steps slowed down, thinking of the farewell kiss that the girl had asked him for out of character.

Sure enough, shouldn’t we be soft-hearted?

Dotore's originally smiling face turned gloomy in an instant, and he turned around without hesitation and walked towards the basement.

Standing in front of the girl's room door, he raised his hand and paused when he was about to push the door open.

Inexplicably, he became timid at this moment.

If the door is opened and she is not there - what should I do?

"..."

He no longer had the courage he had just now, but hesitated in front of the door, as if the girl would be waiting for him inside as long as he didn't open the door.

Suddenly there was the sound of chains shaking, which was very abrupt compared to the previous silence, as if it was deliberately trying to lure Datorei in.

Dotore's hand holding the doorknob sank, and the door opened wide, revealing the scene inside.

The girl was stepping on her feet to pick up a book on the upper shelf of the bookshelf. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she ignored her original action and turned around to look at the door.

"Dotore? What's wrong?"

Dotore did not answer, but slowly lowered his gaze and saw that the shackles were loosely wrapped around the girl's ankles and pressing on the girl's insteps.

It was not untied, and even because of the movement just now, the edges of the shackles, which were not too smooth, had abraded some skin on the girl's too delicate skin.

"Dotore?"

The girl called Dotore's name again before attracting his attention again:

"Did you—come to get that?"

The girl smiled and pointed to the key on the bedside table.

Dotore just glanced at it, and then returned his gaze to the girl:

"You already knew I didn't bring the key?"

The girl tilted her head, nodded, and shook her head.

"I didn't realize it until I got up and got dressed for a while after you left."

"Perhaps, you accidentally dropped it when you were playing with me?"

This explanation seems reasonable.

After all, the scene was too chaotic at that time, and Dotore himself couldn't remember whether the girl put the key back into his pocket after getting the key, or dropped it there.

Even the two people behind them had no personal clothing. Even if they put it back in their pockets, they might shake it out again.

"You have the key, why don't you leave?"

"Ok?"

Incomprehension and doubt gradually appeared in the girl's eyes. If you look carefully, you can also see a hint of sadness:

"I promised to wait for you to come back, why did I leave?"