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

Chapter 145 Thorn

Faced with a pile of experimental equipment, Dotore once again relented shamefully.

There is no way, the girl's behavior these days is really like a wife in a harmonious family.

Mild, well-behaved, with a non-irritating coquettishness.

If it really continues like this, maybe it will actually be pretty good.

It was obvious that this was a pit, and Dotore jumped down anyway.

Dotore has absolute confidence in his control. Even if he jumps, it won't change anything.

In a sense, it's just some innocuous little tricks of the girl. Anyway, as long as Dotore can get the emotional value he wants, he doesn't care about other things.

And in a sense, the girl's behavior of waiting at home for him to return after getting the key pleased him to a great extent.

People will always selectively absorb the information they want, and Dotore is not immune to this.

"There is good news," Dotore leaned on the back of the bed, put his arm around the girl's waist, and with a little force, pulled the girl's body up so that he could bite the girl with a hot touch when he lowered his head. of the ear, "Do you want to listen?"

Some girls who were exhausted had their mouths faster than their brains. They said "hmm" in a daze before their brains came to their senses——

Good news for Dotore, what good news could it be?

Her fingertips began to tingle, then became cold in an instant, and she began to tighten from the fingertips——

"I have made a breakthrough in my research."

Dotore took up the girl's long hair that was still wet from the shower with great interest, and let it tangle with her fingertips.

"..."

The girl naturally knew what research Dotore was talking about. It took her a long time not to let her fear show:

"Then you want to use it on me?"

Dotore lowered his head and stared at the girl, stretched out his index finger to rub her cheek, and said in a low, hoarse and bewitching voice:

"Then it depends on your performance."

"Are you looking at my performance?"

The girl opened her palms and pressed them on Dotore's chest, then turned over and sat on Dotore's waist.

Dotore raised an eyebrow:

"Again?"

The girl put on a pair of pajamas with a sling. The thin sling had already slipped down to her arm due to the girl's movements.

In this situation, Dotore didn't mind.

"Then your bath will be in vain."

"Well, I know." The girl leaned down, reached under the pillow and groped for a while, took out the square towel, folded it casually, and put it over Dotore's eyes, "But it wasn't you who said that, Are you looking at my performance?"

Dotore did not struggle. Instead, he completely released the strength in his hands and just held them weakly around the girl's waist to facilitate the girl's movements.

After tying a knot, the girl looked a little unclear, pressed her fingers on Dotore's lips, and then kissed her gently.

To put it into perspective, this was the first time in these days that the girl had taken the initiative to kiss Dotore.

There was no light in the room, and only some white light from the living room came through the wide open door. The girl looked at Dotore's facial features greedily.

It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at this face so carefully. Even if I cover my eyes, it’s still so superior.

It’s just that you don’t want to see it again in the future.

The elemental power condensed in the girl's palm and gradually appeared in the shape of a handful of ice edges.

"Dotore."

"Ok?"

The girl stood up and put her forehead against Dotore's:

"I love you."

Dotore's heart beat violently. At this time, he had no intention of distinguishing whether this was the girl's heartfelt words or whether it was part of her "performance". He only knew that he was indeed pleased by these words, and was buried in huge satisfaction. Anguish and worry come from nowhere, as if those emotions had never appeared.

"I love you too?"

Before Dotore could finish his words, the sharp ice edge stabbed hard into his chest.

This was the first time in all these years that Dotore had experienced such severe pain. It was so painful that even his lips began to tremble slightly, and he couldn't even ask "why".

The scarf, which was not tied too tightly, was loosened dramatically at this moment and hung on the bridge of Dotore's nose, revealing his somewhat unfocused red eyes underneath.

"..."

The person who was impaled was Dotore, but the one who gasped louder at this time was the girl.

The girl held Bing Leng's hand extremely hard, even if her palm was cut, she did not relax at all.

Dotore took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing:

"You want to kill me?"

Immediately, Dotore denied his answer:

"No, if you wanted to kill me, you would stab me here."

Dotore pointed to his aorta and showed a tired and relieved smile:

"You are reluctant to kill me."

"I do not have."

I don’t know when the tears escaped. At this time, the girl’s face was full of tears.

Dotore raised his hand to wipe away a tear that was still filled with the girl's body temperature. Perhaps due to the pain and excessive blood loss, Dotore's expression was extremely gentle, and his hands could not stop trembling.

"But you clearly know that if you stab me here, I won't die."

Dotore pointed to his chest, where the bright red flesh was squirming, trying to come together again.

The girl bit her lower lip with a look of reluctance on her face, but without hesitation, her hand pushed the ice edge further in.

"Humph."

Dotore let out a muffled groan, and then he seemed helpless and aggrieved:

"Stop poking it, wear it."

Dotore was right. On his arched back, a small, sharp, blood-stained bulge was exposed.

The blood of Dotore and the girl climbed up the ice edge from both ends, and finally blended and pooled on the sharp protrusion in the center of the ice edge. Then, drop by drop, it fell on the girl's white skirt and spread. There were circles of blood halo.

"It seems that you weren't lying when you said you loved me this time."

Dotore was still wiping the girl's tears with trembling hands, but both his voice and intensity were getting smaller and smaller.

"Be careful, I won't be soft-hearted if you meet me again..."

A coquettish red color overflowed from the corners of Dotore's lips. His red eyes finally lost focus, and his eyelids, which were already somewhat covered in pupils, drooped heavily at this moment.

Dotore was right, if he attacked the heart, he wouldn't be able to die.

Even the aorta he pointed out himself can heal itself even after experiencing this level of attack.

It just takes time.

Dotore is finally willing to admit that he is the loser in this relationship.

Who did he lose to?

Is it a girl?

Or himself.

Lost to my own arrogance, soft-heartedness, and love.

ended.

The girl was still sitting on Dotore's waist, her hands were trembling, and she left the ice edge.

She almost felt like her palm was about to be cut off.

After the girl gave herself a few seconds to dazzle, she immediately took off Dotore's inner clothes and fumbled for the key——