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

"What about you?"

Pantalone smiled and said:

"Are you clean?"

"She has been 'dead' for so long, why have you only thought about cooperating with the Queen in the past few months?"

Pantalone smiled even more:

"Do you think the Queen is interested in knowing who the daughter she has been looking for has been living with in the past year?"

"..."

This was the first time that the two of them had put this kind of thing on the table. When the words fell, the scene fell into silence.

First, Dotore sneered, and the curve of his mouth was a bit nasty:

"Don't pretend?"

"It seems that I guessed it right?"

"Not only is she still with Zhi Dong, she is even with you and me."

Dotore's body that had been lazily stood up slowly and got close to Pantalone:

"Pantarone, aren't you moved?"

"Do you still have the heart to give up this opportunity that's so close?"

Dotore's grasp of people's hearts is actually no worse than Pantalone's, but he's usually tired of it.

But now, Dotore is so eager to seize this easy opportunity that he doesn't even consider the price to pay for cooperating with the person in front of him——

"Pantarone, I can keep her forever."

Dotore's voice was trembling with excitement, but he still emphasized:

"Always, by our side."

"..."

Should he say it or not, Dotore really shook Pantalone's heart for a moment.

After all, Pantalone has never owned one. He is essentially a capitalist, and it is difficult not to be attracted by projects with small investments and big returns.

But the image of the girl today always popped into his mind——

Smart, fresh and full of vitality.

Only in this environment could he see her like that.

She is only really happy now.

This seems to be what he wants.

Suppressing the bad thoughts in her heart, Pantalone showed an impeccable smile and faced Dotore:

"It's a good idea, but I really can't help."

Pantalone spread her hands innocently:

"We can't think that if any woman appears near us, it will be her, right?"

"I'm afraid she should avoid us now."

In fact, the girl Pantalone said was avoiding them was coaxing the last seat of their family in a sticky manner.

Of course Dadalia is a person who understands the general situation, and during a confrontation, he will certainly not become jealous and angry regardless of the occasion.

But as an emotional novice, it is normal to feel a little jealous at this time.

Dadalia put his hands on the girl's slim waist, buried his head in the girl's arms and crawled around.

"Eh... Dadalia."

The girl stood next to Dadalia, and stroked Dadalia's head helplessly and amusingly:

"Let go first, it will... itch."

"don't want!"

Dadalia's tone was angry and childish. When the girl said it was itchy, the furry one went to the girl's waist, causing the girl to uncontrollably soften her waist and bend down with Dadalia's head as the fulcrum. He couldn't stop giggling again.

"Why do you start acting coquettishly as soon as you leave? Huh?"

"Humph......"

Dadalia's face was buried in the soft material of the girl's clothes, and the sound spread through the clothes to her skin, making the girl feel a little numb.

"The lady and I met too late. We need to hug each other for a while to make up for it."

It was clearly a childish and somewhat illogical statement, but after the girl heard it, she felt warmth and sticky sweetness from the pit of her heart, and her tone of voice was coaxing unconsciously:

"Okay, hold me for a while and make up for it."

"That's what the lady said."

Dadalia smiled slyly, and without waiting for the girl to react, he used his hand to hook the girl's standing ankle with one foot, making the girl lose her balance for a moment, and then used her arms to hold the girl who almost fell to her. on the legs.

The feeling of weightlessness made the girl subconsciously grab the only support around her, and she easily hooked Dadalia's neck. After this action calmed everything down, the two people's already unclear actions became even more ambiguous.

Dadalia, who had caught the fishy smell, buried her head in the girl's neck, sniffed without concealment, and even made a somewhat exaggerated breathing sound, along with a moist and warm itch on her neck, which made her The girl blushed a little and her heart beat.

"Young lady smells very good," Dadalia rubbed the tip of her nose and even her lips against the girl's skin, "Did you spray something?"

In fact, the girl never wears perfume, and rarely uses cosmetics. She only applies some simple skin care products in the morning and evening. It is already evening, and the insignificant fragrance has already dissipated.

Dadalia is naturally aware of this little girl's living habits, and this is just a small excuse for him to tease his young lady:

"No, is it because I like the lady too much?"

As he said that, Dadalia seemed to have thought of something, and then laughed softly:

"The lady said I smell good before. Is it because she also likes me?"

"Dadalia!"

"Well, do you have any orders, Miss?"

Dadalia smiled and raised his head, looked at the girl steadily, and put his arms in so that the girl could feel more at ease in the small space in his arms.

Dadalia stretched her neck and got close to the girl's face:

"Miss, your face is very red."

Then, Dadalia rubbed the girl's smooth cheek with the tip of her nose:

"It's very hot too."

A trace of pride appeared on his face:

"Miss, you are shy."

"You like me, you like me very much."

Dadalia's tone was determined, with extremely joyful joy, and he wanted to say something next. The girl hurriedly held Dadalia's face and pressed her lips to it, blocking his next words.

"Well......"

Dadalia's pupils dilated, but he reacted in an instant. In response to the girl's movements, he closed his eyes slightly, held the girl's waist with one hand, and pressed the back of the girl's head with the other hand, letting this girl The kiss became more intimate.

I don't know how much time passed, but the girl was probably out of breath. She stretched out her hand and pushed Dadalia's shoulder gently. Even though Dadalia was reluctant, she still slowly let go of the girl's lips. The person's lips had just left her, and Dadalia couldn't help but put her lips against hers and rubbed them hard before letting go of the girl again.

The girl arched her waist slightly, pressed it against Dadalia's forehead, and smiled softly and coaxingly:

"You're blushing too."

The girl pressed her forehead against Dadalia's broken hair and rubbed it:

"You're also very hot."

"Do you like me too?"

"Like me very much."

From this angle, the distance between the two is ambiguous enough, but not that close.

There was a delicate blush on the girl's delicate little face, and her bright blue eyes stared at him, rolling with strong and sticky friendship.

Dadalia was stunned, her Adam's apple rolled, but she still felt the dry heat rolling in her throat.

"Correct."

Dadalia's tone was lingering, and her eyes seemed to be pulling out threads to wrap around each other:

"Miss, I like you, I like you very much."