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

"This is something very important."

The wanderer’s fingers caressed the edges of canned knowledge—or canned memories:

"Leave it to me like this?"

"Yes," the girl said matter-of-factly, "You are the person I trust the most right now."

Yes, most, most, most believe.

I'm not trying to coax the homeless, but the girl really thinks so - both objectively and subjectively.

Needless to say subjectively, the girl is willing to believe in the wanderer and has no reason not to believe in the wanderer.

Objectively speaking - the Wanderers have personally experienced the modification of the ley lines. If such an "accident" really happens again, the Wanderers will be more accepting; it is also because the Wanderers have been "erased" from the ley lines. Due to his own reasons, he now belongs to a person with an extremely pure and simple background. He has no interests involved and no one will think of him. Finally, taking a step back, in a sense, the wanderer and the girl , have the same enemy, or the same group of enemies, regardless of their identity as lovers, the two of them are also an absolute united front.

So no matter what, leaving this thing to the homeless is the safest and most convenient way the girl can think of at the moment.

"Leave it to me for safekeeping—or give it to me?"

The wanderer smiled and turned his wrist, holding the canned memories in his hand:

"Since it is the sincerity of the savior lady, it is more sincere to give it to me, right?"

The wanderer lowered his eyes and looked at the green crystal that was churning with something, and said in a low voice:

"If possible, I hope this thing will never be used."

In this way, this piece - whether it is her memories, her past, or a complete her - will all belong to him.

Forever, it belongs to him, no one can cross him and get a complete her.

The world will only have a sacred but ethereal savior, but he can have a complete, not-so-perfect, struggling and dark, seemingly innocent but actually extremely cunning, with seven emotions and six desires.

All of her.

After all, the girl didn't have the ability to read minds. Of course she didn't know what the wanderer was thinking. She was just seriously thinking about the possibilities raised by the wanderer.

She didn't think for too long and nodded quickly:

"Okay, I'll give it to you then."

"Anyway, I have given you permission. You can read the contents at any time - especially when you are thinking of me."

"Hey," the wanderer said with disdain, but he had already put the thing in his lapel, "Who would miss you."

"Don't you want it? Then give it back to me."

The girl stretched out her hand and looked like she was fighting for it. She didn't want to avoid the wanderer but didn't make any move to avoid it. Instead, she grabbed the girl's wrist and followed the girl's strength to pull her into her arms:

"Huh? Do you know that I don't want you to be so restless?"

The wanderer's hand rubbed the girl's waist, probably scratching a piece of the girl's itchy flesh. The girl's whole body trembled, and she twisted a few times in the wanderer's arms, subconsciously trying to escape. The reader probably discovered the girl's intention, and his arms were like iron ropes, tightly holding the girl in his arms.

"Ticklish?"

The wanderer's forehead rested on the girl's hair, and his lips pressed against the girl's hot ear. He couldn't help but recall what happened to the two of them before dawn.

Even though it’s a doll——

But it's surprisingly sensitive.

The wanderer thought about it, opened his mouth and pressed his pointed tiger teeth against the thin layer of cartilage, biting and grinding gently, while his arms were still closing, feeling the girl's trembling, and his hands were unconscious and wandered towards a more intimate place——

"Can't!"

The girl held down the wanderer's hand and looked at the wanderer with disbelief:

"Obviously not long ago—"

"What?"

The wanderer bit her mouth hard, interrupting the girl's unfinished words:

"I didn't say I wanted it - or is it our rogue lady, what do you think about this matter?"

The wanderer's hand was not completely held down by the girl. Instead, after the girl failed to stop her, he became more unscrupulous and rubbed it somewhere with his fingertips.

"No..." The girl grabbed the collar of the wanderer's clothes with her backhand, but did not stop the wanderer's movement. She only received a chuckle.

The wanderer kissed the girl's moist eyes:

"Be gentle...I didn't bring an extra set of clothes to change into."

"No, you can't!" The girl gasped twice, her hands gradually clenched into fists, as if she was enduring something, "Yes, it's daytime, and it's just, just--"

"what is the relationship?"

The wanderer lowered his head, biting the girl's shoulder through the fabric of her clothes.

Although the wanderer has been wandering around in human society for a long time - he is not in it, at least most of the time.

Therefore, he does not have the concept of "when to do something" that ordinary people have.

"Responsive," Wanderer said with a hoarse smile, "Me too."

"But...but-"

"What are you thinking about so much?"

The wanderer tilted his shoulders and let the coat hanging on his shoulders fall down, revealing his shoulders that still had hickeys and teeth marks:

"see it?"

"This body belongs to you now."

"you can--"

The next words even the Wanderer himself felt were a bit irritating, but he still chose to tell the whole story:

"Use as you wish."

This feeling is strange - the feeling of giving yourself completely to another person - strange enough, but it also gives the wanderer a different sense of satisfaction.

This is no longer just the satisfaction of "paying for love".

It is the pleasure of being desired, accepted, and possessed.

She was owning me.

thought the wanderer.

He himself didn't notice this almost morbid psychology, he only felt the huge pleasure in it - even after so long, he couldn't completely regard himself as a human being.

At this moment, in his own mind, he was more like an object - an object that could please some savior lady.

Miss Savior does not belong to him. Miss Savior belongs to everyone and the world.

However, he belongs to Miss Savior.

The Savior is possessing him.

Why do we say that "being possessed" is not possession in a certain sense?

A more humble, more despicable, more despicable possession.

"Ha, yes, you can ask for as much as you want, as long as you want."

"I'm your thing-"

"Ok?"

The girl held the homeless man's face, and she even wondered whether the homeless man's insensitive body was also driven by excessive pleasure to the point of speaking incoherently. People would always say some "confused" things at this time.

So the girl solemnly kissed the wanderer's lips.

"You are not my object."

"You are my love."