Lillian's Melaleuca routine

"So you are trying to eliminate this part of the harmful group? This part... the black sheep?" Aya stopped debating, she took a deep breath and asked.

She remembered Fyodor's method of probation. Fyodor's method was of course very simple. He chose to get rid of these "devils".

Thinking of this, Aya felt a little speechless.

Of course, in Fyodor's point of view, he and God also have the same view.

Death does not mean disaster, but salvation from the devil.

On this point, Aya is confused.

"Of course." Fyodor nodded reservedly.

At this time, he always looks very confident, but very restrained.Like a proud young man, but also a little ignorant of world affairs.But his rosewood-colored pupils are always dark, making him look a bit sophisticated.

In most situations, he is very calm, with a look of ease.

"It seems that you are a supporter of the theory that sex is inherently good..." Aya whispered.

She saw Fyodor turn his head and said nothing.

"Excellent!" So she changed her tone and nodded approvingly, "Since this is the case, clearing out heretics is a big project. But how do you judge the difference between devils and humans?"

Fyodor did not answer.

"That's my question, Lillian." He said leisurely, and suddenly he turned and looked at her deeply, as if expecting an answer.

Aya still felt strange.

Maybe Fyodor was testing her?

But that was nothing to her.

Naturally, she put her arms around Fyodor's neck.

"You gave me a problem, Fei Jia." Ling put her hands on her forehead and leaned on the sofa to groan.She half-closed her eyes, looking quite distressed, "I think we are discussing a deadlock. Let's sort it out first, you have to give me some time to think..."

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, her eyes lit up, "Oh Fei Jia, I was almost caught in by you again! I came here to chat with you, but why did I help you solve the problem?"

Fyodor just sat there silently, even though the stove was warmed up, it was still a bit cold at night.His cheeks were a little red, probably from the cold.Under Aya's gaze, he quietly reached out and tucked the blanket.

Aya smiled heartily.

"I want to hug you, can I?" She said deliberately, "You are cold, and I think you need me."

Although it was the end of February, the weather in Petersburg was still around zero in the middle of the night, and there was no heating in this room, and it was only warmed by the charcoal fire in front of the fireplace.

Fyodor didn't answer, but he responded with action.

He hugged Ling very naturally, and they stuck together intimately, Ling's head pressed against his neck.

Aya quietly spread out a hand and touched his forehead.

Seeing Fyodor opened his eyes to look at her, Aya smiled innocently and comfortably, "Feiya dear, I just wanted to see if you have a fever."

"Do you think we'll have moments like this too?"

"Yes, are you trying to reconcile with me? It sounds a bit unbelievable." Aya said, "Maybe I don't hate you, although you lied to me. But it's not unacceptable to me, you lied to me Seems like a reasonable need to me."

Fyodor nodded slightly, though his eyes were still closed.

"Didn't I invite you to my house?"

Aya stood up.

Now there is only the light of a desk lamp.

Her dark pupils looked so bright, so flickering, just like her cloudy and sunny personality.

How harmless and sweet she looked when she pursed her lips.

"You're right," she said. "At least when I saw you for the first time, I never expected this situation. You should be glad, Fedya. I have a very high tolerance for you."

Once again, she recalled the scene when they first met, and it was definitely not a particularly good memory for her.

"Thank you?" He smiled, but it wasn't a teasing smile, but a reminiscing smile.

It seems that he also thought of that scene.

But his attention was drawn away.

They were too close.

Intimacy like this always gave him the illusion that they were real lovers.

Besides, he did feel cold.

The warmth on his body made him feel hot, but that was all.

He was confused about this situation, and this confusion came from his perception of Hayata Ling.

He really likes chatting with her, and the moments between the two of them usually make him feel relaxed, maybe because they can chat, or maybe because he doesn't have to hold back in front of the book, with her character For him, he was so sure that she would not be a threat to him.

Because Hayata Ling is not human, she does not need to learn human emotions.

She will never give unconditionally, this is her fairness and his biggest bargaining chip.

Fyodor was distracted.

He fixed his eyes on Aya.

He even saw her flickering expression, which looked weird and bewildered.It seems that she is a little confused about the current situation.

Hayata Ling is indeed very good-looking. She looks very well-behaved, but her apricot eyes always unconsciously reveal evil qualities.

There's always something about her that makes her more attractive than she looks, rather than the awkward feeling of having a bad mind in a good body.

At least Fyodor is feeling a sense of freshness, because of the "book", he has a considerable understanding of her.

Facts have proved that these understandings are still very one-sided.

When she noticed that she was being watched, she showed her trademark smile again, a very playful, heart-throbbing smile.

It's hard for people to figure out her true thoughts. She is moody. One second it's mild and windy, and the next second it can be rainy and thunderous.

"You are charming, dear lady," said Fyodor from the bottom of his heart.

Rarely has he flattered a lady so flatteringly, and so sincerely.

Just like Ling said, he never imagined such a situation, he would have such a close relationship with the "book".

They hit it off, and in this conversation he was never at ease with another person about his troubles.

So when she squinted her eyes comfortably, he let the words flow.

"Is this your sincere compliment?" The person who was praised by him showed a puzzled expression.

But Ling's expression was different, she looked extremely happy, her mouth was slightly opened, and her snow-white teeth were faintly visible.

She is laughing.

"It's so rare, is it to please me?" Fyodor heard her say this again.

"Yes." he said.

She leaned against him again, and asked him unconvinced: "Fei Jia, let's do something else? It's rare for us to be together. I already have the answer to your question, but you have to accompany me first, I to tell you."

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I don't know!" Aya said confidently, "You decide!"

In the end they actually watched the movie.

Of course, Aya was not happy to watch some boring academic documentaries with him, and it was very late. In the end, they actually decided to watch horror movies.

Unfortunately, there is also an element of curiosity in this film that Aya randomly selected.The movie is three hours long, most of which are horror scenes, and the movie is a bit bloody.

Ling is not afraid of ghosts, nor is she afraid of these bloody scenes, nor does she try to pretend to be afraid.

Of course Fyodor was not afraid.

Halfway through the movie, both of them were sleepy.

Aya was drowsy by leaning against him, but she still managed to pull herself together.

"Don't sleep, Fedya!"

She looked at Fyodor next to him. He was very sleepy and his head was turning a little bit. It seemed that his usual work and rest time was not so late.

Still, she sounded tyrannical in preventing him from falling asleep.

Aya yawned and looked at the time, it was already 03:30.

"Aren't you afraid?" She said what she really wanted to say, "I think some people will substitute characters from movies into themselves."

Fyodor got up and made himself a cup of coffee.

Just by the cup, they drank the same cup of coffee together and started talking again.

"Is that all you want to ask me?" Fyodor said, "No."

"Why?" Aya was curious, "Don't all of you humans feel the same about these things?"

She suddenly thought of something again, and suddenly realized: "Or..."

"Yeah." Fyodor did not deny, "I would never put these into reality."

Aya hesitated for a moment and asked, "Have you experienced this before?"

The feeling of being possessed by death.

Fyodor nodded.

"Ah." Aya sighed, "It's hard to imagine the moment when you were desperate. Don't you care about things like getting hurt? Doesn't it hurt?"

"I have something to do," he said.

"Will you dedicate your life to this?"

He shook his head.

... She knew that his shaking his head didn't mean that he valued life more than anything.

It's just that before he achieves his goal with his own hands, he has to live to witness.

He has a clear sense of his own worth, and he will never die recklessly when it is necessary to live.

At present, Fyodor gives Aya the impression that he is calm.

She also never thought about the feeling of death, because books don't die.

She was never afraid of it, but she was still curious about it, which is one of the reasons she chose horror movies.

And now, although Fyodor still didn't show a gesture of refusing to answer, Aya didn't want to continue talking with him about it.

Although he doesn't need these emotions.

But she actually felt that he was a little pitiful...

This embarrassing emotion!

His invincible posture in front of everything, and his concentration in doing what he wants to do, should not be commented on by others.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't feel that way.

Combined with her superficial understanding of him, Aya still feels absurd about how she feels at the moment.

But that's how she felt.

The author has something to say: There are still about [-] words in this paragraph.

Then began the long story.

The main reference is "The Brothers Karamazov" and Thomas Aquinas' "Summa Theology" and some scattered ones.