Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Of course, as Fyodor said, Aya is also a supporter of this view.

Just like her feelings for Fyodor, it was just a good-looking face at first.Even the heartbeat of meeting for the first time can be broken down into a chemical reaction of dopamine secretion.Like all love affairs, enthusiasm always wears off.Therefore, Aya is not afraid of other people's love with a purpose at all. On the contrary, disorder and purposeless fanaticism will make her shrink back.

So she just said happily: "Fedya, I like you too."

Fyodor was noncommittal, just looked at her deeply.

"I like your face. As you said, I don't know anything about you other than that, and we have nothing in common." Following what he said just now, Aya thought for a while and said indifferently, " However, since you said you like me, and I like you too, why don't we date."

"I thought you wouldn't like the feeling of being restrained," Fyodor said.

He really didn't expect that Shu would take the initiative to propose it. Originally, this should be his line.

"Indeed." Aya nodded, "I don't really like the feeling of being bound by intimate relationships. But shouldn't you hate these more than I do? So far, I haven't found that you have any intimate friends, and you Never talked to me about it, and you didn't even talk to me about your experiences with other people."

"There are two possibilities." Aya raised her hand and made a gesture of two, "The first possibility is that you are playing tricks on me. The second possibility is that you have no friends, this is your nature."

"Anyway, since you took the initiative to let me discover another side of you, it means that you still want to get close to me." Aya clapped her hands and concluded, "In that case, let's date, when I leave Russia Just break up."

Fyodor put his hands on the bed, looked at Aya thoughtfully, and asked, "Lilian, don't you believe me?"

"Is it hard for you to be with me?"

"No."

"In this case, why not?" Aya said, "I am also human, and it is my instinct to yearn for intimacy."

Fyodor didn't respond.

Seeing that Fyodor didn't refute or approve, Aya sighed, and then said, "Okay, Feiya. I'm really curious about you."

Fyodor's soul that didn't match his thin body, and his grotesque words and deeds made Aya's heart ache like scratching.The person he has shown to her so far is kind, the human nature that makes him so sad and disgusted, he even does not hesitate to isolate himself from the outside world and walk on the road of self.So, what was the evil that tempted him to fall?

"So, Fedya, what's your answer?"

Aya poked Fyodor's face and saw him nibbling his fingers again.She had been upset with his hobby for a long time, and grabbed his hand again.

Fyodor turned to look at her, a little displeased.

Ling looked at him innocently, before he could react, she approached the thumb on his mouth and lightly licked it.

"This is my reward." She tilted her head like a stealing cat and said.

Finally Fyodor agreed to her.Aya didn't know the reason very well, but she was not interested in asking why.

However, now that they are dating, Aya has no idea of ​​taking care of Fyodor after confirming that Fyodor's fever has subsided.She arrogantly ordered her new boyfriend to make coffee, and then made an appointment with him to let him go shopping with her in two days.The purpose of the day has been achieved, but she has not forgotten the task of tonight, so in the evening, she simply left Fyodor's house and wandered aimlessly on the street.

Eventually, she met Pushkin in an open-air tavern on the side of the road.

He was humming a little tune happily and was about to find a seat to sit down. After seeing Ling, he obviously recognized her and waved his hands to say hello.

The purpose of Aya's trip was him, so she walked into him and asked in Russian, "Do you mind if I sit down?"

When we met last time, she had already realized the disadvantage of the language barrier, so she simply cheated on herself after returning home.

"Of course! Where's your male companion?" Contrary to his appearance, he was polite when alone with Pushkin.

"Him? I just left his house." Ling replied.

Pushkin just asked casually. He seemed extremely relaxed and excited, and his feet trembled excitedly, as if some happy event had happened. Hearing Aya's answer, he started another topic: "Ma'am, have you tell me your name."

"My name is Hayata Ling, you can call me Lilian."

"Lilian?" Pushkin said her name in a low voice. He tried to search for the memory of the name in his mind, and he couldn't help muttering, "It sounds familiar."

"It's just a common name, Mr. Pushkin."

After finishing speaking, Ling called the waiter, and the two ordered a few bottles of vodka first.

In the harsh winter, the outdoor seats and the entrance of ice-cold vodat burst into the throat like a fire, and as the bottles of vodat are swallowed, soon, not only the stomach, but also the face It's all warm up here.

Ling and Pushkin began to compete for wine with great interest.After an unknown number of bottles of wine, Pushkin was already drunk, and was insanely drunk. He kept the electric pole next to him for his lover, and kept saying, "Pain! Oh! You are my goddess, my strength!" source! I will judge the sinners for you!..."

Aya was not drunk, although her cheeks were flushed from too much alcohol.She turned around, and Pushkin looked delirious, but Ling still needed to confirm, so she walked into him, patted Pushkin who was holding on to the telephone pole worriedly, and asked, "Pushkin, are you okay?" ?"

Pushkin just giggled, his eyes were slack, his pupils were out of focus, and he waved his hand in the air indiscriminately, as if to slap away annoying flies.Due to his fat body, after a few movements, his center of gravity was a little unstable, like a funny tumbler.

He roared, hiccupped, and began to complain again: "Annoying Goncharov, why do you have to hand over the mess to me every time! Go and ask your master for guilt, poor man!"

"Sigma? Sigma! Kind Mr. Sigma! Give me the money! Pay for me!" He seemed to regard Ling as another person, reeking of alcohol, and his voice was deafening.

After a while, he seemed to regain some sense, turned his face blankly, and saw Lilian on the side: "Miss Lilian! I'm sorry! Please forget my vulgar words!"

"Pushkin, please don't take it to heart." Aya shook her head, not paying too much attention to his offense. She pretended to be curious and asked casually, "Who are you talking about Goncharov and Sigma? They belong to you." friend?"

"Are they? Please don't mind, ma'am, they're just a bunch of hateful colleagues!" Thinking of them, Pushkin began to gnash his teeth, and under the paralysis of alcohol, he began to pour out bitter water: "Two despicable and shameless bedbugs! How can they understand, how can they understand!"

Ling felt that these two people named Goncharov and Sigma should be his accomplices.

So while she was curious, she asked inductively: "Understand what? Pushkin, I believe I can understand your feelings. You know, annoying colleagues are really annoying!"

"Of course it's the joy of pain!" Pushkin crazily covered his round head, as if a thousand needles were pricking his brain, and besides, someone had already ordered him not to hide anything like Hayata Ling, Under the hint, his desire to confide was so strong that he couldn't help breaking down and crying hysterically, "No one will understand at all!"

It's a pity that no matter how much Ling asked, Pushkin refused to say any more. He stubbornly huddled on the seat and treated Ling like a stranger: "If you want to exchange my secrets, you have to exchange your own secrets! Otherwise , I won't tell you any more!"

Aya could only ask: "Okay, Pushkin, what do you want to ask me?"

"Of course it's a secret!" Pushkin rolled his eyes and said impatiently with the smell of alcohol in his throat.

"But I can't guarantee that after I tell you my secret, you will tell me your secret." The smell of wine was too strong, and Ling was also a little drunk, she forced herself to ask.

"That's right." Pushkin also seemed to be stumped by this question, but his chaotic brain obviously couldn't bear the amount of thinking on this question, and he threw his wine glass on the ground anxiously, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’m bored to death, I’m bored to death! Then I’ll show you first! My secret!”