[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

Joe slowly sucked the emotional energy out of Allen.

Alan stared at Joe for a long time, seeing that she didn't have the slightest surprise, he couldn't help feeling confused.

"You...you don't want to ask me?"

"We are leaving today. I don't know when we will meet again. If you ask me, I will answer."

Qiao's gaze was like warm water, neither hot nor cold, but it made people feel at ease inexplicably.

Joe asked, "I just want to know one thing."

Allen pursed his lips tightly and stared at her.

Joe smiled and asked, "Which one makes you happier, the time being Alan Sorrell or the time being Julien Sorrell?"

Alan: "Of course as Alan, thanks to your cultivation, I can fulfill my long-cherished wish."

Joe: "That's good."

"As long as it's like this."

Joe smiled gently, "I only care about this."

"I will immediately forget what you told me today, and I hope you can get what you want."

She put up a finger, put it on her lips, and smiled lightly, which meant a secret that only two people knew.

Allen's heart couldn't help shaking.

She only cares about whether he is happy or not, she only cares about him...

System: [I hope this famous gentleman will not overdo it. 】

Step by step, Joe backed away, sucking up all the emotional energy in Allen before turning around, leaving him none of it.

Allen was caught in a blank period.

Jo lifted the hem of her clothes and walked away from the path. Just as she got out from under the tree, she saw a person blocking the path, as if waiting for her.

The person's back was facing the path, and even his back was full of depression and melancholy.

Joe stared at the Bishop.

Who could have imagined that under the neat cassock, his body was covered with welts, and there was a ring of penance on his leg that constantly gave him pain and stimulation.

Joe approached step by step.

He heard footsteps, paused, and then slowly turned around.

Claude nodded slightly at her.

Joe smiled and said, "Do you also have something you want to tell me alone?"

For a moment, he actually had the illusion that she had seen through him.

The shame of inverting the frantic dream and reality made his neck turn red.

He breathed hard, his Adam's apple was locked in his collar.

"Miss Wickham..." His voice was low and hoarse.

Joe smiled.

Claude couldn't face her eyes, he felt as if she had seen through him.

Her clear eyes have seen through his clothes to see his dilapidated inside.

Claude: "... I hope God will guide us to the moment when we finally meet."

Joe smiled and said, "Yes, love will guide us to meet."

Claude was taken aback.

Joe, on the other hand, looked nonchalant, as if what he said was very serious.

Claude couldn't help feeling even more ashamed and depressed.

His thoughts became more and more unethical, and he even began to deliberately distort Joe's words.

He lowered his eyelashes, "I do have something I want to ask."

He swallowed hard, his pale neck was slightly thickened by excitement and forbearance, and his neck was reddened by the collar.

He said: "I heard that Miss Wickham is also an ascetic. I want to know how Miss Wickham is ascetic."

Joe put his hand on his neck, smiling softly.

Claude looked at her flushed fingertips resting on her white skin, like a rose petal falling into the dew in the morning.

A passion spread from bottom to top, making every inch of his blood vessels cheer and every muscle begin to bulge.

Because the muscles tensed and swelled, the slightly loose penance ring that was originally worn on his leg pierced into his flesh.

However, the pain and irritation made his lower back numb.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of the penance ring. Once a person has delusions and makes his muscles swell, he will be stabbed by the metal thorns in the penance ring.

Joe seemed to be remembering something, and after a long time came to his senses, "My penance is in my body and in my heart."

Joe: "Because I have been walking in the country as a penance, so I will rarely exert anything on my body."

"However, sometimes I also want to experience the hard work in the world."

Joe looked straight at Claude, "I want to use a whip."

Claude's Adam's apple tightened instantly.

"I'm going to dip the whip in cold water and hit the genitals again and again. Maybe this penance will drive away the evil thoughts and desires from the body."

Claude couldn't help imagining it.

She held the whip with her fingertips that slid across the gully of the back, the long whip dripping water, and the blood scattered in the water basin, but he and her were reflected in the water basin.

"No!" Claude spoke with difficulty, breathing hard.

"Bishop Frollo?"

Joe hurriedly supported him, "Are you okay? Is there something wrong with your body?"

Claude turned his head to look at her with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Wickham, I am sure that whipping will not only fail to achieve the effect you said, but may also increase desire and evil thoughts."

Joe showed a look of admiration, "You really deserve to be Bishop Frollo."

For a moment, Claude felt ashamed in front of her.

Joe: "Actually, if you don't need a whip, you can also use local materials, such as rose vines, or rose bouquets... I often walk around, and these are much more convenient than specially prepared whips, black houses and water basins."

As Joe was speaking, the person she was supporting trembled violently.

"Miss Wickham," Claude said with a difficult expression, "please, please stop talking."

Joe showed a look of understanding, "Then, I will leave first, and God will bless you."

Claude's eyes dimmed.

He could only watch her leave.

He felt something cool flowing down his legs, it must be the blood from the penance ring's deep penetration into the skin.

He murmured: "Miss Wickham, you are obviously an angel, but you brought me... a devil."

Love is like a wound, it cannot be concealed.

Because, as long as the love keeps going, the blood will keep flowing.

At the next moment when he felt it, his mind went blank, and the mixed feelings of sorrow and pain disappeared in a volume.

System: [It's a pity, the two of them have a lot of emotional energy. 】

Joe: "Well, so when George passes here, there will be a second harvest."

system:【……】

Dude, do you really think of them as leeks?Cut a stubble, grow a stubble?

You cut the first crop, George the second?What a pleasure to cooperate.