[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

Although I was a little speechless about Hannibal's mudslide-like comforting coquettish operation, thankfully, he was intentional. The little fox also knew that making too much noise would be annoying, so he stopped crying.But if you don't cry, you don't cry, you still have to act like a baby.

Through the series of reactions of the second-year boy when she heard that she was raped just now, she found that this boy was not as ruthless as she thought.When they first met, the other party's ruthless and perverted behavior left a deep impact on the little fox, such as beheading without hesitation, and taking the severed head back as a trophy collection.This kind of weird style made the little fox think of the clown and Jim uncontrollably, so before today, she has always put the second-year boys at the same height as them in the pyramid of villains.

But now it seems that this kid's current cultivation is not enough.If the person here is the clown or Jim, let's not say whether they believe it or not, even if they believe it, they will not let themselves go softly, and expose their betrayal and escape.Most likely, they punished her severely first, venting their anger at her escape.Instigated by possessiveness to find the man who raped her and talk about life, let him know the value of life.

The little fox looked up at Hannibal who had a cold face and was about to walk away. He quickly moved his legs and chased Hannibal from one end to the other: "I'm hurt." She raised her hands to his In front of him, said in a pitiful soft voice.

It's a good thing for her that the young man's cultivation base is not enough, which shows that she can still deal with him by using her brain.She had to test where the bottom line of his soft heart was, what degree of tragic experience could touch his heart, what degree of experience was not worth mentioning to him, and could not arouse his sympathy.Find out these things clearly, and when you encounter a situation similar to today, you will be able to grasp the measure and prescribe the right medicine.

Hannibal tidied up the things scattered on the table, and took the time to look up at the little fox's raised hand.

On the white and bright wrist, a broken skin wound is very eye-catching.The little girl's skin is really delicate, and a little pinch will leave long-lasting marks, let alone being strangled by a thin tie.The epidermis of the skin has been worn out, and the surrounding area is slightly red and swollen. If you look carefully, there are some small blood spots.

Hannibal squinted his eyes to confirm that the wound was not bleeding, then he turned his head and continued to pack his things without haste: "Oh yes." He replied indifferently.

In fact, that little wound was nothing to Hannibal.Besides, the reason why her wrist was injured was because she betrayed and ran away. If she didn't run away, he wouldn't be angry and tie her up.Although he was prepared not to pursue the matter because of what happened to her after she left, but the tone in his heart was still there, and the wound that was not considered a wound should be regarded as a punishment for her.If I give her medicine with good intentions now, wouldn't the effect of punishment be useless?With her character who likes to push her nose on her face, she will only make progress because of her soft-hearted care in the future.Hannibal looked coldly at the little fox while thinking about it in his heart.

"It hurts." The little fox winked at Hannibal.

"There's a medicine box over there." Hannibal raised his finger and pointed to the cabinet next to the door.

The young man's attitude is very clear, it's useless to pretend to be pitiful, he'll do it for himself, don't waste his time.

It seems that this kind of petty injury can't arouse the boy's pity, and the little fox knows it well.

When Hannibal and the little fox were testing each other openly and secretly, the heavy rain outside did not know when it stopped, leaving only the cool wind to blow away the dark clouds and reveal a clear starry sky.

It was already one o'clock in the morning at this time, and because of the heavy rain, most people went to bed early, and now they are probably in deep insomnia.

After Hannibal packed up the dissection room, he took the little fox back to his apartment.He grabbed her arm all the way to prevent her from escaping again. After entering the apartment building, he gave the girl a warning look, signaling her to be sensible and keep quiet.With the other party's nod of assurance, he grabbed her, carefully avoided the occasional room with lights, and returned to his room on the top floor of the sixth floor.

A one-room apartment is small enough for a single person to live alone.The decoration style of the house is similar to that in the previous manor, the color is darker, and the lack of lighting is a bit dull.Opposite the door is the window, the desk in front of the window is full of medical books, and the writing and drawing on the open notebook are all research and anatomy diagrams of human organs.On the left side of the door is the wardrobe and bed, and on the right side is the wall. There is a blackboard nailed to the wall, and there are many clipping photos and hand-painted badge-like patterns on it.

The little fox glanced at the blackboard and didn't pay attention to the blackboard again. Anyway, she couldn't understand anything on it. If Hannibal wanted to say it, he would say it sooner or later. If he didn't want to, she would cause unnecessary trouble if she knew too much.So, just pretend you didn't see it.

"The rules are the same as before, so I won't say it a second time." Hannibal looked at the little fox who walked around the room like a small animal getting used to its new environment, and felt a little poked in his heart.

"Well, I see." The little fox nodded, and whispered: "But I have to say something first, if I suddenly disappear again, don't be angry. I definitely didn't run away, but crossed over."

Hannibal hooked his lips, and snorted coldly: "I won't give you a chance to time travel." When he said the word time travel, he emphasized his tone.

Hehe, time travel is not something you can stop with your hard work.But it doesn't matter, you will understand after you try it.

Today is really exhausting energy, time travel and my life is threatened.Now relax, the yawns will start to grow louder and louder.She wanted to climb onto the bed, but Hannibal glared at her.Whether it's acting cute or pretending to be pitiful, it didn't shake the other party's heart to want her to sleep on the carpet.

"It's not a gentleman at all." The little fox pouted while sitting on the carpet, and raised his hand to look at the chain connecting his right hand to the bedpost.It was a purely handmade chain connected in series by more than a dozen nylon cable ties. Although the texture was not as good as that made of metal, it was enough to handcuff her.

"Didn't you already know that?" Hannibal smiled, and fell back on the soft bed: "Good night."

Crack, the lights go out.

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As a Chinese saying goes, one autumn rain and one cold.Although the hot tiger in the early autumn was ferocious with its teeth and claws, it was finally defeated by the heavy rain.

The little fox was sitting at the desk, looking out the window with his chin in his hands, the autumn wind was bleak, and the leaves and petals were blown down.

The travel time this time was too long, and there was no intention of going back after nearly half a month.She went to bed on time every day, hoping that when she opened her eyes one day, she would return to Hannibal's world.

"Alas..." The little fox sighed melancholy.I didn’t want to wear it blindly when I didn’t want to time-travel, but now I want to time-travel, but the props don’t move at all.Although the second-year boy has no intention of touching her at present, there is no guarantee that he will lose his mind in a hurry in the future, and his safety here is really not guaranteed.

It’s still better in that world, she has her own one-person apartment, has a lot of savings, has high-tech products for entertainment, and most importantly, she also has a handsome and gentleman bed partner, who is extremely gentle to herself, no accidents There is no need to worry about life issues at all.

In other words, the item has not moved for so long, is it because it fixed its own bug?If this is the case, doesn't that mean that he will set up camp in this world in the future?

The little fox gradually lost his mind and fell into deep thought.If she really set up camp, then she can no longer continue to sleep and try to rescue herself.

"Want to go out?" Hannibal, who had just come back from the outside, saw the little fox looking out the window eagerly.

The little fox turned around after hearing the sound, and saw a boy in a black windbreaker who looked like a male model standing at the door, looking at him calmly.

"I want to go out." The little fox smiled and stood up, walking towards Hannibal.

Hannibal frowned, dissatisfied with the little fox's answer.He snorted slightly displeased, and quickly closed and locked the door when the little fox approached.

"I want you to go out with me, take me shopping, eat, watch movies or something." The little fox walked in front of Hannibal, and the newly replaced iron chains on his feet happened to be here.She stretched out her arms to hug the boy, and looked up at him with a smile: "It's like a lover on a date."

"It's a good idea." Hannibal refused mercilessly.

The little fox rubbed his temples with some headaches, she had already expected the other party's attitude.Since the escape incident that day, the relationship between the two has directly retreated to the cold state of mutual distrust when they first met.Moreover, during the cohabitation these days, she only wanted to get out of here safely by sleeping, so she didn't focus on the boy.In the current situation, if I really don't know how to time travel, then I must have a good relationship with the second-year boy!

"Is your headache better?" The little fox asked with concern after watching Hannibal take the medicine.

Hannibal looked back at the little fox, and answered after a while: "No."

Her demeanor changed, and Hannibal soon noticed the change in the little fox.Before that, she had always kept the water out of the river, but now she began to tentatively approach him in the waters.

Why?Hannibal thought for a moment.Could it be that she wanted to repeat the same trick, approaching herself to gain trust, and then run away?

Thinking of this, Hannibal's face darkened.It's not enough to lie to him once, and you want to lie to him a second time?snort!

"Let me tell you, the same tactic doesn't work for me!"

Just thinking about how to increase the boy's favorability, the little fox who cultivated a relationship with him looked confused: "Huh?"

After Hannibal said this to the little fox, he stopped talking to her. He was exhausted physically and mentally due to nightmares.Coupled with the reason for the cold and fever, I am already a little tired now.

"Be honest, don't make a sound. If you wake me up, I'll cut off your tongue and cook." Hannibal threatened the little fox with a cold face, then went to the bathroom, changed into pajamas and got under the covers inside.

The little fox already had a heart to please the boy, so of course he would obey now.She nodded, making a zipper gesture with her hand to her lips.

It's actually still early now, but the people living together have already gone to bed, and I have nothing to do, so I might as well rest together.Maybe this time I can travel through with my eyes closed?Taking chances, the little fox made a bed on the ground and lay down on it.

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The fiery red clouds were gradually engulfed by darkness, and the dusk in Paris, like an oil painting, gradually turned into a brightly lit night.The students of Santa Maria College worked hard, and at this time they were still studying medical books in the library, while the most famous and hardworking young scholar of their college was sleeping soundly in the dormitory.

"Misha...don't..." In the room shimmering in the moonlight, the boy closed his eyes tightly and muttered something sweaty.