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Kane said, "Not here." "I will make a fire. If you want to eat something, I will help you take it out."

"No, thank you, Mr. Kane." The woman said from the chair. "If you don't mind, I will continue to enjoy the rest of my drink."

"It's up to you," Kane said. He looked away very carefully. He knows that by keeping your eyes away from her, you can deal with such a best woman.

He collects wood from under the wet outer layer of the jungle floor. As darkness enveloped the clearing, he bent down and lit the fire. The flame flickered and licked upwards, sending the transferred yellow light into the surrounding leaves.

Jianjian straightened from the fire.

"Do you like my dance?" the woman asked softly.

Kane said, "I didn't see this for your husband, Mrs. Fairchild." He returned to the boat, where he got some blankets. He put them by the fire.

The woman said, "He is not here now."

Kane finally looked at her. "As far as I am concerned, he is."

"You are too noble, Mr. Kane."

Kane said, "I'm nothing." "I'm just a guide, and I get paid for taking people where they want to go. That's all, you know, Mrs. Fairchild?"

"No," she said to him with a smile.

Kane went to the chair and sat down. "We are facing a difficult day, Mrs. Fairchild. We will need all of our power to travel through that dense forest. This is different from the jungle you have seen before. Venus breeds a terrible country, and we The place I’m going to is that kind of country. I haven’t been there myself, so I can’t even predict what it will look like, but I’ve circled the boat and it’s thick and alive. Don’t believe it. Therefore, If you want, you can stay up late, and I am happy to stay awake, but I suggest you sleep now."

The wife stood up slowly, her fingers fluttering around her waist. "I will tell you, Mr. Kane. You are not the type of person I don't like to argue with. Anyway, I have drunk enough to feel completely acceptable. So I am going to bed, but I'm sorry, you don't like it. My dance. Let's do this. You wait until I'm ready before we can sleep in a nightcap together, like a nightcap for dancing. Are you interested in Mr. Kane?"

Cain lit a cigarette slowly and looked at the flame of the lighter. He turned off the lighter. "I am interested in you and your husband, Mrs. Fairchild."

She said: "Go to **** with my husband." She raised the glass and drank everything in it. "Relax, Mr. Kane." She walked towards the boat. "Have fun."

Kane noticed that the wine had controlled her way of walking, so she swayed slightly, but there was still grace and swaying there, which was hard to ignore.

Kane thought, I hope she doesn't come out of there. I hope she falls asleep and leave me alone. I hope that tomorrow will pass quickly and smoothly.

But when Kane watched the flames licking for a few minutes on a stable night and finished smoking, he heard the sound again. The sound of music was enveloped by the silver body of the ship. Now it's wilder, the drums are heavy, and it becomes more harsh in the night and the flickering flames. Kane realized the blood in his veins and the pulse in his temples.

The door of the cabin was kicked open immediately, and the music rose in the air. The woman stood at the door, clutching the silver frame tightly with both hands. She was wearing black pajamas, it was made of shimmering things, it was as thin as a mist in the air. Her hair fell off and fell on her shoulders and back. Yes, her feet are white under the black dress.

She stood motionless, fingers tightly pressed against the frame, as if clutching the music tightly. Then the melody disappeared, only the drums were rolling, and a punctuation mark was found, which became everything in the night. The woman jumped from the door, twisting the ground. Her feet widened, her hands searched through her hair and lifted it from her neck. She bends down suddenly, causing her hair to swirl in red against the flames.

She straightened out slowly, sliding her hair back with one hand, so that she could see her eyes dancing with her body, and then she began to move towards him, swinging her shoulders, and spinning her head. Firm hands leaned tightly on the arms of the chair, eyes tight. The woman was twisting under the black veil-like robe. She twisted and turned, and finally, she stopped in front of her strong chin, her chin high, one hand still pushing the soft thick hair halfway. Her eyes gleamed.

"Nightcap," she said, her voice out of breath.

Kane sat on the chair cautiously. He said, "I am not thirsty."

The woman's hand flicked from her hair, relaxing her body's softness.

Kane gritted his teeth and said: "I remember a man who was ten yards away, sleeping under alcohol protection, because a cheap funny queen was drawing blood until he died to death. I can see through the pink skin. Mrs. Fairchild, what I have seen makes me sick. You are not interested in me at all, and you will never, because I don’t like the sight of hatred and selfishness, just plain decay."

She hit him in the face with one hand and then the other. Anger burned in her eyes, and her body was shaking. She hit him again and again, Kane's face was bleeding, and a ring tore his skin.

He sat very still, his hands pressed against the arm of the chair. "You just lost a boy of yourself, Mrs. Fairchild Semiconductor. Put your clothes on and we fly back to the colony. You can find yourself with someone else, because I have had enough."

He started to stand, but she put her hand on his chest, and the anger moved away from her eyes, replaced by tears.

"Please," she said, and Kane heard tears in her voice. "I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. Please let me talk to you first." She knelt on the ground, looking at Kane, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"About what, Mrs. Fairchild?" Jianjian said coldly.

"I don't know why I did what I did," she said with tears. "I think there is too much Scotch. Only I am still a dancer and bleeding on me. This is not a cheap burlesque, Mr. Kane. This is something deep in my heart and I can't do anything about it."

Kane said: "A good feature is for a man's wife."

"I have come a lot. I have come a lot, just dissatisfied with his drinking, he tries to have my way, keep coming out, I want to hurt him. I know this is wrong, but this is the truth. I am willing, I want to stop doing this. He was worried that his words and what he was doing made sense, so I fought him. He thought that if he couldn't find this gem, he would lose me."

"Isn't it?" Kane asked, his eyes thin.

"No," she said calmly. "I am afraid of him, I feel lonely with him. But I will not leave him."

Kane said: "As I told you, I'm just an hired person. The mutual thinking or behavior between customers has nothing to do with me."

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