With a scream, Xia Yibing quietly withdrew her elbow: "I never said that!"
Hitzfeld was laughing so much. She hadn't seen Zafira for a long time. It seemed like he was doing well now.
"I am now in the Internal Audit Department." After a simple joke, Zafira began to seriously introduce his promotion experience: "The previous incident... you know... I caught a few traitors, and they thought I had this talent, so they asked the captain if I wanted to go. The captain also asked me, and I felt that this kind of job was more suitable for me, so I went."
"I think it suits you too." Hitzfeld nodded seriously.
The impression Zafira gave her was generally rigorous.
Although he can be a bit silly at times, it is also true that his talents in management and investigation are more outstanding than his ability to solve cases.
"Come on, maybe you'll be the director in the future." She said perfunctorily and continued to ask him, "Where's Ethan? How is he?"
Ethan disappeared after returning to Wayne Port with her. When asked, Xia Yibing didn't say anything. One could only guess that he was carrying out a secret mission.
"Oh, he—he's at—"
Xia Yibing cast a warning look at him from the side, and Zafira immediately changed his words: "I don't know... You know the rules, Aisuen, after all, you are not in this system."
Hitzfeld frowned, looked at him and then at Xia Yibing, and said, "I thought I had lived there long enough, and even knew a lot of secrets that the agents didn't know..."
"These are two different things..." Zafira was at a loss for words. "Rules are rules... In fact, we are already considering moving to another place. Too many people in the original headquarters know about it, which is not good."
"As for Ethan, I can only tell you that he seems to have become a different person now, like he is ten or twenty years younger. He is better than a mastiff in handling cases."
No information was revealed about where Ethan was or what he was doing, but that was enough for Hitzfeld to know.
However, her next words almost made Zafira choke on her saliva.
"Let me guess. You don't have any special bloodline, curse, or mystery about your origins, do you?"
"No."
"Really do not have?"
"I am human." Zafira stretched out his finger and tapped the gray-haired girl in the air, then tapped his nose: "Pure, purer than that dog's fur."
"Is it possible that he is a woman?" Hitzfeld looked at Xia Yibing.
"It's possible~" Xia Yibing guessed her thoughts and smiled, "After all, her hair is long and her figure is good... She can still be a beauty if she takes off her glasses and dresses up."
"I can't take it anymore!"
Zafira ran away quickly, leaving space for the two of them.
The smile on Hitzfeld's face gradually disappeared.
“I think it’s the vase,” she said. “Even though the bugs were burned, there may still be some invisible things left in my body.”
"That doesn't make sense." Xia Yibing frowned, "It's impossible that the attack has only started now..."
"That half of the mask." Hitzfeld interrupted her. "Perhaps it was also something from Onsin. It awakened that thing. It just so happened that I was mentally weaker than usual during this period, so it took advantage of the opportunity and took effect."
After eliminating all the impossible, what remains is the truth.
Apart from this, Hitzfeld really couldn't think of any other possibility that would make "I am the only one who suffers among so many people who have touched the mask."
"So the mask is only half?" Xia Yibing asked, "The report Ethan gave me said it was originally complete, and it was a complete piece when Nicholas got it."
"Only half." Hitzfeld nodded.
There was no other half in the big box, and she didn't know where the other half had gone. She personally tended to think that it was destroyed by the Count.
After chatting for a while, Xia Yibing suggested taking her out for dinner.
The things here can be sorted out by the Mysterious Inspection Department. As for Hitzfeld, if she remembered correctly, the girl didn't eat much in the morning and at noon.
Lily was very happy. Her dog leash had been rubbed off at some point. She followed the two people, wagging her tail. Whenever she saw someone staring at her, she would bark at them crazily.
But when we got to the restaurant, something went wrong again.
"I do not want to eat."
In the small private room, facing a plate of steaming macaroni, each strand of which was covered with deep red sauce, Hitzfeld had a blank expression on his face.
"why?"
There was the same food in front of Xia Yibing. She had rolled up the noodles and was about to eat them, but she stopped when she heard the words.
"I have no idea……?"
The girl gave her an innocent look.
"I don't think it stinks either... it's just a normal scent, but I don't know why... I don't want to eat it... I have no appetite."
As he spoke, the picture in Hitzfeld's eyes changed.
The noodles seemed to come alive on the plate, turning into long, wriggling worms that suddenly opened their mouths wide and swallowed her whole.
Her face was pale and her body was pushing the chair back. Seeing this, Xia Yibing hurriedly helped her sit on the sofa, took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat while asking about the details.
"…So, it's that worm's curse again?"
She frowned deeply after hearing the description.
It never ends, it's really damn good.
"You and Lily can eat first." Hitzfeld felt a little dizzy, so he simply lifted his feet up and lay on the sofa. "Don't worry about me."
"impossible."
Xia Yibing's face darkened.
Not eating in the morning, not eating at noon, and not eating at night... Hitzfeld's health is not good to begin with, and he absolutely cannot ruin himself like this.
She turned her eyes and saw that there was a cup of warm milk on her seat on the table.
When the milk was brought over, Hitzfeld immediately showed a look of horror.
“I don’t want this!”
"Absolutely not!"
If it was something else, she would just accept it.
But this is milk!
She hates milk!
"I have to cure your bad habit." Xia Yibing ignored her resistance, raised his legs to ride on her waist, and brought the cup closer.
"Open your mouth."
"Do not--"
"Open your mouth or not."
"No!"
Xia Yibing was originally trying to trick her. When she opened her mouth to speak, she directly pushed the cup towards her and pinched her nose with her left hand in an extremely heartless manner.
"!!!!!!"
Hitzfeld's eyes widened and he reached out to pinch the woman's wrist.
But she was much weaker than the other person and couldn't hold her breath for a while.
I could only open my mouth obediently and let the other person pour the milk into my mouth bit by bit.
goooo...
goooo...
A glass of milk was finished quickly.
Hitzfeld's hair was disheveled, his consciousness was blurred, his hands were limp with his fingers curled up on both sides of his cheeks, and he instinctively opened his mouth and breathed softly.
She just felt that what happened just now was too embarrassing.
Completely...unable to resist, forced to swallow the liquid obediently.
She felt so much like she wanted to hide in the gap between the sofa cushions.
Chapter 7 Audience
After arriving home for a full half hour without being able to say more than three sentences to Hitzfeld, Xia Yibing realized that she had retreated again.
It really suits her style.
Hitzfeld is such a person. Sometimes she is very brave, but sometimes she is not as brave as a golden squirrel.
Judging from this trend, it is unlikely that we will be able to sleep in the same bed tonight.
Shaking her head, Xia Yibing felt a little disappointed.
As for the problem of insomnia, the treatment plan that Sixus had been working on recently was effective. Hitzfeld no longer had to rely on the power of the Ring of Desire to fall asleep. As long as he was mentally exhausted to a certain extent, he would have a chance to fall asleep directly.
It just so happened that she had been suffering from aesthesia some time ago and had fallen asleep three or four times. Now her condition has improved a little, and theoretically she will not feel sleepy anymore.
However, for Xia Yibing, who has become accustomed to living with Hitzfeld, she is no longer afraid of sleeping alone.
There was no need for Hitzfeld to be with her every night, or even to be in her room or in the same building with her every night.
As long as she thought about this in her head, and thought... there was someone else thinking about her under the same night sky, she thought... she would be able to muster up enough courage to face those dreams that had kept her awake in the past.
"But it's still a pity..." In the bathroom, Xia Yibing finished washing up, put her face in front of the mirror, and rubbed both sides of her face vigorously.
"Why was I so stunned at that time?"
What replayed in my mind was... the scene of the young girl, limp and powerless, lying under me, gasping for breath.
Hitzfeld was not the only one who was shocked at that time. She did not notice Xia Yibing's expression at that time.
She was completely taken aback.
Her eyes seemed to be on fire, and the girl was the only one in her sight. She was filled with an infinite desire to invade, but she didn't know - or perhaps she had forgotten - what to do next.
Some opportunities are missed just like that. When Xia Yibing came to her senses and was about to at least get closer to smell the scent, Hitzfeld had already pulled the cushion next to him and used it as a shield to block his face.
So it turned out like this... A dinner that was supposed to improve relationships ended up being more awkward. She could only stand in front of the mirror and feel sorry for herself, reviewing the mistakes she had made that day.
"It all started with the kiss on the bridge." The woman began to count on her fingers.
This is difficult for her to grasp because she has never performed perfectly.
For example, on the train to Elnak, judging from Hitzfeld's reaction, she did it even more perfectly than described in the book.
If Hitzfeld really couldn't bear so much stimulation, she would have taken the last step long ago.
"The book says that technique is the key, but sometimes emotion is more important than technique." Her expression gradually became a little confused. "But if you put all your emotions into it, won't you forget to breathe?"
She really didn't understand this.
Hitzfeld's taste was so addictive that she couldn't stop. Every time she had the chance to get close to him, she never wanted to let go.
Xia Yibing returned to the bedroom with some concerns and saw that the girl was already sitting at the table and starting to study hard.
This is not just about reading notes, she also has to prepare lesson plans for Meng Cheng's new course - "Information Communication".
Although she does not teach the class in person every week, the number of times is quite rare, but she is the only one who can plan out the key points of the lectures in this regard.
It is said that Pusance did not care whether she went in person or not, as long as she could compile a complete teaching plan for a semester, she would be paid.
"I'm done." Xia Yibing called her, "There's still some hot water in the tank, which should be enough for you to take another shower."
"Got it." Hitzfeld was still mostly immersed in the editing work. "You go to sleep first. I'll be there soon."
As someone who doesn't have such a high demand for sleep, she has become accustomed to letting Xia wash first.
Xia Yibing didn't say anything, but looked at her deformed buttocks that fell on the chair.
When she went out for a walk in the evening, she wanted to sigh... Hitzfeld's physical development in the past one or two years has been amazing.
Her height alone has grown from less than 160cm to -cm, not to mention her breasts that often look swollen, and her hips and thighs that perfectly show off their shape when her skirt is tightened.
Of course, she is not yet able to surpass me, and her growth rate has slowed down in the past six months. But some of her unconscious actions are really tempting in daily life.
The fruit is almost ripe, but I can only look at and touch it, but cannot really taste it.
Xia Yibing, who had just been excited the previous second, suddenly fell into a frown, and even the soft mattress began to feel a little dull.
Tormented by this mentality, she estimated that she would not be able to fall asleep for a while, so she simply took out a book from the drawer of the bedside table, intending to calm down her emotions first.
This is a standard knight novel, and the part Xia Yibing turned to happened to be the one where the hero and heroine were kissing passionately.
She perked up and decided to compare her skills again.
