Before she got close to the door, she saw a dark shadow standing on the second-floor window sill. When it saw her coming, it let out a strange cry, then flapped its wings and flew down.
It's the Black Owl.
It had faithfully carried out her orders, and it seemed that no one had approached the house during this time.
Letting the big bird land on her elbow, Xia Yibing took the key to open the door while bearing its weight. She couldn't help but think of the package the other party brought back.
That was Aisuen's underwear...
If she could understand what I meant...
No! I should say she must have understood it! She must have guessed that the socks I sent her last time were not washed!
The more Xia Yibing thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case.
Of course, she wasn't so perverted that she had to make her socks smelly before taking them off. In fact, she wore them to make breakfast after getting up, and she hardly sweated, so there was no odor when she smelled them.
So since Aisuen had realized it, the two pieces of "equipment" she sent back should also have been unwashed?
wrong.
Raising her hand and tapping herself, Xia Yibing realized that something was not right with her.
This is just Aisuen’s underwear... It’s not a normal person’s mentality to be obsessed with this thing. When did I become such a person?
"Ga..." The black owl flapped its wings and flew to the side, looking at her with an increasingly weird look.
It thought its owner must be sick, otherwise why would he hit its head for no reason.
"It should be the influence of this island..."
Standing in the middle of the living room and muttering to herself, Xia Yibing felt that this must not be just her problem.
The overly depressing living environment stimulated her longing for her lover. When this longing accumulated to a certain extent, her mind and even her personality might indeed be distorted.
The good news is that she was able to realize on her own that this was not normal and correct her thoughts before it became completely hopeless.
“I am indeed a professional.”
With a raised corner of her mouth, she lifted her feet and tore off her two high-top boots. She was too lazy to change her shoes, so she ran to the kitchen with her bare black silk feet and took some food upstairs.
Originally, after a tiring day, according to her usual habit, she would definitely have something hot to eat.
Eat hot food, preferably with soup. Take a hot bath after eating, it is comfortable and refreshing and relieves fatigue.
But today she received a letter from Aisuen, and after what happened today, she couldn't wait... couldn't wait to draft a reply letter telling her everything.
Just the day before yesterday, the White Shadow Palace sent a secret order, which was to raise Hitzfeld's interaction level to 8, and "if necessary, intelligence information of level 8 or above can also be shared with him for consultation."
So things are different now... When she wrote the first two letters, she couldn't say much in the letters, but today there are no restrictions.
Walking up the wooden floor and sitting directly on the edge of the bed, the woman first took a big bite of the blueberry jam bread, then gulped down a big mouthful of milk.
The food goes down the stomach and the hunger is relieved.
The fragrance of milk wafted through her nose, and she suddenly remembered the time she was breastfeeding...she remembered the scene where the girl was suppressed by her, tears in the corners of her eyes, and although she was very reluctant, she had to drink the milk obediently.
Oh……
She let out a suppressed gasp.
That restless feeling, it comes again...
His eyes unconsciously fell to the side.
There, a bunch of black stockings were piled up in a small pile, with a hint of white faintly visible.
His right hand reached out to pick them up, but she stopped him with her left hand.
"I have to calm down... I have to calm down..."
After throwing the bread and milk can on the table, Xia Yibing simply leaned over, leaned against the pillow and closed her eyes to rest.
I can't stay like this forever.
she said to herself.
Aisuen is the saddest and most upset now. She didn't even open the door when Ethan went to visit her. Even though she is willing to reply to the letters here, she is not 100% sure to accept me even if I fly back.
Once she finds out I've become this kind of person...
The desire for her is greater than the feelings...
【How can you think so? 】
Another voice emerged in her heart.
[Use your crime-solving mind to think about it, Chief Imaar... If she doesn't want to accept you, if she doesn't have that intention, then why would she add an extra piece of underwear in the return gift? ]
It seems to be the same...
[You are also a well-read person, Director Imaar, you know very well what it means when a girl gives away her underwear.]
So what does it represent...
[Maybe she can’t wait for you to come back, her heart and body need you…]
"boom!!"
The window suddenly slammed and the woman on the bed was startled.
I quickly used a flashlight to check the situation and found that a stupid two-tailed guillemot had accidentally bumped into the window glass and had fallen to the ground and fainted.
With a sigh of relief, Xia Yibing sat back on the bed, pinching her eyebrows and shaking her head slowly.
"Maybe what you said makes sense...but I still don't think she's that kind of casual girl."
There was no voice in response this time.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case. Xia Yibing became more determined: "She is under a lot of pressure, maybe this is just her way of relieving stress. I'd better not think too much..."
The Borean Sea Eagle on the table opened its mouth.
It feels that its master is not just mentally ill, as he has started talking to himself... Will it be able to turn back into a wild black owl soon?
There was nothing else in Xia Yibing's eyes. In order to suppress her rising desire, she quickly found paper and pen, spread them out on the table, pulled over a chair and started replying.
[Dear Aisuen, I have received the return gift...]
No.
Her eyes were closed.
After just the first sentence, she couldn't help but want to go back and get her things, hold them in her arms, press them to her face and breathe as much as she could...
[I think something that cannot be easily explained may have happened to me. I have become more passionate than before. The kind of one-sided passion that is only directed at you...]
She tried her best to control herself, picked up the pen and continued writing on the paper.
[As soon as I close my eyes, all I think of is you.]
[When I sleep, I dream of you. When I wake up, I think of you. I miss you as if you have never left my life. I wish I could see you every day when I wake up...]
At first, this kind of restraint is difficult.
But as more and more words were outlined, Xia Yibing quickly discovered that the heat was clearly subsiding.
She was cheered up and thought of it as a "treatment" for herself. She poured all her fantasies and desires into words, not caring about what she was writing... She picked out sentences that were suitable for ordinary people to read and those that were not, and in a blink of an eye she had written half a page.
After a while, she came to her senses and made sure that the fever had completely subsided.
Looking at the article from a clear-minded perspective, I find that what is written is simply disgusting.
Crazy...
She covered her face with one hand and groaned.
Can something like this really be mailed?
If Aisuen saw me, she would kill me... She would definitely not let me get in her bed again.
She picked up the manuscript and was about to tear it up, but when she scanned some sentences, her movements stiffened again.
Those sentences...
Those sentences may seem a little too much, but they are indeed full of her thoughts, and it would be a pity to destroy them like this.
After reading it again, Xia Yibing found that there were many "famous quotes" in it - things that she could never write when she was sober, and she was more reluctant to destroy it.
It can be used as manuscript paper.
She comforted herself.
Leave it as manuscript paper, continue writing, copy it when you are done, and then remove all excessive sentences.
This was a good idea, so she stopped worrying about it.
[I wanted to apply to go back to you, but I may have encountered some troubles here.]
When she got to the point, her expression became serious and she considered her words very carefully, explaining clearly what had happened today, the causes and consequences.
[I know Nachimore is dead, but I still feel uneasy.]
[Dongquan Island is a special place. You can see the Spirit Sea in every night here. And the Spirit Sea here is different from the Spirit Sea we know. If you come into contact with it rashly, you will die.]
[I still remember the first time I experienced the eternal night on Dongquan Island. At that time, Gray-Joe and I were staying in the research institute. I wanted to go back, but he stopped me and advised me not to do so.]
[I was curious and asked why. Gray Joe told me: "Because of the spiritual sea of Dongquan Island, those spiritual creatures that emerged from the void, when they appear here, the boundary between the void and reality will be blurred."]
[I witnessed one 'contact' myself, where a young agent was caught outside a gate and faced them.]
[They are indeed illusory and harmless. He did not die after coming into contact with them, but instead floated directly into the air, his body emitting a dazzling, dreamy blue light.]
[He became them, became part of the spirit sea, and could never come back.]
[When the eternal night passed and the morning sun rose, he disappeared from the earth along with those phantoms, like a popped soap bubble, as fragile as a dream.]
[This is the seventh night of Dongquan Island.]
[It lasted for more than a hundred years, and no one could figure out the reason behind it. All the island could do was to keep everyone indoors for the seventh day, isolating them physically.]
[And I…]
[Aisun, I suspect that the spiritual sea here, when it appeared, may have opened some kind of mysterious passage.]
[Gray Joe said that was the blurring of the boundaries, that is, the void and reality. I think something must have happened at that time, causing us to be easily transformed.]
[It's just that we don't know how to convert it back, so the contact will disappear along with the closing of the 'channel'.]
[But looking at it this way, what I mean is - if there are things on the other side of the void, can they take this opportunity to land on the island?]
[This explains why there are always so many evil incidents on Dongquan Island. Although they are not a big deal, the number is very abnormal.]
[For the same reason, I am concerned that the virus escaped in this way.]
[If that is the case, then the source of this is not Nachimoor at all. The next time the Eternal Night descends upon the Spirit Sea, they may suddenly appear and infect us.]
[Is this a void virus? The kind that doesn’t require contact, doesn’t need to be spread, and works out of thin air?]
[I don't know... Aisuen...]
[I miss you so much, I really miss you, I wish I could attach my mouth to the letter and send it to you, and kiss you the moment you open it... kiss you...]
[But forgive me.]
[I can't go back to you until I figure this out.]
[I plan to wait here for another week.]
[Until the next Eternal Night, the next Spiritual Sea, if no infection incident occurs...]
[wait for me. ]
[I'll show you what happens when you send a gift like this.]
After writing the last harsh words, the woman couldn't help but smile, as if she had seen the girl begging for mercy, but she ignored her and increased the severity of the punishment.
oops……
This kind of thing is so addictive no matter how many times I think about it...
Following Hitzfeld's instructions, Xia Yibing sealed all the manuscripts into a bag and tied it to the black owl's legs. She then opened the window and chased it away.
"Gah..."
Big Bird was obviously unhappy.
It flew back with great effort, such a long distance, and helped her look after her home for a whole day.
