"Well, get up, I've made porridge, I hope you like it," Elizabeth said, leaving a faint smile before turning away.
Julia stretched her neck and looked out through the crack of the open door. She didn't find the girl, so she wrapped her body in a blanket and ran to the bathroom shyly. She didn't have Elizabeth's carefree temperament. , I am not used to showing my body in front of someone I have only known for a day, even if the other party is the same sex.
Twenty minutes later, Julia changed into a loose light green home long dress and appeared in the dining room. Elizabeth had already divided the breakfast. When she saw Julia walking in, she just nodded to the girl and sat at the dining table. He was holding a roll of newspaper in his hand, and was reading and eating on his own, not treating himself like an outsider.
Julia didn't mind either. She sat down on the other side, picked up a piece of toast, smeared some peanut butter on it and ate a few mouthfuls, and tasted the white porridge in the bowl.
"Did you sleep well last night?" the girl opposite suddenly asked.
"Ah, when... Of course," Julia quickly replied. For some reason, she felt a little guilty. As for why, she couldn't remember why, and her drunken memory had become a blurred mess.
"If possible, I advise you not to do it again." Elizabeth said meaningfully.
"Next... next time what?" Julia blinked as she looked at the girl across from her.
"Drunk, don't get drunk again."
Julia seemed to realize something: "I...did I do something bad last night?"
Elizabeth nodded without hesitation: "Yes."
"Oh my God," Julia slapped her forehead suddenly: "This is terrible. If it gets out, if..."
"Don't worry, it won't." Elizabeth shook her head slightly without raising her head, and turned a page of the newspaper in front of her.
"Um?"
"I think that Mr. bastard will not spread the matter." Elizabeth wrote lightly.
Julia's eyes widened: "Asshole... sir, you mean... Eric."
"bingo!"
Julia felt uneasy for a while, and her tone even became a little stammered: "Then... that, Liz, I... I am in the end. In the end... What did I do out of line?"
"It's not too outrageous, you just clung to that Mr. bastard, crying and begging him to kiss you."
"Oh, God!" Julia groaned in distress, hugged her head and lay down on the dining table, bumping against the solid wood tabletop a few times.
Seeing the girl's reaction, Elizabeth couldn't help but smiled: "Don't hit it. It doesn't hurt anyone to break the wood."
After a while. Julia just raised her head, stretched her hand over the glass jug in the center of the dining table, poured herself a glass of cold water, poured it down, took a few deep breaths, and finally summoned up the courage to say, "Well, Liz, you can make things up about what happened last night. Tell me about it in detail?"
"Are you sure you want to listen?" Elizabeth asked back.
Suppressing the thought of retreating, Julia nodded.
Elizabeth remembered very well. And I wasn't drunk last night, so it started with the girl complaining about Eric. He talked about it in detail, and added a lot of small details vividly.
"I... I even told you about my dreams?" Julia looked like she wanted to collapse, and looked at Elizabeth with hope and pleading, as if she wanted to hear a negative answer from the other party.
"Yeah," Elizabeth said, picking up the bowl and drinking the porridge, and nodded vaguely when she heard Julia's question.
Julia knocked her head on the table again: "It's over, it's over, I have no face to live, how can I see people?"
Elizabeth finished the last sip of porridge, wiped the corners of her mouth, and at the same time showed a curious look, and asked, "Julia, does Eric Williams really have that perverted hobby? He likes Hit a woman?"
"No," replied the girl lying on the table in a muffled voice.
Elizabeth seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "So, those are all your sexual fantasies. I thought he was really a pervert. That would be disgusting. I was quite interested in him at first."
"Liz, can you stop talking about this? I want to die now."
"It's nothing, who stipulates that women can't have sexual fantasies, ha ha, but yours is indeed special, you actually want him to hit you."
"That's just a dream," Julia held her head in powerless defense.
"Dreams are a convenient and quick form of virtual realization of human desires. They are essentially the same as waking fantasies, except that fantasies are controllable, while dreams are whatever you want. But if you don't have this idea in your heart, You wouldn't have such a dream."
"Hmm..." The girl cried a few times, as if I was going to cry if you said it again.
Elizabeth stopped holding on to this matter and changed the subject on her own initiative: "Julia, are you in love with him?"
Julia jumped up, obviously the girl is more sensitive to this topic: "No, of course not, I hate him."
"Oh," Elizabeth replied noncommittally, wisely she didn't ask any more questions, otherwise she might be kicked out by the crazy woman, and at the same time she muttered in her heart that this reaction was really 'hate' to the extreme.
Julia stared straight at Elizabeth, with both hands and fingers resting on the edge of the table and pressing down slightly, looking eager to try and do something. After waiting for a while, he found that the girl opposite had nothing to say, so he let out a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "I'm just... Actually..."
"Forget it, Julia, hurry up and have breakfast, I think your life is too boring, and you will be cranky all day long. How about going shopping after breakfast, I can borrow a private jet, and we can fly directly Manhattan, Fifth Avenue is a shopping paradise, I will take you to some parties in the evening and introduce you to some young people, maybe they are not as good as Eric Williams, but the family must be richer than him."
"I have met a few people like that at many parties, either they are too old, or they are self-righteous guys, relying on the family's wealth to spend time and money outside, I even doubt whether they will have the ability to pay in the future. For the property of a generation, the United States has to pay taxes first before inheriting the inheritance. I heard that many rich children can only donate a large amount of inheritance because they cannot afford to pay huge inheritance taxes."
"Hehe, what you're talking about is only a very small number," Elizabeth said with a smile: "As long as you use a little thought, there are countless ways for those billionaires to pass on enough assets to the next generation smoothly."
The topic unknowingly turned away from the embarrassing incident last night, and the two of them slowly started chatting, chirping.
"Liz, how about this shirt, don't you think that one is too big?" After breakfast, the two girls got into Julia's cloakroom and began to choose clothes. They were about the same size and height. , so there is no size problem.
"But, I prefer looser clothes, this one is pretty good," Elizabeth didn't intend to change it, she was still wearing only her underwear and bare two white and tender thighs, standing beside her and pulling another clothes She opened the closet and chose the trousers on her own.
Julia pursed her lips, her head spinning quickly thinking about how to get the girl to take off her shirt without noticing something strange.
"Well, these pants are good, that's all," Elizabeth took a pair of khaki casual trousers from the closet, put them around her waist, gestured, and then put them on.
"Yes, it looks great," Julia rolled her eyes. "However, I think khaki pants look better with a light blue top. Pink is also fine, and white is more awkward," the girl said. He quickly took out two small shirts from the closet in front of him, and gestured in front of Elizabeth: "Look!"
Elizabeth blinked her eyes, looked at the two small blouses in front of her, and then at the one on her body, and suddenly lifted the hem of the large white shirt off her body, leaving only a pair of shirts on her body. White panties, while yelling: "Wow, wow, it's disgusting, I see, this must be the clothes of that bastard Eric Williams, it's disgusting, bah bah bah, god Nah!" (To be continued...)