A trembling voice made a brave invitation, and Jenkins couldn't see her eyes clearly in the sly moonlight. He really seemed to know what a woman was really thinking through those beautiful eyes.
Although, [lie] didn't even move, which already shows that every word just now is true.
The man shook his head, and slowly, from bottom to top, imprinted Britney's body into his eyes. He walked into the room quickly, picked up the clothes on the ground, and helped her put them on.
The whistle sounded again, and the two people who were facing each other looked into each other's eyes. Jenkins sniffed the familiar scent of perfume and saw hesitation and determination; Brienne smelled the breath of the man and saw hesitation and determination.
"Your eyes are beautiful, Britney. It tells me that what happened tonight was not just about love."
"Don't blame me, Jenkins."
"I may be like a star in your night sky, but you still have your own moon, don't you? That moon is also my star, and you... are also my star. My night sky is already dark, and I don't want to lose this number." Not much light."
"Jenkins~"
She reached out and hugged the man in front of her, and Jenkins held his breath to prevent his breathing disorder from being noticed.
"Female//body is not even a tool to achieve an end. Britney, I swear, if we were strangers, I would not refuse your invitation."
He gently pushed the woman away while holding his breath, and then kissed her on the forehead:
"I'm Jenkins Williams, the Jenkins you know. I figured if I accepted your offer, then I wouldn't be your star anymore."
"Jenkins..."
Britney tried not to cry. A small part of tonight's decision came from his father's choice, but more of it came from his own courage. She thought about what happened after that, but she didn't guess that Jenkins would dress her.
Twenty years in her life, this is the most peculiar man she has ever known.
"Nothing happened tonight, have a good dream!"
"Sweet dreams."
The woman returns likewise.
When the man turned to leave, the moonlight filled the hallway again. Holding the buttons of her clothes, the woman felt that this star named Jenkins Williams was emitting a light no less than that of the moon—
Like that purple star in the sky.
He walked back to the room quickly, not even talking to his cat. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jenkins' body shook as if he was sick. The few short minutes just now seemed to have passed for several years. Jenkins himself was not sure if he would make a different choice if he went through it again.
"Oh, sage~"
He moaned softly, covering his face, feeling unable to control his trembling body and limbs. He wasn't sure if it was excitement or fear, maybe a little of both. The various feelings in his heart are even more indescribable. He has never faced such a situation in his two lives.
The image of the blonde girl under the moonlight jumped in front of my eyes again, this time even my heart was trembling.
"Oh my god~"
Just a little bit before, he couldn't bear the pain, but fortunately, his strong self-control helped a lot at the last moment, otherwise he might not spend the night in his box tonight.
Sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, I still couldn't help thinking about what I saw just now. Feeling something stroking his knees, he looked down and saw Chocolate's tail wagging around.
"No, I have to find something to do."
He regretted the rejection just now, but he thought he had done the right thing, and he was still an upright person. Feeling that I might not be able to sleep tonight, I decided to visit my friend.
Lying flat on the bed and closing his eyes, his consciousness appeared in the distant Loen. There were no lights in the room, and it was very deserted. Although the servants cleaned the place every day, it looked like Alexia hadn't returned.
"Where did she go, won't she be in trouble?"
Jenkins thought a little annoyed.
Holding the chocolate and pushing open the door, avoiding the night patrol servants and coming to the city. It was still snowing in Loen, and according to Miss Stuart, winter in this city would not end until the end of April at least.
Being blown by the cold wind like this, the restless heart calmed down a little. The steam train he was on arrived at Nolan Station in about three hours. Before that, he planned to take a turn in the capital of the Northern Kingdom to stay away from those troublesome women.
Alexia once introduced this strange city in detail. Apart from the exotic atmosphere, it is very similar to Nolan. For example, the tavern that is still open late at night and the drunk who vomits on the side of the road, if you are brave enough to go deep into those dark alleys, the probability of encountering robbers and prostitutes is about the same.
She had also taken Jenkins on a tour of the city's Black Market of the Giver, but Jenkins had no interest in doing that tonight. He is feeling a little irritable now, and just wants to find a place to spend time quietly.
Alexia will put some national currency in the drawer of her bedroom, so that Jenkins who may come over can take it at will. In terms of money, neither of them cares much, because Jenkins knows that his friend is very, very rich, and Alexia also knows that Jenkins holds a big treasure near Beldyran. (Chapter 504)
Since you have money in your hands, it is a good idea to spend time in taverns. Of course, this is also skillful. Most of the pubs near the main road are very formal, and there are very few rude and illegal people in them. After all, the police officers and gentlemen on patrol may also have a drink after work. And if you want to find the merchants who deal in smuggling, contraband, or spend the night with a beautiful girl at a cheap price, you need not only luck, but also go deeper into the city.
There was no way Jenkins would go to a tavern that smelled so bad with the cat with him. He walked on the snow for a while, and at the end of an alley at the end of a shopping street called Singer Avenue, he found a tavern that was still open.
The name of the tavern [Alalsa] cannot find a suitable explanation in modern lingua franca, it seems to be a pure accumulation of letters. Jenkins thought it was a misspelling by the tavern owner, so he guessed that the decoration inside was also rough, but what he saw after entering the door was the same decoration style as a forest cabin.
It gave Jenkins a sense of coming home and a better mood.
There were very few people in the tavern, but the light and temperature were very suitable, so the price should be very expensive. But this time, the miserly Mr. Writer doesn't care about the money and now just wants to escape the things he doesn't want to think about.