After the whole body of the unicorn appeared in the material world, Jenkins subconsciously looked down at the carpet. Well, it doesn't have any dirt under its hooves.
ang~
It looked up to see Jenkins, showing obvious joy, but seeing that the lobby was already crowded, it didn't push over to say hello to Jenkins. But it may also be because a cat and a woman are watching it covetously in the hallway, and the weak unicorn is a little timid.
The glow on its body is extremely obvious in the dark room. But Hathaway didn't appreciate it seriously, there was a bang, and Jenkins turned around and lit the gas lamp in the living room.
"Please~"
As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation with one hand, similar to a waiter in a restaurant. Hathaway shook off the man's hand, brushed the hair around her ear, and then walked towards the sofa.
The renovated house has more space, and the place in front of the fireplace is enough for two adult humans, a unicorn and a cat to relax together.
Hathaway was angry for unknown reasons, and even ignored the beautiful little beast because of excessive anger.
"So, does the unicorn belong to those people, or does it belong to you? Have you participated in the actions of the believers of the God of Lies? Jenkins, you won't become a mixed believer, right?"
She was worried about Jenkins. Although she was suppressing her tone of worry, Jenkins could still hear it.
"Unicorn summoning is a kind of ability. I learned it from Miss Black... Fabry. All of them have this ability. It seems that it is easy to make a contract with a unicorn."
The golden horn poked the palm of Jenkins's hand on the arm of the sofa, and it was not pleased with what Jenkins said.
"In other words, you have never participated in the actions of the believers of the God of Lies?"
The woman's eyes met Jenkins's.
"Yes."
Jenkins nodded again and again, "I know you are worried about me, but please rest assured, I never participate in those dangerous things. The reason why I learned this ability is because it is very interesting, and it likes me very much."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and stroked the back of the unicorn lying beside the sofa. Its soft white hair is particularly handy, but not as good as the little chocolate head.
"I didn't care about you."
Hathaway argued, turning her head away from Jenkins' face. The side of her face was extremely red, but not as red as the half apple left over from feeding the cat on the table, and Jenkins knew that it was definitely not the reflection of the fire in the fireplace.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he had sinned deeply.
"Are you really not involved in those illegal things?"
After a long silence, Hathaway asked again.
"I'm pretty sure, no."
Jenkins also turned his head away from her face. Although this man often lied, he actually hated lying.
"Promise me, keep yourself safe, and don't get involved with those lunatics again, okay?"
She held Jenkins' hand again, and Jenkins was still looking in the direction of the unicorn on the side of the sofa, struggling with his hand but not breaking free.
"They're not crazy... I'll watch out for my own safety."
"Oh, Jenkins~"
She suddenly hugged the man from behind Jenkins, and Mr. Writer could feel the softness in his back. But this time it was definitely not the cat, because his cat was on the back of the unicorn, looking at him with a scrutiny.
That look was horrible, and Chocolate usually only did it when he suspected that Jenkins was stealing food without telling it.
"I'm really worried. I'm worried that one day you will be arrested by the church, or someone will tell me that you died in a remote alley."
She hugged Jenkins tightly, and Jenkins was now very afraid that her tears would stay, he was afraid of the girl crying.
But Hathaway is strong, at least she won't cry because of this incident.
"I will be in no danger, no one can hurt me."
He carefully searched for words, hoping that the girl behind him would not hug her so tightly.
"I take care of my own safety and I know there are people out there who care about me, my family, my dad, my professors, my friends at church. Oh, you know what, I met a very interesting little girl at church, Her name is Fei..."
"Is that all there is?"
The sound came from behind him, and Jenkins felt his heart beating faster again. The sand and gravel in the wind were still hitting the windows, the burning wood in the fireplace was crackling, the clock in the living room was beeping regularly, and the unicorn raised its head boredly and let out a cry.
The shadow of the two hugging each other was pulled to the wall under the light of the fire. Although the slender shadow was distorted, it was extremely solid.
"And chocolate, it can't live without me."
He may have reversed the relationship.
"Is there any more?"
the woman asked again.
Jenkins felt that his lips were a little dry, and he wanted to serve the teacup on the coffee table now.
"Oh, and, I still have..."
"Enough, Jenkins, you know what I want to ask."
Jenkins looked at his cat speechlessly, who also looked at him with scrutiny. Of course he knew what answer Hathaway wanted, but he...
"I know you and Britney are worried about me."
He still said the answer.
That's enough, Hathaway doesn't want much at this time, she just wants to know what Jenkins really thinks, and what this somewhat lonely man is thinking. Now it seems that he doesn't understand anything, but he just doesn't want to admit it.
Hathaway investigated some of the things Britney had concealed, and at the same time learned the true intentions of Marquis Mihail. I was a little surprised at the beginning, but my real first impression was that I was delighted with the result. This seemed to be the most perfect ending she could think of.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
The woman asked again, but had let go of Jenkins.
Jenkins quickly turned around and took a sip from his teacup, then hugged his cat on his lap, as if this would give him a sense of security,
"I… "
This is a good time to extend an invitation, an invitation to a family dinner at the end of the month. But once this invitation was issued, something between the three was irreversible. He knew this, so his mouth was clearly opened, but no sentence came out.
Looking down at his cat, the black and white chocolate is still so beautiful. It can accompany Jenkins to do many things, but only in this matter, it can't bring him any help.
"I will not do immoral things!"
Jenkins swears he has no idea how those words came out of his mouth. He hated himself the last second, very much. Because of this sentence, the already embarrassing scene became even more embarrassing.