Feast of villains

Chapter 58. The hunter thought she caught the prey
The neon light shining outside the window casts a psychedelic powder blue tone on the interior.

Sister Marlene's face was flushed, her legs were clamped tightly, she was leaning slightly in front of the sofa, her feet were bare.

It seemed that after Nance came back, she immediately glowed, and those moving eyes seemed to be telling: I can finally be alone with you.

Nance noticed that there was an extra beautifully packaged box on the table.

He went back to the sofa and sat down, subconsciously looking at the elongated and flat box.

"My gift for you." Sister Marlene smiled.

Nance unpacks.

It contained a tie, an elegant blue silk tie, which must have been bought long ago and was waiting to be given to him.

Sister Marlene took out the ice bucket from the small freezer, put ice cubes in the cup, and said to him, "I saw it when I was shopping a few days ago, and I thought it matched you, so I bought it."

"Thanks, the tie looks nice."

"Some men don't like receiving ties, thinking it's a woman restraining them." Sister Marlene said with some emotion.

"I don't think so, it's just a gift after all." Nance shook his head and said, his eyes quickly glanced at her tall and full breasts, his voice became a little hoarse, "And you have good taste, I like ties very much... "

"That's good." Ma Lian said, with a charming smile on her face, "Put it on and let me see."

Nance took off his coat and pulled his tie around his neck.

But the hands that were very dexterous when refining the medicine suddenly became clumsy, and he couldn't tie a neat knot while holding the tie on his chest.

"Uh-huh?……"

He untied the half-knotted tie and tried to tie it again, but it got even messier.

Sister Marlene's delicate and charming face was covered with warm velvet, staring at her beautiful eyes, staring intently at his movements.

He had already rolled up his sleeves, maybe because he didn't mind being seen that the buttons on his cuffs were off.The arm was strong, with a layer of golden hair growing as if the skin was shy.

"The tie can't be tied, I forgot how to play it for a while, what's going on..."

Nance twisted the tie around his fingers with an awkward gesture, trying to pull the other end through the middle, but it got messed up.Then his eyes cast a dark, hopeless shame, which made Sister Marlene's look more and more joyful.

She rang the bell next to the sofa to call the maid, then got up and walked to Nance: "Is it not wearing well or what?"

"It should be because the hands are too cold, and the movements are not flexible..." Nance insisted.

Sister Marlene raised her hand: "I'll help you."

Those white and flawless fingertips picked up the tie on his chest and adjusted the position of the tie.A faint scent of perfume came from her hair, which smelled intoxicating.

"Ma, I'm sorry to trouble you..." Nance's body was stiff, and his hands rested on his thighs uneasily.

Sister Marlene bowed her head in front of her, twirling his chest with her fingers deftly, patiently and gently.

Nance's drooping gaze was aimed at her slender neck, and the white and greasy skin was also wafting with a fragrance.

"Ah!" She stopped her hand suddenly, her cheeks were flushed, "I don't know how to tie a men's tie..."

"Then don't wear it, okay?"

"No, as a man, how can you not wear a beautiful tie..." Sister Marlene's expression became serious, with the tie wrapped around her fingertips, "As a woman, I must make sure that you wear your most beautiful tie every day when you go out Show your good face to people outside..."

The tie was in the palm of her hand, and sometimes it was turned around, and sometimes it was straightened.

At this time, she did have an unusual enthusiasm. She was not only attracted by the blue texture on the tie, but also because her fingertips touched Nance's neck.

In the middle of the neck was a fresh, hard Adam's apple, as vibrant as summer grass.

"It will be fine soon, you raise your head." Sister Marlene said while pressing Nance's chin with the back of her hand, and lifted it up slightly.

When her chin was touched by her fingers, she felt a little cold. Nance raised his head and closed his eyes: "I'm sorry to trouble you..."

"Don't be polite to me." Sister Marlene held her breath, and lightly touched his Adam's apple with her fingertips, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

So, without any shyness, Sister Marlene, who was indulging in the pride of her own charm and the peace and joy brought by the meekness of youth, smiled slightly, showing her white and neat teeth at the corners of her mouth.

After the tie was finished, he carefully straightened the tie knot and smoothed the shirt collar for him.

Sister Marlene took a step back, and naturally used her unretracted fingertips to brush the hair hanging down her cheeks behind her ears: "Okay, it's perfect."

Nance opened his eyes and looked at her.

"It suits you very well." She smiled, then turned her eyes away and turned her face to him.

The delicate cheeks, the roots of the ears, and the earlobes all became red, and even the snow-white and slender neck was dyed red, like a freshly bloomed flower.

Nance felt that he was shocked by her shy gesture.

What a terrible woman.

Knowing that it was fake, but still trying to convince myself that she was sincere.

Regarding this vixen, Nance really didn't dare to neglect, and opened the medicine bag as if avoiding the topic: "You should check it, otherwise I feel a little restless..."

"Oh, I won't eat you again."

Sister Marlene chuckled, blinking her charming eyes slightly, and looked at the two bags of potions with a little curiosity.Her gaze first fell on the coagulant, roughly confirmed the quality, nodded her head, and then slowly looked at the catalytic fluid of the unit, giving people a feeling of calmness.

You're obviously in a hurry, don't act any more... Nansi looked at her silently.

At this time, the door opened, and a maid in a cheongsam uniform walked in.

"Ms. Marlene, what do you want me to do?"

Sister Marlene pointed to the red liquid medicine piled up on the table: "Take a bottle and drink it."

The maid didn't ask much, just picked it up and swallowed it.

The bitter taste made her frown slightly, but she didn't express any other emotions.After a while, there was pain in the body, and Mo Su's reaction seemed to become a little richer.

"It works." She nodded.

Sister Marlene waved the maid back.

There were only two people left in the room, and she was not in a hurry to speak. She put her two delicate arms on the armrests of the sofa, and glanced at Nance who was sitting upright with her beautiful eyes, with a half-smile.

Still look at the cowherd's sight.

Nance showed a very flustered look, sometimes looking away from the window.

But every time she stared at it even more amusedly.

"Hey, Marlene!" After a while, he finally stood up in embarrassment and looked down at the charming woman in front of him, "What do you mean? Do you want to talk about it? If you don't talk about it, I will leave—"

"Ah..." Sister Marlene covered her red lips in surprise, "Why are you angry?"

Nance stepped in front of her, pressed his hands down on the back of the sofa next to her shoulders, and said viciously, "I feel like you're playing me!"

His eyes became aggressive.

This is the untamed wildness...

Even though her body was already within his confinement, Sister Marlene couldn't help showing a happy smile at the corner of her mouth.In her eyes, Nance is like a big wild cat just getting in touch with the upper class, with aggression and rebellion hidden in his caution.

His dark thick eyebrows and sharp eyes all contained a sense of danger.

Sensing the triumph of strategizing in her eyes, Nance wailed in his heart: It's really tiring to fight this kind of vixen.

Sister Marlene looked at him, who was gradually becoming dangerous, with a smile on her face, and she had a different thought in her heart: she really wanted to reach out and grab his hair, so that his hair oil would stain her white and tender palms.

So she stretched out a hand, put her fingertips into Nance's hair and rubbed it gently.

"Your figure is too good, and your strong chest is as stable as a four-legged stool." Sister Marlene touched his chest with her green fingers, and Sister Marlene said with a crisp and numb smile, "I really want to Sit you down and give it a try..."

(End of this chapter)