“There’s no… uh… forget…”
“Then…”
As she spoke, she opened her own and Ye Ye’s robes, their naked bodies intertwining. Over the past week, it was because Ye Ye was injured and weak that Dean had to endure merely holding her while they slept at night… But today, she actually took the initiative to provoke him… How could he let himself and her down?…
“Uh, be gentle…”
“Mmm—”
“Don’t do that… it hurts…”
“Mmm…”
What followed was the intimate moans of a man and a woman entwined… filling the room with an intoxicating scent… This was Ye Ye and Dean’s second night of passion… and the earlier unpleasantness had long since dissipated… In fact, when two people live together, misunderstandings and conflicts are inevitable. Taking a step back, the sky widens…
[From Passion to Incineration: Seventy-Nine, Misha’s Actions]
The afternoon sunlight in the suburbs of Paris filtered through the windows of the ancient castle, spilling into the cold, dense study with its vaulted ceiling and gray walls. A slender, tall figure was hidden among the high-backed sofas… lonely and desolate…
Knock, knock, knock—
“Come in!” The woman’s voice was soft, speaking in French.
“Sister, I’ve found it!” A tall, robust young man entered, holding a stack of A4 papers, his handsome face bearing a warm expression, not quite a smile, not quite a frown…
“Brother, thank you for your hard work.” The woman’s slender fingers took the documents from the man.
“What’s there to thank between siblings?” The man sat down on the sofa opposite the woman, lazily crossing his legs.
In the silence, the woman quickly scanned through the documents. After a moment, she looked up: “Why are there only school records from childhood to university and current study abroad records? Why is there nothing about family?”
The man scratched his head, giving an embarrassed smile: “Uh, for now, I’ve only managed to find this much. It seems Ye Ye’s information in China is encrypted. It’s impossible to access the system in a short time, so I couldn’t find anything.”
