"Yo, Palr, long ti no see!"
The handso man looked at Palr with a face full of joy, wrapping his arm around Palr’s neck, looking like a pair of close-knit brothers.
"Say sothing... don’t you have anything you want to say to ?"
He reached out and poked Palr’s cheek. Palr didn’t respond; he didn’t even look at this handso man, his eyes staring directly at the food on the plate, eating chanically as if the guy beside him didn’t exist at all.
"Breathe deeply, Palr, breathe deeply," Palr repeated to himself in his mind, "You’ve prepared for this, haven’t you?"
Palr tried hard to adopt the mindset of a field staff, maintaining calm even when the mountains collapse before him, and having peace of mind despite the tsunami behind him.
And then... and then...
The handso man raised an eyebrow, "Palr, are your hands numb?"
Palr feigned calmness, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The fork kept rubbing against the porcelain plate, making a piercing sound.
"It’s... it’s fine. Maybe I strained a muscle during combat today."
God, even Palr doesn’t believe this lie, but just like a stubborn mule, he had no choice.
"Oh?"
The handso man squinted his eyes, gently smoothing his short hair, revealing clear eyes like eralds.
He leaned down, his breath brushing past Palr’s ear, like soone tickling his ear with a blade of foxtail grass, unbearably itchy.
"Do you need to feed you then?"
Palr clenched his fists, and the poor fork bent into the shape of a worm.
The handso man curled his lips in a silent smile. Seeing his initial victory, he didn’t continue to press his attack but instead let Palr go in a manner of feigned retreat.
Palr felt as if he had climbed back to shore from the water, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
"Still the sa, no improvent at all?"
The handso man mocked, for a mont looking just like a charming girl, yet also like an effeminate man.
He shared so resemblance with Church, as nobody had ever figured out Church’s true appearance, nor could anyone instantly discern the handso man’s gender. He carried a mysterious and cold aura.
Seeing Palr not react, the handso man couldn’t be bothered to continue dealing with him. After all, Palr’s vacation was still long, and he had plenty of ti to tornt Palr afterward.
Looking at Leica, who was constantly interacting with Aimou, he coughed a few tis, his clear voice echoing in the room. The large dog instantly froze in place as if being caught by a predator.
"Huh? You don’t like this?"
Aimou noticed the dog’s change. Leica, as if being scolded, lowered its head. Aimou rubbed its head, but it didn’t react.
A clear snap of fingers was heard. The handso man shifted his chair, crossed his slender legs, and smiled, yet the smile was hard to warm anyone.
He beckoned, and Leica, with its head lowered, ca over shakily, obediently sitting in front of him like a solid mountain of at.
He questioned, "First of all, when I call you back, why didn’t you return?"
"Eek..."
A series of mournful cries could be heard.
"Oh? You slt Palr and got so happy you forgot, right?"
The handso man pinched his chin, posing in a thoughtful manner, "Alright, I won’t pursue this matter."
Leica happily lifted its head, panting with its tongue out, then the handso man continued, "Haven’t I told you before, you need a healthy diet."
The dog’s smile disappeared, there is no excuse for added guilt!
Leica skillfully moved its bulky body, cozily leaning against the handso man, nudging the chair a few inches.
It knew the handso man disliked its licking, it made everything slobbery and troubleso to clean, so it lowered its head, rubbing forcefully to express friendliness.
Suddenly, Leica felt breathing a bit difficult; the handso man had his hand clasped around Leica’s neck, maintaining his smile.
"Don’t play cute with , don’t you know how old you are? At your age, pretending to be cute is not suitable anymore."
Leica let out another mournful cry, its dark eyes looking at Palr, hard to imagine a dog’s eyes can reveal so many emotions.
Joy from the master’s return, fear from the current situation, and the pleading desire for the master to save it...
"Aren’t you going to say anything?"
The handso man nudged Palr with his elbow, "Leica is screaming for help at you."
Palr turned his head away, pretending not to see.
"Hmm!"
Seeing Palr like this, Leica was so anxious it looked as if it might start talking.
Fortunately, the handso man didn’t excessively trouble Leica, he was just signaling Palr that during his absence, many necessary emotions could only be vented on this unfortunate dog.
Releasing Leica, it ran miserably to the corner. Aimou didn’t understand what had happened, but no matter how she called, Leica wouldn’t co over, pressing its head into the corner as if facing the wall in remorse.
"So, Palr, you..."
The handso man turned around, just about to inflict a new round of torture on Palr, but found that Palr beside him had disappeared.
Looking to the other side, Palr was trying hard to maintain a calm expression, but his brisk steps undoubtedly betrayed his mood.
Seeing his partner’s flustered look, Bologue was slightly surprised. Even when he was called by Lebius for a private conversation, Palr didn’t act like this.
"Bologue!"
Palr directly interrupted the conversation between Bologue and Fuen, he didn’t even glance at his old man, speaking to Bologue sowhat like a plea for help.
"As expected! I’m still not ready! This is terrible!"
Bologue was a bit confused, "Huh? What are you talking about?"
Palr suddenly grabbed Bologue’s hand, looking at him nervously, "How about we go back!"
"Go back? Go where?" Fuen said at this ti, "This is your ho after all."
Palr couldn’t be bothered with his bastard father, seeing no reaction from Bologue, Palr directly reached for Bologue’s pocket.
Bologue swiftly took a step back, preventing Palr from succeeding, "What do you want?"
"Keys! The keys to the Undying Club!"
Palr was already talking nonsense, "I suddenly rembered, I made plans with Serey to play board gas tonight!"
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor ca from behind. Palr didn’t need to turn around to know that the handso man had moved the chair and leisurely stood up.
"How about this, Bologue, I’ll take you guys for a stroll, how about that? Wind Source Highlands is quite big!"
Unknowingly, nervous sweat had already covered Palr’s face, as if he had taken an excessive amount of stimulants.
Fuen added fuel to the fire, "Son, your expression looks a bit awful."
"You... damn it, Bologue, I can still barely take you flying for a bit, you haven’t experienced flying, have you? It feels amazing!"
Palr looked hysterical.
The sound of hard soles hitting the marble floor brought crisp footsteps, the other party approached unhurriedly, like a leisurely advancing cat, or a stalking lion.
"Bologue!"
This ti, Palr just called out Bologue’s na, his voice carrying countless words, his eyes hiding nearly a thousand-word essay, crashing together with Bologue’s gaze.
Bologue hesitated for a mont, then broke into a smile.
Seeing Bologue’s expression, Palr seed to grasp at a lifeline, "We are good brothers, right?"
"Of course, we’re good brothers, good partners."
Bologue nodded in agreent, pulled a key from his pocket, and placed it into Palr’s palm.
In an instant, Palr was on the verge of tears, this ti genuinely experiencing the brilliance of humanity in Bologue.
Grabbing the key, Palr bypassed Bologue, with no intention to even put up a facade, he quickly dashed away.
Rushing to the dining room door, Palr trembled as he inserted the key into the lock, reminiscent of scenes in horror movies where protagonists struggle to fit a key into the lock.
Back then, Palr had mocked them for shaking like Parkinson’s patients, yet now Palr’s hand trembled even more than theirs.
Fortunately, at the final mont, Palr finally managed to insert the key into the lock, his tense face relaxing, like finally reaching the bathroom after holding it in all day, revealing a sense of serenity akin to stepping into the Celestial Kingdom.
Palr decided that once back at the Undying Club, he would give Serey a big hug, and if necessary, even slyly kiss Serey, having never missed this Night Race Lord so much.
Twisting the key, he opened the door, the bright corridor unfolded before his eyes.
Palr took a deep breath, closed the door, and opened it again, behind the door was not the writhing darkness of Curved Path Shuttling, but only a familiar and bright corridor.
He glanced at the key, it was the key to their ho security door.
"Bologue! You tricked !"
Palr scread.
No ti to reprimand Bologue for this damned act, Palr was about to flee the scene, but before he could step, a strong, cold hand grasped his nape, effortlessly lifting Palr like a young animal.
The screeching sound of his soles against the floor signaled Palr’s final attempt at resistance.
"Just returned and you’re already leaving? Is your work that busy?"
The familiar voice sounded behind him, accompanied by warm breath on his neck, Palr felt a bitter chill extending from his spine throughout his body.
The other party taunted Palr with interest, "Huh? Why not greet , didn’t we have lots of fun on the phone?"
Palr stiffly turned his head, trying hard to force a smile, then gathered all his strength.
"Va–si–lina–!"
His voice was filled with fear and tremble.
Vasilina pressed Palr’s head, kissed him on the cheek, then mimicked Palr’s tone in response, with a playful echo in her voice.
"Pa–lr–!"
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