Chapter 551 Restricted Area
Miss Tyrant, who was carrying a painting tube, strolled around San'er's house, put down some things, and then left quietly. With a smile that looked like a naughty kid who had just successfully stolen a watermelon from someone else's field.
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San'er turned on a wall lamp in the living room on the first floor of Tofu Shop, held a kitchen knife in her hands, and watched the second hand of the clock on the wall move. Her eyes flickered, and she was already sleepy.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door... After being startled, San'er relaxed a little when he realized that it was Mark who was back.
"Drink a glass of water first." San'er poured Mark a glass of warm water and took a sip himself.
This had been tense for most of the night, and she herself had not touched it at all.
"There shouldn't be anyone nearby. You can take a good rest for the rest of the time."
San'er sat down sadly, still looking worried, "I... what should I do? If you want, go to the police station immediately tomorrow!"
It seems that it is instinctive. Cook has always avoided dealing with such agencies. He said calmly: "You don't know who is dealing with you. Calling the police on this kind of thing may not be useful."
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"Then...what should we do?"
"You go and rest first. I will keep watch in the second half of the night. If someone comes again, I will catch him this time. When it is daytime tomorrow, the enemy will not dare to be so brazen, so at least there is still a day time to be in the town. Ask around," Cook thought.
San'er nodded. She was helpless and subconsciously listened to this powerful man's words - he was really very powerful. The hand he used to use the pole when he just dealt with the four people was no longer like an ordinary person.
San'er quietly came to Xiao Zhi's room and sat on the bed to lean on her. She planned to sleep here that night.
Cook was used to sitting quietly. At this time, he just moved his room to the small courtyard behind the tofu shop. Although it was open air and still at night, the coldness seemed to have no effect on him.
He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, still holding the pole in his hand.
He closed his eyes and remained motionless, like a statue.
I don’t know how long it took, but Cook’s eyelids trembled slightly, he opened his eyes gently and frowned.
He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
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The night is late, very deep.
But the cold water slid along the skin, all the way from the cheeks to the collarbone, stopped for a while, and then continued to leave the towering chest, and then the lower abdomen... The cold water continued all the way, making San'er couldn't help but let out a slight cry. A low groan.
San'er is very aware of this restlessness.
Most of the time, she would take a cold shower to cool herself down.
She secretly hated herself for choosing this moment... Then in the middle of the night, Mark's majestic figure when he fought off the bad guys could not be shaken from her mind.
She raised her head and let the water from her unkempt head hit her body. She only felt that after cooling down slightly, she became more comfortable.
She couldn't remember how she remembered Canaan. Half asleep and half awake, she only occasionally remembered a story told by a priest who came to the town a long time ago.
There is abundant milk and honey, there is the promised land, there is life...
"Ah...well..."
La la la long——!
Bang——!
The subsequent banging sound was very soft, but it was enough to alarm San'er, who was sinking in this quiet environment... This was the sound made by the impact when the open door came closer... Even though it was very soft, she could still Clearly distinguish.
San'er subconsciously looked outside the bathroom door and saw a pair of feet stamping in the gap under the door panel... At this moment, San'er suppressed his breathing forcefully, but his heart was beating wildly.
But these feet, after pausing for a while, turned around and planned to leave.
"Don't go!"
San'er made a cry-like sound, threw away the turban in his hand, grabbed the lock handle of the bathroom door, "Don't leave."
She knew that the person outside was Mark... She didn't know how long she had been hiding in this bathroom, but the only thing she was sure of was that she could no longer control it at the moment.
Hearing San'er's voice, Cook took a deep breath... After sitting quietly for half the night, he also wanted to wash his face with cold water and sober up.
"Don't go."
The sound of the door opening was accompanied by a crashing force. It was not loud, as if it was pounced... on his back. This was how Cook felt at this time.
San'er's wet body was completely pressed against Cook's back.
"Don't go..."
He heard her erotic voice, and at the same time felt San'er's fingers moving around his body...
A signal that easily destroyed his usual calmness. The wildness hidden in his body was ignited for a moment. Cook finally gasped in discomfort and grabbed San'er's hand.
When the door to the restricted area opened, he and she returned to their original state... He and she have always maintained this posture.
When everything was over, the small corridor outside the bathroom became quiet again, and he and she said nothing.
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PS1: Please ignore the title of this chapter, of course, if you must study it, you can.
PS2: I have already made a deal with Boss Luo. After reading this chapter, you will forget what you have read, and I will not admit that I wrote it, Jiang Zi.
PS3: Come and like me! Come and reward me! (End of chapter)