Chapter 113 The Fine
Chapter 113 The Fine
Gillian had never met such a coquettish male.
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He appeared aloof and decisive on the surface, ruthless in every battle. Yet the words he whispered in her ear were lewd and unbearable.
Trapped in the darkness, she had been forced to call him honey over and over until he finally let her catch her breath.
She never thought her life would turn out so bizarre.
She had chosen this partner herself, but could she return him now?
The bed was empty, yet the sound of running water drifted from the bathroom. He was taking a shower.
The sky had not fully brightened. How had this man rushed back so early?
Had his airship flown at full reckless speed?
Should the Sovereign Guard not regulate such violations?
Her fingers felt stiff and sore. She gritted her teeth and sent a message to Numbers One, Two, and Three.
“What is wrong with all of you? No basic safety awareness at all. You sped the airship and violated operating regulations. Stop slacking off. For endangering Black Rick’s safety, each of you is fined twenty thousand coins!”
After she sent the messages, her frustration lingered. She wrapped herself in the sheer thin quilt, climbed out of bed, and headed for the bathroom.
She was determined to teach Merrick a little lesson.
She pulled the bathroom door ajar, and thick steam drifted out to meet her.
Gillian instantly conjured dozens of golden psychic tendrils. They crept along the bathroom walls, slowly closing in on the male under the showerhead.
Spotting his well-proportioned muscular legs, the tendrils darted forward at once.
They coiled tightly around Merrick’s thighs, targeting his vulnerable spots.
Even if she could not hurt him, she could definitely scare him.
She was perfectly familiar with such petty teasing tactics.
She quickly shut the bathroom door and pressed her ear against it, waiting to hear his startled reaction.
The thought of Merrick panicking put her in a great mood.
The next second, the heavy thud echoed from inside the bathroom.
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No scream? Why did he not make a sound?
Gillian seethed silently. Still, the image of him clumsily falling softened her anger a little.
He would be docile for a good while after this fall.
She pushed the door fully open and saw his back facing her.
The steam gradually cleared. Merrick’s legs were bound tight by her golden psionic power, forcing him fall on the floor.
He hung his head, seemingly picking something up.
Gillian’s gaze fell to the ground. To her surprise, several round green grapes had rolled across the tiles.
“Grapes?”
So he was there to pick up grapes?
Merrick turned his head at the sound. His eyes lit up instantly, like shattered starlight falling into his pupils.
The awkward position made her heart race for no clear reason.
Perhaps her brain had released too much dopamine.
She could not deny that he had an outstanding figure and a handsome face.
She had truly gotten lucky with this partner.
“Gillian, you really are a walking contradiction.”
“What?”
Gillian had braced herself for his questioning over her psychic sneak attack, but his words caught her completely off guard.
“You are not tired at all? Craving your husband’s body so early in the morning?”
Merrick stood up as he spoke.
Her eyes naturally followed his movement, leaving his entire toned physique fully exposed to her sight
“Can you at least wrap a towel around yourself?”
His body, honed by years of combat, had no excess fat whatsoever.
Faint red marks from her earlier petty attacks dotted his abs and obliques.
Gillian had put in plenty of force last night, yet only left such faint traces. The physical defense of a level 9 beastman was incredibly formidable.
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He walked toward her while holding a bunch of fresh, plump green grapes.
“You’re asking me to cover up now? That’s pretty obvious overcompensation. There’s no shame in wanting me. I’ve been craving you, too.”
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