Then in her eyes, wouldn’t I have confirmed my identity as an old woman?
I don't think it's okay. I'll have to explain it after she comes out and tell her that I'm just talking nonsense and don't take it seriously.
When it comes to women taking baths, it's slow. After waiting for almost half an hour, the splashing inside still didn't stop.
However, the doorbell suddenly rang outside, making my ears stand up instantly.
"Who?"
First I shouted in Chinese, but soon realized that this was not in China, so I asked again in English.
The other party didn't respond, but the doorbell kept ringing.
So I walked to the bathroom door and knocked: "Did you hear someone ring the doorbell?"
"Didn't hear that."
As soon as Sophia said this, the doorbell rang again: "I heard it this time. Open the door and see who it is."
"I don't speak Russian."
"It doesn't matter, you can use English. Knowing that you are Chinese, he will probably leave if you can't communicate."
"Okay, I'll go take a look."
I actually didn't want to open the door, but the ringing sound was annoying, so I thought about sending the person outside quickly away, or walked over and opened the door.
Then I saw a familiar face and asked him in English: "Sergey? Are you okay?"
He looked at me suspiciously and said something I couldn't understand.
Well, the two of them were playing the harp to each other, neither of them could understand what the other was saying. I could only turn my body to the side, meaning that he could come in if he wanted. It was not my house anyway, so I just let Sophia handle it on her own.
I had no desire to communicate with him, so I sat back on the sofa and continued watching TV with my potato chips in my arms.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye, maybe because my movements were too natural. The expression on Sergey's face was not very good, and he kept looking at me with that cold gaze.
Ever since I gained spiritual power, I have been particularly sensitive to this kind of malice. I felt a chill behind him when he looked at me. After enduring it for a long time, I turned around and asked him: "What are you looking at?"
He answered again in Russian, which I couldn't understand, but I could tell from his expression that he didn't mean anything nice.
Then I got angry, turned around and asked him: "What the hell are you pretending to be with me? I'm not staying at your house, you and I are glaring at each other, who are you trying to scare?"
He also guessed the meaning based on his facial expressions, then responded to me in Russian, and even made a fist gesture at me.
This went back and forth, and the two of them became more and more excited as they talked, and got closer and closer. Finally, Sergey punched me in the eye, and I opened my hand to catch him.
Thus began a wrestling match.
It's like an arm wrestling match. No one uses the other hand, but only uses the strength of one arm to compete.
I originally thought that I was very powerful. It would be a piece of cake to deal with him. But I didn’t expect that the opponent’s brute force was not small. In addition, his body was a bit weak after the blood was sucked dry. Both sides went back and forth, but no one could take advantage of it.
Advantage.
After a stalemate for almost a minute, Sergey couldn't bear it any longer, and a golden light shone in his eyes.
I am also always prepared, mobilizing the spiritual energy in my body, ready to give him a big punch at any time.
Seeing that the cold war was about to escalate into a hot war, the bathroom door finally opened: "What are you doing?"
It was obvious that Sergey was afraid of Sophia, and he immediately wanted to stop when he saw her coming out, but I was holding his fist tightly, and he couldn't break free even after two attempts.
"Let him go."
Sofia came over and pulled us apart, then dragged Sergei by the arm to the door, opened the door, and shouted something to him in Russian, presumably to let him out.
But Sergey was unwilling and argued excitedly.
The two of them stood at the door and argued for two minutes, and I sat on the sofa eating potato chips with my arms in my hands. It was quite interesting.
But as he ate, he actually got angry.
Sofia suddenly ran over and sat on my lap in front of my shocked eyes. She also took my hand and put it around her waist, making a provocative move towards Sergey.
At that moment, Sergey's eyes seemed to be on fire, his body glowed with golden light, and he desperately wanted to come up and fuck me.
Just as I was about to summon Jingmeng, Sophia picked up the cross on her chest and yelled at him.
Well, then Sergey got cold feet, his attitude immediately softened, and he communicated with Sofia in a persuasive manner, with even a bit of pleading in his eyes.
But Sofia's attitude was very firm and she pointed at the door of the room. After trying to persuade her to reveal her true feelings to no avail, Sergey walked out dejectedly, his head hanging down like an eggplant beaten by frost.
The moment the door closed, Sophia pushed me away at the same time: "Sorry, I used you to block the gun again."
"How did you two act like this?"
I was quite unhappy: "Didn't you say that he won't retaliate against me? What's the point of another one? Look at the dejected look on his face before leaving. Those who don't know may think that I am a villain, here to ruin your relationship.
Woolen cloth."
Sophia didn't argue, but just repeated the sentence mechanically: "I'm sorry."
I saw that there was something wrong with her mentality, and her eye circles were starting to turn red, so I couldn't bear to continue complaining: "We really like each other, so we can be together? You said that there is a candidate for a saint in the Holy See, and you are not missing one. This status is very important to you.
Is it that important?
Again, life is short, you have to be in time..."
Sophia interrupted me: "Even if I don't become a saint, I can't be with him."
She put away her weak posture and her eyes became firm: "This is not just to fulfill the promise to God. The Romanov family and the Pushkin family have always been at odds, so I will not marry him.
Also, saints have a very high status in the Holy See. The more saints a family has, the more say they have in the Holy See, so for the benefit of the family, I cannot give up this status easily."
I can’t understand: “In your eyes, these power struggles are more important than your own happiness?”
She nodded: "Of course, my parents gave me life, so I naturally have to consider them and my family when doing things."
"Oh, this is really troublesome."
I didn’t know what to say, so I could only light up a cigarette: “I originally thought that my emotional problems were complicated enough, but it turns out you are even more fucked up than me. Why are you Orthodox Christians breaking the rules? You really should change.”
After saying this, I was shocked and had a bad premonition.
I walked closer to Sophia, whose thoughts were a little messy. I added some soul-stirring spells to my voice and asked tentatively: "Supposedly, Zhuo Yi has been in the Far East for so many years and has always been at peace with the Orthodox Church. It's so good. That god of yours
Why are heretics suddenly needed to be purged?
This shouldn't be a whim, right? There must be something in it that I don't know about, I'm quite curious, can you tell me about it?"