The beautiful man looked at Palmer with a face of joy, and put his hand around Palmer's neck, as if he was a close brother.
"Let's talk... don't you have anything to say to me?"
He reached out and poked Palmer's cheek. Palmer didn't respond. He didn't even look at this beautiful man. He looked straight at the food on the plate and ate mechanically, as if the guy next to him didn't even look at it.
does not exist.
"Take a deep breath, Palmer, take a deep breath," Palmer repeated to himself, "You're ready for this, aren't you?"
Palmer tried hard to bring up the field staff's mentality of "not changing even after a landslide" and their style of "being calm after a tsunami".
And then...then...
The handsome man raised his eyebrows, "Palmer, are your hands numb?"
Palmer pretended to be calm, but his hands were shaking, and the fork and the porcelain plate were constantly rubbing against each other, making a harsh sound.
"It's... not bad. I may have strained my muscles during today's battle."
Oh my God, Palmer himself didn't believe this lie, but like a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, he really had no choice.
"oh?"
The handsome man narrowed his eyes and gently smoothed his short hair, revealing his clear, emerald-like pupils.
He leaned down and his breath brushed against Palmer's ear. It felt like someone was rubbing the shell of his ear with a dog's tail grass. It was extremely itchy.
"Then do you need me to feed you?"
Palmer clenched his fists, and the poor fork twisted into the shape of an earthworm.
The handsome man raised the corner of his mouth and smiled silently. Seeing that he had achieved an initial victory, he did not continue to attack, but let go of Palmer as if to play hard to get.
Palmer seemed to have crawled back to the shore from the water, his chest heaving and breathing awkwardly.
"Still like this, no progress?"
The beautiful man laughed and said, for a moment he looked like a handsome girl and a feminine man.
He has some similarities with Church. No one has ever figured out Church's true appearance, and few people can tell the gender of the beautiful man at first glance. He has a mysterious and cold temperament.
Seeing that Palmer didn't react at all, the handsome man didn't bother to deal with him anymore. Anyway, Palmer's vacation was quite long, and he would have plenty of time to torture Palmer afterwards.
Looking at Laika who was constantly interacting with Aimu, he coughed a few times. The clear voice echoed in the courtyard. The tall dog seemed to have been noticed by a predator for a moment, and his whole body froze in place.
"Oh? Don't you like this?"
Aimu noticed the change in the dog. Laika was like a child being scolded, with his head lowered. Aimu rubbed its head, but it didn't respond.
There was a clear snap of fingers from the side, and the handsome man moved his chair, his slender legs crossed together, with a smile on his face, but this smile could hardly warm anyone.
After waving, Laika walked over with his head lowered, and sat obediently in front of him, like a solid mountain of meat.
He interrogated and asked, "First of all, I asked you to come back, why didn't you come back?"
"babble……"
Waves of mournful cries rang out.
"Oh? You smell Palmer's scent. You're so happy that you forgot about it, right?"
The handsome man pinched his chin, looking thoughtful, "Okay, let's not pursue this matter."
Laika raised her head happily, stuck out her tongue and breathed, and then the beautiful man said again, "Did I ever say that you need to eat healthily?"
Gouzi's smile disappeared, why bother trying to accuse him!
Laika skillfully moved her bulky body, leaned furryly on the handsome man's body, and moved the chair a little.
It knows that beautiful men don't like licking him. This will make saliva everywhere and it will be difficult to clean up, so it lowers its head and rubs it hard to show friendship.
Suddenly, Laika felt that it was difficult to breathe. The beautiful man strangled Laika's neck with one hand and kept smiling.
"Don't pretend to be cute for me. Don't you know how old you are? You are no longer suitable for pretending to be cute at your age."
Laika wailed again and looked at Palmer with dark eyes. It was hard to imagine that a dog's eyes could reveal so many emotions.
The joy of the master's return, the fear caused by the current situation, and the desire to beg the master to save him...
"Don't you want to say something?"
The handsome man nudged Palmer with his elbow, "Lika is calling you for help."
Palmer turned his head away and pretended he didn't see it.
"Well!"
Seeing Palmer's appearance, Laika was so anxious that she almost lost her voice.
Fortunately, the beautiful man did not embarrass Laika too much. He was just trying to frighten the tiger. During the days when Palmer was not at home and the owner was away, he could only vent many necessary emotions on this unlucky dog.
Letting go of Laika, Laika ran to the corner dejectedly. Aimu didn't know what happened, but no matter how she greeted her, Laika wouldn't come over and put her head in the corner, as if she was thinking about it while facing the wall.
"So, Palmer, you..."
The beautiful man turned around and was about to inflict a new round of torture on Palmer, but found that Palmer beside him had disappeared.
Looking to the other side, Palmer tried hard to maintain a calm demeanor, but his brisk pace undoubtedly betrayed his mood.
Seeing the flustered look of his partner, Boluogo was slightly surprised. Even when he was called by Lebius to talk alone, Palmer had never looked like this.
"Bologo!"
Palmer directly intervened in the conversation between Burlogo and Vonn. He didn't even look at his father and said to Burlogo as if he was asking for help.
"Sure enough! I'm still not prepared! It's too bad!"
Boluogo was a little confused, "Ah? What are you talking about?"
Palmer suddenly grabbed Boluogo's hand and looked at him nervously, "How about we go back!"
"Go back? Where?" Fern said at this time, "This is your home."
Palmer was too lazy to pay attention to his bastard father. Seeing that Bologo didn't respond, Palmer directly touched Bologo's pocket.
Burlogo quickly took a step back to allow Palmer to attempt the robbery, "What do you want?"
"Key! Key to the Immortal Club!"
Palmer had already started talking nonsense, "I suddenly remembered that Sere and I made an appointment to play board games tonight!"
There was a scraping sound of the chair against the ground behind him, and Palmer knew without looking back that the handsome man moved the chair and stood up slowly.
"How about this, Boluogo, I'll take you for a walk? Fengyuan Highlands is quite big!"
Unconsciously, nervous sweat covered Palmer's face, as if he had taken an overdose of stimulants.
Fuen added fuel to the fire and said, "Son, your expression is a little bad."
"You... damn, Boluogo, I can still barely take you flying for a while. You have never experienced flying, right? It feels great!"
Palmer looked hysterical.
The hard floor struck the marble floor, and crisp footsteps could be heard. The other party approached unhurriedly, like a leisurely moving cat, or a predatory lion.
"Bologo!"
This time, Palmer just called out Burlogo's name. His voice contained a thousand words, and his eyes contained a composition of nearly a thousand words. He suddenly met Burlogo's gaze.
Bologna hesitated for a moment, then laughed.
Seeing Burlogo's expression, Palmer seemed to grasp at straws, "We are good brothers, right?"
"Of course, we are good brothers and good partners."
Burlogo nodded in agreement, took out a key from his pocket, and thrust it into Palmer's hand.
For a moment, Palmer was about to cry. This time he truly experienced the brilliance of humanity in Bologna.
Picking up the key, Palmer walked around Bologna, not even trying to pretend, and started running quickly.
Rushing to the door of the restaurant, Palmer inserted the key into the keyhole with trembling hands. When watching horror movies before, there were often plots like this. The protagonists used the key to open the door, but they couldn't insert the key into the keyhole for a long time.
At that time, Palmer mocked their hands for shaking like Parkinson's disease, but now Palmer's hands were shaking even more violently than theirs.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Palmer finally inserted the key into the keyhole, and his tense face relaxed, as if he had been holding back the urge to urinate all day, and finally arrived in front of the toilet door, revealing a sense of peace as if he was about to enter the kingdom of heaven.
Palmer decided that after returning to the Undead Club, he would give Sere a firm hug and, if necessary, be prepared to kiss Sere forcefully. He had never missed the Night Clan lord so much.
Turn the key, open the door, and the bright corridor comes into view.
Palmer took a deep breath, closed the door, and opened it again. There was no creeping darkness behind the door, but only a familiar and bright corridor.
He lowered his head and glanced at the key. It was the key to their home's security door.
"Bologo! You plotted against me!"
Palmer screamed.
There was no time to rebuke Burlogo for his damn behavior. Palmer raised his feet and prepared to flee the scene, but before he could take a step, a strong and cold hand grabbed the back of his neck, like lifting an animal cub.
Like this, he easily brought Palmer back.
The soles of the shoes made a harsh friction sound against the ground, indicating Palmer's last attempt at resistance.
"You've just come back and are ready to leave. Are you that busy at work?"
A familiar voice sounded behind him, and along with the warm breath on his neck, Palmer felt a bitter cold that extended from his spine to the meridians throughout his body.
The other party teased Palmer with great interest, "Ah? Why don't you say hello to me? Didn't we have a lot of fun on the phone?"
Palmer turned his head stiffly, tried his best to put a smile on his face, and then used all his strength.
"W-S-Lin-!"
The voice was full of fear and trembling.
Vosilin held down Palmer's head, kissed him on the cheek, and then imitated Palmer's tone of voice in response, with a playful tone in her tone.
