Chapter nine(2/2)
When she was depressed, the officer clenched her fists, looked straight, was very stubborn and silent. Sometimes she would squat under the table, sometimes behind the door. The most peculiar time was when she came home and was in a water tank.
Find him there.
But no matter at what time, the officer refused to say his name, which made her very annoyed-it seemed that her original idea of earning a few more silver coins could not be realized.
"If you don't tell me your name, I will sell you!" She put her hands on her hips and shouted loudly: "Even if it only costs one copper plate, I will sell you!"
As a result, when she got up the next day, there was a pile of firewood piled at the door, which was worth far more than a copper plate.
She had no other choice but to admit defeat.
"There is too much firewood and we can't sell it." She turned around and shouted to the officer who was pretending to sleep: "You'd better just stay here!"
So when I went home at night, there were several small beasts at the door.
She feels that life is much more interesting with such a person as her companion.
Half a month later, the officer still refused to tell her name, so she threatened to sell him for two copper coins. Immediately, the hunted beasts grew in size. She could only look at these prey and smile bitterly...
...As a prostitute, she can only sell her body. If she sells prey, she will be caught doing hard labor.
But at least, two people had meat to eat.
But once he eats meat, in addition to his innocence and depression, the officer has another mental state - rage. The officer will roar into the forest to vent his anger at any time - three to five times a day.
his emotions.
She once followed her to see where the officer passed by. The trees were swaying here and there, and the bodies of the big beasts that had no time to escape were all lying on the ground. The officer himself stood in a destroyed forest, with a look of confusion and helplessness on his face.
She laughed, then took the officer who ended the rampage home.
At night, she often couldn't fall asleep. She looked at the officer on the other bed and thought about many things.
What a strong man. If he recovers, he will thank himself very much! But when she thinks that he may recover, she feels a little disappointed. She understands that any officer who regains his arrogance after regaining his senses cannot treat him with dignity.
Even if I feel grateful, I can’t stay with myself anymore…
It's great like this now. They can sit and eat together, looking at each other face to face. She can look directly at, glare at, or even ignore this heroic officer's face. They can talk, and she can also twist his ears,
He yelled...and the officer! Sometimes he would look at her with confused eyes, or at most he would just lower his head and not look at her...
Every day, many men would lie on her body, drop a few coins, and leave without looking back. She had only known the feeling of being owned, not the feeling of being owned.
But now, she has a healthy man, a heroic man, a man who calls her "sister" from time to time. With him by his side, sometimes innocent, sometimes stubborn, life is really no longer what it used to be.
Depressed. She never knew that it felt so good to have it.
She was grateful to the Dark Lord for giving her such a gift.
If possible, she hoped that the officer would never recover, as long as she looked at him, she would feel very comfortable in her heart.
Another night, she made up her mind to keep him.
But a woman who has almost nothing has few ways to keep a man, and she has no more choices.
When she came to his bed, she exposed herself. She knew that she was not beautiful, her figure was not good, and her body still had scars left by others, but she still wanted to work hard.
Looking at the man lying on her side on the bed, she felt a little feverish on her face. For so many years, she had been smiling with tears and forcing herself to be happy, and all the joys, sorrows and joys of normal people had almost become a luxury for her.
For the first time, she tasted what it was like to blush for a man. A little sweet, a little shy, a little timid, and a little expectant.
A gentle flame seemed to be lit in her heart, and her soul jumped like a deer and danced like feathers. Her trembling hands lightly covered her chest, as if protecting a pure and unblemished treasure. She wanted to run away immediately, but was caught again.
Unable to move due to the invisible chains, she bit her lip and finally lay down beside him tremblingly.
I wanted to shake him awake, but found that he was not asleep. There was still that heartbreaking look in his eyes, the look that intertwined regret and sadness.
"Why don't you cry?" She gently stroked his face.
"Cry?" His eyes trembled slightly: "I can't cry."
She had seen too many beast-like eyes filled with primitive desires, and too many contemptuous looks. At this moment, her heart was deeply shocked by the officer's eyes, and she couldn't help but hug him with both hands.
With a touch of sensuality and selfishness.
Except for pain, she couldn't understand his eyes; except for pity, she couldn't enter his world... But it seemed that there were many things that didn't need words to explain.
Chapter completed!