Chapter 21: Droste is in high spirits collecting rent
"Isabelle, you are such a dirty spirit."

Even after entering her room and lying on her bed, Mrs. Isabel could not calm down.

She stroked her slightly hot face and buried her head in the quilt.

"Bah"

As she lay there, Mrs. Isabel couldn't help but pat the quilt casually with her hands.

Like the splash of a drowning man hitting the surface of the water.

After tossing and turning for a while, Isabel raised her head again, her expression was hazy, her peach blossom eyes were slightly moist, and she looked completely shy.

It's so annoying. Why can't I control myself when I'm in the shop owner's room?

Am I really that kind of bad woman?
"Well"

Isabel hummed softly from her throat and then lay down on the large bed.

A pretty face, a well-proportioned figure, and the spring scenery that was accidentally exposed in the bed, but unfortunately no one appreciates it now.

"Well……"

It's a bit uncomfortable.

Isabel thought of the light orange scent and the smell of Droste's bed, and her throat rolled for a moment, unable to control her emotions.

But if I go back to my room... well...

The nails on the white and jade-like fingers were trimmed very neatly, without any manicure.

Moving slowly, from Isabel's own cheek, throat, and neck, slowly moving.

……

After taking a shower, the wet and cold water flowed through Droste's body, and Droste's mind was no longer in a trance and calmed down.

He is still young and cannot experience such exciting things, otherwise his young mind will surely fall into the depths of evil, into the bottomless black abyss.

Or the pink abyss.

"Huh~"

Droste wiped his hair with a towel in one hand and walked to the chair in the room and sat down.

By the way, Mrs. Isabel hasn't met Phoenix yet.

One goes out early and comes back late, while the other stays in his room every day and is unwilling to go out.

It seemed that Isabel had never met Phoenix since he moved in.

Why don't you go and tell Mrs. Isabel?

Otherwise, it would be really awkward when the two of them meet.

Thinking of this, Droste decided to act immediately.

Crossing the corridor, the pale yellow wall lamp shone on Droste's face.

It reflected his yellowish color.

"Knock knock knock...Miss Isabel, are you there?"

Droste knocked on the door.

Although it is said that when you start, it must be a clown.

But Droste firmly believed that the gentle and considerate Mrs. Isabel would not let him down.

After waiting for a while, the door opened, and behind the door was Isabel's rosy cheeks.

The ears, which are the most characteristic of the elves, are also bright red.

The neck is like a burning cloud, alluring and beautiful.

Why is there something wrong with the atmosphere in Mrs. Isabel's room?

Droste thought to himself and spoke first.

"Miss Isabel, are you ready for bed?"

"Oh, no, I just lay down."

Isabel avoided looking at Droste, not daring to look into his eyes. She reached out and smoothed the messy hair on her forehead, adding a touch of beauty.

The terrible thing just now has not yet been completed, it feels so bad...

She tightened her legs to squeeze the gap between her legs more completely.

The shy face hides behind the door.

What happened to the shop owner?
What are you coming here for?

this late?

I'm here to collect the rent...

then what……

Droste spoke while imagining.

"Then...why don't you invite me in and have a seat? It's not very convenient to talk standing at the door."

"Ah, please...please come in, little shopkeeper."

Isabel was a little hesitant, but her heart began to beat violently.

Enter...into the room?
What does it mean?
Will it turn into that kind of scene? What should I do? Wouldn't that be too fast? This... this... Although I am already an elderly lady, I should be more straightforward and straightforward about this kind of thing...

but……

Wouldn't I be considered a casual woman? ...

Obviously the shop owner is still young and still a human being... this...

"What's wrong? Miss Isabel, isn't it convenient? In that case, I'll just stand."

Droste asked knowingly and took the initiative to follow Isabel's eyes.

But Isabel's eyes were fixed on her toes, and she had no intention of looking back.

The cute pointed ears have turned red, as if pink smoke is about to come out.

"How could this be... little shopkeeper, please come in... you're welcome..."

Mrs. Isabel stammered in a voice as low as a mosquito.

When Droster looked up again, Mrs. Isabel was trying to bury her head in her plump clothes like an ostrich.

She wanted to escape, but she felt limp and had no strength.

The boy in front of her had just finished a bath and was fragrant. The faint scent of a young boy on his body penetrated into her body, making her already moving body even more strange.

What if the shop owner messes up at that time...

I still owe rent...

But I don’t want to be just anybody…

But I am already a wife... I shouldn't suffer any loss...

Yeah...

"Yeah." Droste nodded slightly. Not wanting to tease the shy lady anymore, he opened the door and walked in.

Isabel turned aside and closed the door shyly.

As the door of the room closed gently, Isabel felt her heart begin to beat violently.

A very strange atmosphere suddenly spread throughout the room, as if to knock her down.

It was very quiet outside, almost no sound could be heard.

The room was filled with Mrs. Isabel's rich, milky scent.

Droste also exhaled lightly, which seemed very abrupt in this room.

"Miss Isabel."

Isabel also spoke at the same time, and when she heard Droste's voice, her body couldn't help but tremble.

"Shopkeeper...you...please sit down, over there..."

She twisted her legs and her fingers began to entwine nervously like a pretzel. She didn't dare to look up and stared at her toes on the ground.

Tighten the instep.

"Before I talk about things, I have a request. I wonder if Madam can help me with this?"

Droste's tone was brisk and his expression was bright.

But in this room, in this closed room.

The atmosphere was boiling violently, and both of them felt a little bit of excitement in their hearts, which was given by this sight, this room, and this place.

Under the pale yellow light, Mrs. Isabel's expression was obviously conflicted.

What should I do? What does the shop owner mean?
What does this mean?

Please help me...what can I do for you...

Aren't there traces of the shop owner in the room just now...

Looking up shyly, Isabel asked, "Little shopkeeper...what are you going to do to help?"

After saying that, he didn't dare to look at the other person's simple black pupils.

The shop owner's eyes were like black holes, sucking him in, and there was no way to escape.

She pressed her legs together, trying to suppress the slightly wet feeling. Her ten toes curled up nervously under her fair calves.

"Then I'll trouble you first, Miss Isabel. This time I want to talk to you about the new tenant. How about you come over and sit down?"

Drost said lightly, but instead of answering, he changed the subject and patted the side of the bed.

Instead of sitting on the chair, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

The thin boy sat down beside his bed and patted the mattress gently, his tone light with a hint of smile on his lips.

"How about you come sit over here?"

"Ha..." Isabel closed her peach blossom eyes with some confusion, and her eyes were already completely wet.

She opened them again, looked into Droste's pale golden eyes, and nodded.

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