But even this degree alone was enough to arouse Mrs. Isabel. The inexplicable feeling made Mrs. Isabel feel a little excited and obsessed, as if a feather was tickling her heart, itchy, the kind of itch that makes people want to taste the sweetness of the marrow.

In just a few minutes, I was already in a mess...

Mrs. Isabel pursed her red lips. No emotion could be seen on her fair face, but her jade feet in low-heeled sandals had begun to struggle with all her might.

Her toes kept trying to curl up, but all she could do was slightly bend her toes. The comfortable feeling made her straighten her legs, and she couldn't help but put them together again...

Sweat had seeped through her delicate skin, covering it in a sticky layer.

Today's shop owner is particularly naughty and nasty...

Mrs. Isabel looked down at the food in her bowl, but her mind was wandering.

Little did he know that what happened to Droste this afternoon had really made him a little horny, and he couldn't do anything else with the little maid Nigrede, so he had to let the gentle and lovely Mrs. Isabel bear it all - I guess... Mrs. Isabel would also be willing...

Droste smiled slightly and withdrew his hand.

After the teasing, Droste and Phoenix played and fought for a while, and then finished the food on the table. After eating and drinking, Phoenix hurried upstairs without chatting with Droste for a few more words.

"Beep, beep."

Watching Phoenix running upstairs in a hurry, Droste felt a little strange. Phoenix, who used to chat with him downstairs for a while, seemed to be running upstairs in a hurry recently. He didn't know why she was in such a hurry today.

But he didn't think too much about it. Then he looked at the busy Mrs. Isabel, stood up and walked over, following Mrs. Isabel into the kitchen.

"How long will Mrs. Isabel be busy? Let me help you." Droste held a few bowls and looked at Mrs. Isabel with a smile on his face.

"Help Mrs. Isabel finish her work as quickly as possible and prepare for the next task."

As he spoke, Droste blinked.

"Well...it will only take a while." Mrs. Isabel bit the corner of her lip. She could no longer hold back her emotions as Droste behaved. Her body was like a dry desert, in urgent need of the nourishment of a river.

She also wanted to finish her work as quickly as possible, and then threw herself into Droste's arms.

"Okay, then I'll help Mrs. Isabel clean up first, and Mrs. Isabel will help me clean up later..." Droste started washing the dishes.

"Well... of course no problem..." Mrs. Isabel nodded.

"Ah, but I haven't even told you what to pack yet, has Mrs. Isabel understood?" Droste looked over with a smile. Because it was hot in the kitchen, there were a few strands of dark green hair on his forehead.

Drost, who looked a little weak, with a strong youthful air, stood in front of Mrs. Isabel in a not-so-refreshing manner, which added a bit of reality to his appearance.

Just like the sweetheart after exercise in youth, even a little bit of skin exposed when pinching the collar to wipe the sweat can make the heartbeat of the young girl faster.

"Well... then... how about giving the shop owner... a massage later?" Mrs. Isabel said slowly, with her eyes lowered. She looked a little shy and did not make any excuses.

The thoughts in my heart have been revealed frankly.

"Oh? If Mrs. Isabel is so proactive, then I will definitely accept it." Droste said with a smile, and his hands began to move busily.

"After hearing that, I suddenly feel very motivated."

"Well... don't say anymore, little shopkeeper..." Mrs. Isabel blushed and her heart beat fast. She wiped the table silently. When she thought about what would happen next, a trace of desire emerged in her heart.

... "Huh..." After finishing her work, Mrs. Isabel wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Droste, who was standing by, had just finished his work. Looking at the clean table and the clean dishes and chopsticks, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Looking at Mrs. Isabel who was wearing an apron, the dense beads of sweat on her forehead stuck to her light golden hair. She looked virtuous and charming.

Drost took two steps forward, hugged Mrs. Isabel's slender waist from behind, and said in a seductive voice: "Mrs. Isabel, do you want to take a bath together later? I see that Mrs. Isabel is sweating all over, it would be better for her to take a bath."

"I was sweating a lot when I was eating just now. I'm wet."

"It would be unreasonable not to wash one."

The words were like the devil's whispers, luring the innocent little lamb into being deceived.

"Hmm..." Droste hugged her tightly and asked softly in her ear, as if he would not give up until she gave an answer that satisfied Droste.

"Thump thump."

The beating of his heart in his chest made his whole body begin to feel hot. Mrs. Isabel opened her mouth slightly and breathed softly. Then she turned around and rubbed him, nodded imperceptibly, and made a soft "hmm" sound through her nose.

"Is this an agreement? Then...you go to the room first? I'll be there soon." Droste smiled narrowly and felt Mrs. Isabel in his arms gradually becoming hot, just like his heart.

"it is good……"

The two of them stayed downstairs for a while, and after some passionate contact, Droste let Mrs. Isabel go back.

Droste drank a large glass of cold water downstairs to calm his mood and his agitated soul, then returned to his room and took out some clothes from the closet.

I gently pushed open the closed door of Mrs. Isabel's room. The light was on in the bathroom, but there was no sound of water.

Droste looked around and found that the decorations in Mrs. Isabel's room looked very simple, with a simple and elegant beauty.

After a casual observation, Droste noticed that there was a strange paper box on the table. It was square and looked very much like the pizza box in his previous life.

However, this paper box is made entirely of kraft paper. There is nothing written on the box, and it has been opened. There is only a thin layer of white paper at the bottom of the box.

I don't know what it is used for.

Droste looked for a while, but found that the bathroom door was pushed open gently, and Mrs. Isabel's head appeared from inside.

The light golden hair accessories were piled up high and pinned behind Mrs. Isabel's head. The mist in the bathroom made the entire bathroom wall hazy and impenetrable.

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