Chapter 43, You’re annoying!

Mrs. Isabel was washing the dishes and had kicked Droste out.

"You go out, little shopkeeper, I'll do it."

Drost approached Mrs. Isabel and blew gently into her ear: "What? Miss Isabel doesn't welcome me?"

"Um... no, no."

Although the wind was not very close to her ears, the wet and hot breath was like a piece of flint falling into the water, and in an instant Mrs. Isabel could not help but clamp her legs together.

Mrs. Isabel felt as if she couldn't stand steadily for a moment, and her legs almost collapsed.

This kind of excitement was too exaggerated for her.

With moist eyes, she turned around and pouted, saying, "How could that be...? But, but Phoenix will see it..."

When Droste heard this, he looked back and really found that the idiot Phoenix turned his head over from time to time on the sofa to look at him.

The furry ears on his head were shaking, giving a feeling of "I'm really not looking, this is definitely not me".

This little girl disturbed my enjoyment of the tenderness of the gentle and considerate Mrs. Isabel.

Droste raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

"Then Miss Isabel, I'll come to you later to give me a massage?"

As he spoke, Droste moved sideways to block his hand and gently patted Mrs. Isabel's thigh.

The skin is smooth and elastic, like a piece of tender tofu.

"Um……"

Isabel nodded slightly, and her heart, which had just calmed down a little, began to become restless again.

"And my souvenir..."

After getting the response, Droste did not leave. He rubbed it gently and asked with a smile.

"Hmm... I'm also ready..."

When it comes to this topic, Isabel opened her lips slightly and uttered a few words softly.

The sticky sound seemed to be pulled into silk thread.

"Okay then. I'm looking forward to it..."

Droste reluctantly moved his hand away, then turned and left.

"Hmm..." Isabel's body trembled.

The warm palm left Isabel's plump thigh, taking away a trace of heat and making Isabel's heart pound.

Thinking of what Droste had just said, Isabelle's eyelashes trembled and she brought her legs together.

While she was washing the dishes, her mind was completely wandering somewhere else.

As a souvenir...Isabelle's instep was slightly tense, and her toes gripped the sole of her shoe tightly.

The blush on her face was also more obvious.

How will the shop owner open the gift later...? I don't know if he likes this gift.

Although it is a beautiful decoration, you should put more effort into your legs.

Although she felt that her thighs were thick and fleshy, the shop owner also said that her legs looked good.

Isabel was a little confused.

But after searching for a long time, Isabel felt that this set might also meet Droste's requirements.

After all, the dessert shop was not open yet and I couldn’t buy anything expensive.

Only when my work gets better, then... maybe I can buy a lot of different outfits from the shop owner.

Mrs. Isabel's mind was filled with loose and soft bathrobes, or simple and light swimsuits, snuggling up to Droste...

Then my heart trembled again.

Isabel, you think too much. It depends on whether the shop owner likes it or not...

After all, I have to repay the favor...

Concentrate on washing the dishes. Mrs. Isabel thought so, gathered her light golden hair by her ears, and began to focus on the dishes in front of her.

But the blush around the ears, which hasn't gone away for a long time, might be a sign of something.

……

On the other side, Droste walked to the large sofa where Phoenix was curled up reading a comic book.

Even in a different world, would there be enough leisure time to create various entertainment activities?

As a novelist who traveled through time, Droste thought for a second.

So can I also create some works myself?

Droste had been staying at home before, and had never thought about this aspect.

After all, why should he write when he already owns several properties?
Only those poor and pedantic people would write something flowery.

Thinking of this, Droste stopped. Although his eyes were looking at Phoenix who was holding the comic book, he didn't know what was in his mind.

Phoenix came out of the world of comics, and when she looked up, she saw her evil landlord Droste, staring at her.

His eyes are bright and his gaze is clear.

Phoenix seemed to be able to see herself in it.

What is this... evil demon doing? Why is he staring at me?

Although Phoenix was a little confused about this kind of relationship between men and women, Droste's innocent and clear eyes made Phoenix blush.

She put down the comic book in her hand, put one hand on her waist, and her pretty face blushed slightly.

The furry ears twitched.

She said coquettishly: "Hey, evil demon, what are you looking at?"

Droste's pupils suddenly focused, shifting from the comic book to the girl.

The cat girl was still wearing a black trench coat, and Droste had reason to suspect that her wardrobe was filled with only black trench coats.

Under the black windbreaker, he wore a white loose short-sleeved shirt and black sweatpants.

There was a big foreign word "can can need" printed on the T-shirt.

The shorts were completely black, just covering the knees, revealing two white and tender calves as white as lotus roots.

Delicate and tender skin.

A pair of sneakers and white socks make her look like a sporty girl.

"Talking duck, evil demon, still watching." Phoenix stood up from the sofa, bent slightly and waved forward.

No spring, no leakage.

There was nothing to be seen on the flat airport. Phoenix could even see her own feet when she stood up.

Droste's eyes were still on the foreign words on the T-shirt, and a few black lines appeared on his forehead.

No, what kind of manufacturer is this? They print all kinds of foreign words on it. It’s so unscrupulous.

Is it really okay for an innocent girl to wear this kind of T-shirt?
Is it really possible?

Is there any Wangfa? Is there any law?
He didn't notice the girl in front of him standing up, and he also forgot about the strange curse.

After Phoenix stood up, her body unexpectedly and unsurprisingly fell forward.

It’s over, the desire to take advantage of someone has been triggered again.

Phoenix's eyes were wide and her tone was sad.

What the hell, again?

Droste was a man of great breadth and breadth, and with a global vision, he hadn’t noticed at all.

When Phoenix had already pounced on Droste, Droste came to his senses and shouted in grief:

"My sternum hurts so much!"

(End of this chapter)