Infinite: From the Resident Evil

"Do you feel anything?"

"It's okay, just a little itchy."

Joan of Arc found that she was not actually resistant and what she said was the truth. She was indeed a little itchy, but she didn't know whether it was a physical itch or an itch caused by heartbeat. She hadn't been in love for hundreds of years and couldn't tell the difference at all.

Moreover, she did not notice that the position where Shen Ye's hands were pressing was a bit dangerous. Although it was indeed on her waist, if it was a little lower, he would be able to touch her peach-like buttocks.

After that, there was a long silence. The only sound in the ears of the two was the sound of the motorcycle engine. However, both of them were in a uneasy mood. One was trying to figure out his inner thoughts, while the other was enjoying the witch's amazingly elastic waist.

Soon after, the motorcycle stopped in front of a bar.

Of course, this tavern could not be the one opened by Rodin, the important male supporting character in the game. It is just a beer hall that is very common in Europe.

Joan of Arc should be a frequent visitor here. After entering the door, she greeted the waitress who greeted them, and then took Shen Ye to find a seat to sit down.

Jeanne signaled the waitress to wait for a moment, then asked Shen Ye who was sitting opposite: "What flavor of beer do you like?"

Shen Ye was looking around the pub at this time and found that there were many guests drinking and playing cards. It was very similar to the situation in the Yellow Flag Bar in Roanapura before. The only difference was that there were no guns on the tables of these people except cards and wine.

Hearing Jeanne's question, Shen Ye shook his head: "I don't know much about beer, just go with it."

When he was in China, he would occasionally go out for midnight snacks with colleagues or friends, and of course order beer. However, the industrial beers he drank for midnight snacks basically all tasted the same. After a while, it was just like drinking water.

"In that case, let's have two glasses of Bock first."

Joan of Arc snapped her fingers at the waitress beside her, then took off the red-framed glasses that had been on her forehead and placed them on the table.

Seeing that Joan of Arc only ordered two glasses of beer, Shen Ye became speechless. It was obvious that she just wanted to drink it all!

Shen Ye didn't have much interest in alcohol before, but after drinking more often, he slowly started to like it. Even when he was at home, Tifa would mix cocktails for him every day. But no matter how he drank, where he drank, or what kind of wine he drank, he was not used to drinking it straight. He had to have some snacks to go with it, even if the wine was mixed by Tifa.

So Shen Ye immediately said: "Why don't we order something else? For example... we can order some side dishes."

"This is a beer hall, not a restaurant. Have you ever seen anyone drinking and ordering food in a bar?" Joan of Arc asked.

Shen Ye really wanted to say that we can order dishes in bars in our country, and some can even order hot pot. What's more, this place is a beer hall, and he also saw that the table next to him ordered a sausage, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it.

At this time, the waitress in the beer hall brought two large glasses of brown-red beer.

When Shen Ye saw the color of the beer, his heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't know much about beer, he had heard that the darker the color of the beer, the less complete the fermentation and the higher the alcohol content. However, he didn't know whether it was true or not.

After watching the silver-haired witch drink half a glass of beer in one breath with an elegant posture, Shen Ye also picked up the beer glass and took a sip, then frowned.

It's a bit bitter and has a high alcohol content, so this thing is definitely a strong beer.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand why Joan of Arc didn't order some snacks. Judging from the situation, did the silver-haired witch want to get him drunk?

But I don't get drunk that easily, especially just with beer, even strong beer, he thought.

But he still didn't like this kind of beer with a strong bitter taste. After drinking half a cup with gritted teeth, he finally understood why industrial beer was so popular in China. The refreshing taste was better than anything else.

Seeing that Shen Ye's frown had not calmed down for a long time, Joan of Arc could tell at a glance that he didn't like the taste of this beer. She shook her head slightly, made a compromise, and then snapped her fingers to call the waitress.

"One sausage, and give him a pilsner."

As she spoke, the silver-haired witch picked up Shen Ye's half-finished glass of beer and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing Shen Ye's astonished eyes, the silver-haired witch wiped the foam from her lips with her fingers. Her face was hot, but she said calmly: "Thrift is a virtue. The bread used to make this drink sold for 500,000 marks a portion here seventy years ago."

In fact, she just wanted to test her bottom line in terms of her acceptance of the man in front of her.

But now it seems that it can be even lower?

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Chapter 493! Winners and Losers

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The second glass of beer that Joan of Arc ordered for Shen Ye was quickly delivered. It was a lighter beer with a strong malt aroma.

But Shen Ye just stared at the beer and had no intention of taking any action.

Looking at Shen Ye who had not moved for a long time, Zhendace supported her delicate chin with her left hand, circled her beer glass with her right hand fingers, and said in a light tone: "Try it, if you still don't like it, I can continue to help."

Joan of Arc said so, Shen Ye had no choice but to pick up the wine glass reluctantly and took a sip. Then, he let out a long sigh. Although it was still a little bitter, it tasted surprisingly good.

Gently putting down the wine glass, Shen Ye looked at the silver-haired witch opposite him: "Ms. Jeanne, it seems that you can only drink your own."

Do you think I really want to drink the wine you drank?

Joan of Arc glanced at Shen Ye, and then thought to herself, well, actually, it feels really good to be shy after being so bold.

This was a feeling she had never experienced in hundreds of years.

Thinking this in her heart, Joan of Arc suddenly smiled, but she quickly restrained the smile on her face. However, the smile in her eyes did not fade away, and her mind began to become active.

Witches have never been a race that likes to be passive.

Shen Ye looked at Joan of Arc, who suddenly smiled and then returned to normal. He felt a little strange. Although he often dealt with women, he didn't really understand women's hearts. What's more, the woman in front of him was a witch with a changeable personality.

Just when Shen Ye was wondering what the silver-haired witch was thinking, he suddenly saw Joan of Arc pull out her collar, which was almost at her chin, as if she was looking for something.

When Shen Ye was wondering, Joan of Arc found the zipper hidden behind the collar. Then, she saw Joan of Arc slowly unzipping the zipper until it reached her chest and stopped.

The witches all have excellent figures. After the zipper is unzipped, the opening is stretched into a V shape by the majestic breasts bound inside. Shen Ye can even see the black lace bra wrapped around the snow-white balls.

Shen Ye swallowed silently. Of course, this was a normal physiological reaction. Just when he was about to ask her why she did this, Joan of Arc suddenly raised her glass to him and made a toast.

Shen Ye was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his glass and clinked it with hers from a distance. Then he realized that Joan of Arc's drinking posture this time was nothing like her previous elegance, and he raised his head and drank the beer in a very heroic manner.

This action caused some beer to overflow from the corner of her mouth, then slide down her delicate swan-like neck, and then, after a high and amazing arc, fall into the bottomless abyss.

Honestly, it was a very tempting scene, at least that's what Shen Ye thought. Especially when he saw the large area of ​​snow-white skin on Joan of Arc's chest seemed to be glowing after being stained by water droplets, he found that he couldn't take his eyes away.

Then, Shen Ye thought sadly: "My iron-like willpower seems to have weakened again!"

But even though he was thinking this in his heart, he still stared at her intently, because he felt that the silver-haired witch was deliberately letting him watch her, and it would be too fake if she continued to pretend to be a gentleman.

Fortunately, it was not yet time to get off work, and there were not many customers in the pub. Moreover, the two of them were sitting in the corner of the pub, with a pillar as a cover, so only he saw this tempting scene.

At this time, after putting down the wine glass, Joan of Arc placed her fingers on her chest and slid them upwards along the water marks that had not yet evaporated due to the gradually rising body temperature. Finally, she put her fingers covered with beer liquid into her mouth, sucking them while looking at Shen Ye with a smile.

Seeing this action, Shen Ye took a breath and his heart seemed to beat slower. It was hard for him to imagine that after having so many women, he could still be tempted by the charm of women, but now he was indeed attracted.

Feeling that if he continued watching, he would be manipulated by the witch in front of him, Shen Ye looked away with difficulty, then took a sip of beer, ready to let the cold liquid cool his restless body.

However, alcohol is, at certain times, meant to be a source of entertainment. After taking a big gulp of it, even if it was beer, Shen Ye no longer calmed down, but instead became even more confused.

"Hey, can you get me a glass of ice water?" After taking a deep breath, Shen Ye asked the silver-haired witch in front of him, whose smile deepened and eyes were full of teasing.

Joan of Arc smiled and shook her head: "We are here to drink."

"But you don't look like you're here to drink." Shen Ye said dissatisfiedly, then snapped his fingers like Joan of Arc, preparing to order a glass of ice water for himself.

The tavern waitress came over quickly, but before Shen Ye could speak, Joan of Arc gave her a look and asked her to leave again.

Of course, this was not a result of telepathy between the two of them, but rather the silver-haired witch using the power of the devil.

Then Joan of Arc emphasized again: "We are here to drink, and you promised to buy me a drink, do you want to break your promise?"

When she spoke of the latter part, a look of contempt appeared in Joan of Arc's eyes.

"Mainly because I'm afraid you'll suffer a loss." Shen Ye immediately changed his words. He had to take the initiative.

"I think you are afraid of being at a disadvantage?" The witch's eyes were very aggressive, and as if to help, she even leaned forward a little, making her movements a little aggressive.

At this moment, Shen Ye didn't know where to put his eyes, but Joan of Arc's words made him a little unhappy. What did it mean to be afraid of being at a disadvantage? When a man and a woman are alone together, it is hard to say who will suffer the disadvantage in the end.

So, Shen Ye's eyes did not dodge or avoid, but just stared straight at Joan of Arc's chest, which was exposed because she leaned forward.

Under Shen Ye's scorching gaze, the extroverted silver-haired witch could no longer bear it. The emotion of shyness kept eroding her brain, making her heart itchy and causing her body temperature to rise exponentially. Her exposed snow-white skin gradually turned red.

She felt that she seemed to have fallen in love with this feeling that made her shy, of course, only in front of the man in front of her.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but it passed very quickly. However, neither of them gave in and they just stared at each other.

At this time, Shen Ye saw a few guests walking towards them from the corner of his eye, so he had to surrender first and said, "Sit down, someone is coming."

The silver-haired witch could certainly sense it, but after hearing Shen Ye's reminder, she smiled a victorious smile, then pulled the zipper of her clothes up a little, covering up the black and white spring color.

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(It was so scary. It took a long time to pass the review. I read it over and over again, fearing that I had overwritten it.)

Chapter 494! Venting

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The wine was still being drunk, but no one knew how many glasses had been served. Neither Shen Ye nor Jeanne counted. They only knew that the tables around them had been turned over several times.

However, although they drank a lot of alcohol, neither of them was drunk at all. Just kidding, one is a person whose physical fitness is considered superhuman even without starting a career, and the other is a witch who has lived for hundreds of years. If they can get drunk after drinking some beer, then aren’t they better than some ordinary people who have a good alcohol tolerance?

"One last sip. After that we should go home. It's getting late." Shen Ye looked at the beer glass in front of him, which still had a sip of beer in it. To be honest, he hated drinking beer. Not only did it make him bloated, but he also had to go to the toilet frequently. From the beginning until now, he didn't know how many times he had been to the toilet. He felt that he had spent half of the night in the toilet.

Then he secretly glanced at Joan of Arc's belly, which was still as flat as before. He thought with some regret, I don't know if this woman has strong endurance or what, she didn't even go to the toilet. Could it be that the saying that women are made of water is true, so the beer has become one with her?

The silver-haired witch didn't notice Shen Ye's gaze. Although she wasn't drunk, she was also in a state of tipsiness. Her rosy face made her look dazzling. She supported her chin with one hand and raised the cup with the other hand, shaking the remaining liquid in it. She looked at Shen Ye with silver-gray eyes and said, "Go home? You just came to this city, which home are you going back to?"

"That's why I said it's getting late. If we keep drinking, I'm afraid we won't even be able to find a hotel." Shen Ye imitated Joan of Arc and propped up his chin, but his other hand was tapping the table gently, making a rhythmic sound.

"By the way, Miss Joan of Arc, didn't you say that you would help me find a place to live?" Shen Ye said again.

"Really? Ah, it seems like that's the case." Jeanne made an expression as if she had just remembered something, and then said: "But at this time, the landlady should have gone to bed. If you want to rent the room, you have to wait until tomorrow."

"It's okay. I can find a hotel tonight to stay in." Shen Ye said indifferently: "It's just a matter of going out and taking a taxi."

"Why waste money?" Jeanne suddenly said with a smile: "I have an extra room at home. You can stay at my house tonight. We can rent together, no, live together. How about it? Are you tempted?"

The witch's invitation caught Shen Ye off guard, but he had to admit that he was indeed moved, because the other party's words were so ambiguous, and she directly used the word "living together".

However, although he was moved, Shen Ye said stubbornly: "You are really targeting me."

Joan of Arc continued to smile and said, "From the first moment I saw you, I had my eyes on you."

It is difficult for a witch to fall in love with humans, but once she does, she will launch the most violent attack.

Shen Ye continued stubbornly: "I'm a little scared when I hear what you said. I have to think about it carefully."

"It's okay. We can sleep in separate rooms until you think it over."