I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

However, just a second or even half a second made Serabelle miss a white figure by a hair's breadth.

That was Curacao who had just returned from having lunch outside.

When she stepped onto the steps in front of the hotel's main entrance and entered the lobby on the first floor, she looked up and happened to see Serabelle getting on the elevator with the front desk receptionist.

Curacao couldn't help but tilt his head.

Is it him? Is he here to find me?

ding dong~

A moment later, the clear and pleasant sound of the elevator bell broke the silence in the top-floor suite.

Coming here again after a night, Serabelle saw a blonde thousand-faced witch sitting on the sofa in the living room with her back to her as soon as she got out of the elevator.

As for the receptionist in the elevator behind him, she bowed slightly and immediately closed the elevator door and went downstairs.

Never stay for even a second longer to occupy the residents' private time. This is called professionalism.

Suddenly there were only two people left in the spacious space, and Serabelle walked up to the sofa.

Perhaps because she didn't have to go out, Vermouth was dressed quite casually today. She was wearing a loose-fitting bathrobe provided by the hotel.

So much so that Serabelle could see the deep valley and the glass of red wine in her hand just by lowering her head, which shone with a warm gem-like luster under the light.

"You're drinking and you asked me to bring you coffee. Are you sure you want to drink it?"

Serabelle couldn't help but complain.

Upon hearing this, Vermouth raised her face and the corners of her lips curved into a captivating arc.

"Of course, why not drink, but I am a little surprised that you asked this question."

"is it?"

Serabelle put down her coffee and sat down on the sofa.

Vermouth chuckled and moved closer, gently lifting the boy's chin with her fingertips and exhaling a breath with a faint aroma of alcohol.

"Generally speaking, when women make this kind of request, it means they are trying to save their own situation. I thought you would understand this."

"Well, but people like you probably usually use another method, hehe~"

Holding the wine glass steadily in her hand, Vermouth stood up and straddled Serabel's legs. She raised the glass to take a sip and then lowered her head to kiss her until all the wine was gone.

After doing all this, the Thousand-Faced Witch straightened up, placed her hands on both sides of the boy's shoulders condescendingly, licked his wet lips with the tip of her tongue, and a poisonous smile appeared at the corners of her lips.

"Why, don't you intend to let me feel your 'apology'?"

……

At the same time, Curacao returned to his room but did not see Serabelle as expected.

She searched the entire floor but couldn't find it. Confused, she couldn't help but recall the scene she saw in the lobby downstairs.

Serabelle was taken upstairs by the front desk receptionist.

In other words... she wasn't going to an ordinary floor here, but a premium floor that required a special room card or someone with a staff member to go to?

Who will you go to see?

Chapter 657 Vermouth Confession Time

In the penthouse suite, the fight in the living room has come to an end.

On the sofa, Vermouth slowly stood up with one hand on the boy's chest, turned her soft waist and took the remaining half glass of red wine from the coffee table behind her.

She took a sip herself, then poured the rest toward Serabelle's lips.

Hey……

Serabell opened her mouth in time to catch most of it, but a small part still overflowed from the corners of her mouth, flowed along her chin, across her neck, dripped onto her collarbone and chest, and seeped into the fingers and palms of Vermouth.

The Thousand-Faced Witch had no intention of wiping it off, and just started writing and drawing on the boy's chest with the red wine.

"……What are you doing."

Serabelle reached out and patted the plump and elastic fulcrum.

"Nothing, just thought it was fun."

Without even raising her head, Vermouth concentrated on following the route in her mind before she smiled softly.

"How about it, can you guess what I wrote?"

"do not know."

Serabelle is brutally honest.

It's not that he is hiding his incompetence, but he really can't do it. Human touch is not as sharp as imagined. Even if you use your fingers to draw a simple two-digit number on a larger area of ​​the back, it may eventually become another completely unrecognizable number after passing through a whole column from back to front.

Not to mention writing on such a small space like the chest.

Vermouth snorted, deliberately lowered her head and exhaled a breath with a faint aroma of alcohol, then whispered in his ear.

"Actually, what I wrote was, who did you meet last night?"

“…So why are we back to this issue again?”

Serabelle didn't expect that she was still struggling with this issue.

"And yesterday you asked me if I had any other plans in your text message, but now you're asking me who I'm meeting. What app did you use to monitor my whereabouts?"

"Hmm~"

Vermouth did not deny it and openly admitted her actions.

"It's 2-chome-no. 12, Beika-cho. If I remember correctly, the villa shouldn't have been sold yet, and it doesn't look like anyone lives there, so I'm curious who you're going to meet there?"

"..."

"Go ahead, don't worry, this is just a personal matter of mine, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the organization. I will keep it a secret for you."

"are you serious?"

There was a glimmer of suspicion in Serabelle's eyes.

"I thought that with your style, you would threaten me by saying 'If I don't answer, we will send someone from the organization to investigate' and force me to tell the truth."

"Ok?"

Vermouth raised her eyebrows and was slightly stunned when she heard the words, then she waved her hand jokingly and laughed.

"Hahaha~ You're kidding. I won't do that. If I did that, you would definitely grab my neck and press me on the sofa the next second. You might even kill me right here, just like Rum."

indeed.

Serabelle agreed with this statement in her heart.

Although he is not a family man and has no interest in American muscle cars from the last century, there is no difference between them when it comes to treating the people close to him.

As long as someone dares to threaten him with the people around him, Serabelle will kill the other person completely even if it means they both die together.

"That's something only stupid women would do~"

Vermouth gently shook her index finger, and the smile on her lips became more charming.

"I know that if I say that, not only will you kill me, but I might even lose you forever, so I will never say that."

"Why does it seem that the latter is more serious in your eyes?"

Serabelle tasted it and felt that something was not right.

"Don't you think so?"

Vermouth leaned over to close the distance, pinched the boy's chin and lifted it slightly, forcing him to look at her.

"I've even given you the body I've kept for most of my life. Do you think other people would be treated this way?"

"..."

Serabelle continued to remain silent.

Vermouth has always given him the feeling of being like the Fool in the Tarot card, or Hanabi in Bengtetsu, with thousands of faces. It is hard to tell which of her expressions is real, or which of her words is credible.

The more you worry about it, the more confused you become.

So at times like this he usually just gives up thinking.

"Well, if you say so then so be it."

"...?"

Serabelle's answer made the Thousand-Faced Witch slowly type a question mark.

This was a situation she had never encountered before.

Vermouth has always been a mystic, and even her companions in the organization are disgusted by her mysticism.

For example, people who drink vodka will directly fall into confusion about who they are and where they are, but they still remain skeptical.

Things like Gin's... Actually, this guy is also a fool, but he is good at talking tough. When he can't figure out something for the time being, he will just snort to cover it up and pretend not to care about it, and then he will slowly figure it out when he has time.

Of course, whether or not a result can be reached in the end is another matter.

Therefore, the above two types of people are quite easy to understand for Vermouth.

But only when Serabelle laid her cards on the table directly did Vermouth, the Thousand-Faced Witch who was always playing with other people's hearts, feel suspicious.

Is what he said about believing in himself true or false?

"What's wrong? Do you have any questions?"

The voice of Serabelle that sounded from bottom to top interrupted Vermouth's thoughts.

Vermouth's body shook slightly and she came back to her senses, suddenly realizing that she had been distracted just now.

"No...nothing. So you were serious about trusting me?"

"Of course, but only once."

Serabelle raised her index finger and repeated it.

"You can only trust something once."

In other words, once trust is broken, it can never be repaired.

Serabelle said word by word: "But before that, whatever you say is what it is."

"Gu..."

Looking down at the young man below, Vermouth swallowed a little unconsciously with her eyes becoming increasingly dazed.

However, this flaw only appeared for a moment and was well covered up by her. The corners of her mouth were raised again to the enchanting curve unique to the terrifying Thousand-Faced Witch.

Vermouth bit her lower lip unconsciously, and couldn't stop thinking.

That's why you make me so obsessed...

Thinking of this, she could no longer hold back and bent down to kiss him.

Serabelle took advantage of the situation and rolled over, and the second round of the battle on the sofa began.

At the same time, Curacao, who was pretending to be a hotel staff downstairs, looked down at the employee floor authority card he had finally obtained in his hand, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Okay, now it’s time to see who Serabelle is going to meet.

Chapter 658 Sister Bei: What a sinful man

It was not until dusk that Vermouth, who had completely lost her arrogance, was "worn" by Serabell and carried into the bathroom.

Since this was not her first time here, Serabelle was already quite familiar with all the operations in the bathroom.

Open the gate to release water and scatter flower petals.

After a while, mist began to float on the surface of the bathtub.

In the bathtub, Serabelle held Vermouth and sat on the circular steps. The hot water covered their chests, and they were facing each other in a very intimate manner.

Serabelle gently patted the lower back of the Thousand-Faced Witch, who was sitting cross-legged around her waist.

"Hey, it's almost time for you to get off. Didn't you just say that you felt uncomfortable because of the stickiness all over your body? How can I give you a bath if you're like this?"

"Hmm~"