I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

The Thousand-Faced Witch remained unmoved by what she said and continued to ask questions.

"Tell me, where did you go?"

"Shenhai Island is the island that was previously very popular on the Internet for diving and treasure hunting. It is said that the treasures of Anne Bonny and Mary Reed are buried in the surrounding waters."

"Haha~"

Vermouth raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It sounds like a place Yukiko would be interested in. Did you go there together?"

"Ah."

Serabell nodded and thought that they were indeed fellow sisters, as she understood her sister's thoughts clearly.

"Did you find the treasure in the end?"

"No, we didn't look for it, but there was another treasure hunter over there, and he got half of his kidney bitten off by a shark in the sea."

"Hehehe~"

When she heard that someone had half of his kidney bitten off, Vermouth was not frightened at all but laughed happily.

"Well, treasure hunters are a bunch of desperate people who always say that life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God. Something like this is in line with their own psychological expectations... By the way, what do you think?"

"How do you say what?"

Serabelle didn't understand at first.

Vermouth tilted her head and gently poked the boy's cheek with her index finger painted with purple nail polish.

"Of course it was you and Yukiko. I remember that island wasn't very big, and there wasn't any serious tourism industry on it. It was just a small island that became popular for a short time because of a temporary gimmick. Since you and Yukiko didn't go treasure hunting, there wasn't much to do in these few days. You didn't spend most of your time in the hotel, did you?"

"How is that possible..."

Serabelle grabbed the Thousand-Faced Witch's fingers.

"Although Sister Yukiko and I went, we weren't the only ones there."

"Hmm~I see."

Vermouth pouted, but it wasn't a coquettish look, it was more like she was gathering strength before making a big move.

She blew gently on Serabelle's earlobe again.

"So, why don't you ask me to go with you?"

"You?" Serabelle squinted. "Everyone else knows each other and it's legitimate. If you want to go, what identity do you plan to go with?"

"Of course, as Yukiko's senior sister!"

Vermouth took it as a matter of course.

"We both studied under the magician Kuroba Toichi back then, so we are absolutely fair and open fellow apprentices and sisters... Moreover, if I go too, I can pretend to be Yukiko if you want. Then you can enjoy two Yukikos at the same time. Don't you want that?"

Emmmm~

Serabelle imagined the scene a little bit, and it seemed quite great.

"Are you hesitating? Hesitation means you want it."

Vermouth stopped pretending to be cute and smiled.

"But unfortunately it's too late. There's no chance anymore. It's your fault for not asking me to come along."

Then she changed the subject.

"Well, even though the opportunity is gone, the compensation should still be given."

Hey~

Before Serabelle could ask about compensation, a crisp reminder sounded in the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and Vermouth pushed Serabel out of the elevator and into the living room of the penthouse suite that he was very familiar with. She pushed him onto the sofa and then sat on it.

Under the glazed crystal chandelier hanging from the dome of the luxurious living room, the Thousand-Faced Witch looked down at him like Her Majesty the Queen, raised her face slightly and unbuttoned her clothes. Her beautiful posture and face were reflected in the pupils of the boy under her, and she slowly licked the corner of her lips.

"I won't let you go tonight unless I make my hands and feet weak, okay?"

"..."

So this is the compensation.

Serabelle thought.

There's nothing much to say, just do it.

Three hours passed in a flash, and when the noise in the suite returned to calm, the originally clean and tidy living room was already a mess.

Not to mention the smell in the air and the clothes scattered on the ground, the sweet-smelling wine was flowing in small puddles on the sofa, and the coffee table was sprayed with various unknown liquids.

Such a scene is frightening just by looking at it. It is hard to imagine how fierce the battle was before this.

The two culprits who caused all this have now moved to another location.

In the suite bathroom, the air is filled with mist, and red rose petals soaked in essential oils are scattered and floating on the surface of sleep.

Serabelle held the completely limp Vermouth by the bathtub, her arms wrapped around the witch's waist and finally meeting in front of her belly.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with my 'compensation'?"

"Well……"

Vermouth's lazy voice was a little weak.

How could she not be satisfied? In her current state, she could hardly even straighten her back. Although she was sitting on Serabelle's legs, it was actually better to say that she was lying in the latter's arms. Except for Xing Tian's two eyes, there was no part of her body that was not soft.

This has been the first time, why are there still so many...

Feeling the feedback from inside her body, Vermouth's eyes couldn't help but become more moist.

"Okay, I forgive you..."

Even her mouth gave in, but Vermouth didn't want to just give up like that.

After all, it had been blocked for so long, and all sorts of messes were inside. If the hole was suddenly opened at this moment, she would definitely...

Thumb~thump~thump~

Suddenly, as the sound of music started, Vermouth's thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

That was her cell phone ringtone.

And with her identity, the only people who could possibly contact her via mobile phone were those in the organization...

In an instant, Vermouth restrained her lazy posture, forced herself to sit up, and pointed to the mobile phone beside the bathtub not far away.

"Help me get it. I need to answer a call. Don't eavesdrop when I'm on the phone. And... don't make any noise either."

"Oh."

Serabel immediately understood and took the phone and handed it to her.

Vermouth took it carefully with both hands and pressed the answer button.

"it's me."

Vermouth deliberately turned down the volume of the phone, so Serabelle couldn't hear the conversation clearly even at such a close distance.

But after continuing the conversation, the blonde Thousand-Faced Witch suddenly frowned slightly.

"What? Something went wrong with Binga..."

Chapter 697 Vermouth Wants to Be Honest

The call lasted neither long nor long, only about a minute at most.

It was not until the call was hung up and the words "Call Ended" appeared on the screen that Vermouth breathed a long sigh of relief, her body softened and she lay back in Serabel's arms, handing him the phone.

"All right?"

"Um……"

"No need to make more phone calls?"

Serabelle confirmed again.

But Vermouth still shook her head.

"No, I don't need to trouble others with my affairs..."

She paused abruptly before she finished speaking, then raised her face slightly and rolled her eyes charmingly at the expressionless boy above her.

"That's too much. You're trying to trick your sister."

"That's not the case...

Serabelle put the phone back to its place, submerged her hands in the water again and put her arms around Vermouth's waist. She lowered her head and gently rested her chin on the latter's hairline, the scent of rose essential oil lingering around her nose.

"So this is another troublesome matter thrown at us by the organization?"

"Hmm~"

The blonde witch raised the corners of her lips slightly, with a noncommittal attitude.

She raised her arm from the water and scratched the boy's Adam's apple with her fingertips as if she were scratching a cat.

"I told you not to try to get your sister's help. You are such a naughty boy. Or do you think I am the kind of person who will easily reveal secrets?"

"That's not the case. I just feel like you're in trouble again."

Serabelle analyzed rationally.

"Just like the last time in Curacao, didn't we cooperate very well?"

"That was a special case."

Vermouth paused, then sighed softly.

"Although the situation this time is not that ordinary."

"So, tell me?" Serabell asked curiously.

"No~no."

Vermouth's attitude was very firm.

But after she finished her resoluteness, she quickly started laughing again and pinched Serabelle's face.

"Well, even if I don't tell you, you will probably see it on the TV news tomorrow. Of course, you may not see it. Who knows... Well, it's getting late. It's almost time to get up. You should go home too."

"Ah."

Serabelle responded and leaned over to cover the Thousand-Faced Witch's red lips.

The process of getting out of the bath is still inevitable to be passionate.

……

While they were bathing, the hotel staff had already cleaned the living room. All traces were wiped away, and even the subtle smell in the air was completely dissipated by the powerful ventilation system.

A quarter of an hour later, Serabelle, dressed, appeared in the living room.

Vermouth sat cross-legged on the clean sofa, shaking a half-glass of red wine in her hand.

This is the only posture she can maintain for a long time with her current physical strength.

"Then I'll go back first."

Standing at the door of the living room, Serabelle pressed the down button for the elevator. While waiting, she turned her head and looked at the Thousand-Faced Witch sitting on the sofa behind her.

"Anyway, if you need help, just call me or send me a message. You know my phone number anyway."

"Ara, that's so sweet."

Vermouth raised her glass and smiled as a sign of agreement, but she still refused to admit defeat.

"But let me make it clear first, getting too close to me on some matters won't have any good results."

"For example?" asked Serabelle.

"For example..."

The red wine in Vermouth's glass swirled around and around, and after about five or six seconds it seemed to think of a suitable object to use as an example.

"Hmm~ I got it. Take Calvados for example. Remember the sniper you killed before?"