My lover is this organization

Contrary to the admiration and amazement that one might have imagined, Curacao's reaction was rather bland, so bland that even she was surprised.

It’s just like when you just finished surfing and see the erotic pictures posted by your group friends, you would sigh “nothing special” or “it’s just average”.

Okay, this example might not be appropriate.

An example of a point of convergence is like an LSP whose XP system has evolved into a dark young goat, and when he sees a very ordinary pure love book, he will feel no emotion in his heart.

Well, that's right.

After entering the room, Curacao subconsciously closed the door with his backhand.

She forced herself to ignore the subtle feeling that "I always feel like there is something important that I haven't done yet", controlled her body to walk to the bed, tentatively lay down on the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and turned off the lights.

The bed is very soft, the quilt is very thin, the pillow makes people feel weightless as if floating in the clouds, and there is no problem with the temperature of the air conditioner. All aspects can be said to be at the most comfortable level for the human body.

Twenty minutes passed...

Forty minutes passed...

Curacao was drowsy, but her body didn't listen to her and remained tense.

It's just like a primary school student who knows he has to hand in his homework the next day, but doesn't do a single word of his holiday homework, and forces a fake smile and pretends to be calm before going to bed, ready to face the judgment from his class teacher the next day.

Don’t ask why it’s elementary school students, because even junior high school students know that teachers won’t really check whether you have completed your holiday homework, and will just throw it directly into the trash can at the back of the classroom.

At first, Curacao thought it was because he was only wearing a bathrobe. It would have been fine if he had no underwear, but he didn't even have any underwear. His whole body was in a completely vacuum state.

So she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, trying to create a sense of security for herself...but she found out it was of no use.

Because not only did her body not listen to her, it was also yelling at her, telling her through her intuition to check under the bed, check the corners of the room, and check the desk drawers.

No... this is someone else's house. Is it really okay to rummage around like this?

Curacao was very distressed and puzzled.

But there was no other way. If she didn't do this, she wouldn't be able to fall asleep peacefully, let alone lie down comfortably.

With no other options, Curacao had to turn on the light again and get up, carefully checking every corner that her intuition told her to check, and only after confirming that there was nothing did she lie down safely on the bed again.

This time, she subconsciously reached her hand under the pillow.

What's under the pillow?

Of course there is nothing.

Okay, I can’t sleep again.

Her mind was clearly telling her that there was nothing to be afraid of and that she could sleep peacefully because there was no danger. However, her intuition and instinct were like an air raid alarm, making Curacao feel as if she was sleeping on the edge of a cliff. Every time her consciousness was about to fall into darkness, she would suddenly wake up, then slowly fall asleep again, and then be woken up again.

It was as if she had been hit by the Golden Experience Requiem, making it impossible for her to ever reach the reality of [falling asleep].

Curacao, who couldn't fall asleep for a long time, couldn't help feeling annoyed.

She sat up in bed in the dark, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally pouted helplessly.

He picked up his little pillow, got up, opened the door and walked out.

……

Qin Wuque is actually a guy who is quite "free" in his sleeping posture, so knowing this very well, he bought a big bed big enough for four people to lie down for all the master bedrooms he might live in in the future. Mingmei, who is also well aware of this, and Huihara Ai, who only found out about this recently, usually leave enough room for this guy to "play".

However, unlike the usual "bad sleeping posture", Qin Wuque's free sleeping posture will not push the person sleeping with him into the corner of the bed or even onto the floor.

His "freedom" is usually manifested in that he moves around after falling asleep. For example, when he falls asleep, his head is still facing east, but when he wakes up, not only his head is turned over, but even the pillow is moved over, and maybe even the quilt is turned over completely.

Don't know how.

And this bastard has a shortcoming which is not really a shortcoming, which is that he always likes to hold something when he sleeps.

For example, explain beauty.

For example, Shirley.

For example, Sister Bei.

and many more……

For those who are also used to sleeping in the arms of a dog, this is not an obvious disadvantage, as it is relatively still!

Therefore, Qin Wuque's "free" sleeping position has been retained until now.

However, this night... he slept quite uncomfortably.

It's like a swimmer who is used to racing with all his might in the deep pool of a swimming pool is suddenly thrown into a children's pool where the water is yellow and warm and has to swim with the other kids.

Anyway, I just can't move freely.

When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning dimly shone into the bedroom through the curtains, Qin Wuque frowned slightly.

He is not sensitive to sunlight, but he is sensitive to smell.

Especially unfamiliar smells.

And the touch feels a little strange for some reason.

He clearly remembered that Mingmei was wearing a gauze silk pajamas last night, but what he felt in a daze at this moment was a slightly thick pajamas made of coarse linen, and the sleeves only reached the elbows, and below were the forearms with very tight muscle lines but still slender.

And there was something wrong with the pair of big white rabbits. They were not as soft, but more elastic.

Qin Wuque still didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

Until he put one hand around Mingmei's waist and reached down with the other hand to hug her tighter and take a nap, he felt his palm touch an extremely smooth and plump...

"What the hell!?"

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Well, that’s all I can do for today.

Chapter 265 Four people lying on the bed

Qin Wuque, realizing that something was wrong, suddenly opened his eyes, and his brain, which was slightly confused a second ago, instantly became clear.

In the dim morning light, he saw most of the long, shiny silver hair spread flat on the bed sheet, while the other half was like a thin blanket, covering the woman's slender body that was as graceful and undulating as the mountains.

Curacao was curled up on his side on the bed, his long eyelashes were black and thick, and seemed to be trembling slightly with the ever-changing dreams of his owner. Echoing this were the pair of slender yet firm forearms extending from the sleeves of his white coarse linen bathrobe... and the pair of long legs with perfect golden curves under the bathrobe, which were crossed and rubbed against each other unconsciously.

And because the bathrobe is designed with a V-neck, there are no buttons or zippers on it to fasten it. The shape of the bathrobe is fixed by a belt around the waist, which is not very strong. Therefore, the neckline becomes looser with the constant changes in posture and the passage of time, inadvertently revealing a deep and dark ravine.

So...big...

Qin Wuque wanted to scold them loudly, but they were so big that he was stunned for another two or three seconds.

A slightly cool touch came from the palm of his right hand, pulling Qin Wuque back to reality from his daze, making him realize that his dog paw was still resting on someone's butt.

Yes, that's right, it's a butt.

Because Mingmei usually sleeps with her back to Qin Wuque in order to let some dog head hold her while she sleeps, Qin Wuque has developed the habit of using both hands when he wants to hold her, with one hand passing through one armpit to the other shoulder, and the other hand directly crossing over from the top to support her lower abdomen.

But the problem was that Curacao was sleeping facing him, and the half-asleep Qin Wuque mistook her for Mingmei. When he wanted to reach out to hug her, he put one hand through Curacao's armpit and hugged her smooth back covered with a bathrobe, while the other hand naturally rested on the other's... plump butt.

But this is not the worst thing.

The worst thing was that all the clothes on his body were soaked by sea water last night and could no longer be worn. Curacao decisively threw all the clothes into the laundry basket. Now he was only wearing this loose bathrobe.

In other words, it is an absolute vacuum state.

"Wow knock..."

Qin Wuque felt his dog's paws become stiff.

He didn't want to dwell on why Curacao inexplicably appeared in his bed when he woke up. He just wanted to nip the bud of destruction in the bud before things got completely out of control.

Qin Wuque carefully removed his right hand from Curacao's butt, and then began to pull his left hand out from under Curacao little by little.

This is a rather slow and difficult process. Although people's alertness will be reduced when they are asleep, that only applies to the surrounding temperature and smell. If there is something moving under the body, would there be no reaction at all?

Besides, Curacao was an elite killer trained by Rum. If he didn't even have this much vigilance, it would be too much.

"Woo..."

Qin Wuque's progress bar hadn't even reached one-third when Curacao, who was still asleep, made a humming sound similar to an unconscious murmur, as if he was dissatisfied with something that was about to leave him.

Then she did something that shocked Doghead.

As if no longer satisfied with curling up on the edge of the bed, Curacao closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, taking the initiative to hug Qin Wuque's neck. At the same time, his long legs, which could not be covered by his bathrobe, were raised high and placed firmly on Qin Wuque as if he was hooking a pillow.

She almost lay on Qin Wuque, and the distance between them instantly changed from gradually separating to closely sticking again.

"I..." Qin Wuque felt himself breaking apart.

It's not that he couldn't understand why Curacao "trusted" him so much. It was actually a call derived from bloodline, just like Stand users would be attracted to each other. As long as the bloodline was not too thin, walking in the world of normal people, they would feel like a wolf walking in a world full of sheep.

It's comfortable, but also lonely.

And when they meet their own kind, this special bloodline will make them call each other, just like they have met a tribe.

In a tribe, those of lower status obey those of higher status; this is an unchanging truth.

The same was true for Curacao, so it was natural for her to have an inexplicable strong sense of trust in Qin Wuque.

As for why she sneaked into his room with a pillow in the middle of the night and even climbed onto his bed, Qin Wuque guessed that it was probably because this silly girl didn't find the pistol for self-defense under her pillow, which was the so-called insecurity.

Now, Curacao feels safe, but he himself is beginning to feel insecure...

"Wake up, hey, wake up~"

The dog head called softly in a low voice, poking its cheek repeatedly with its fingers.

But not only did Curacao not show any signs of waking up, but he hummed twice in dissatisfaction like a child, and hugged Qin Wuque even tighter, rubbing his head against his chest like a cat.

it's over...

A huge despair grew in Qin Wuque's heart, and he could almost imagine what would happen next.

The voice of a strange woman was heard within reach. Mingmei, who had just experienced a strenuous exercise in the early hours of the morning, seemed to be suddenly called from the depths of her soul. Her strong sleepiness disappeared in a very short time.

"lack?"

She also murmured, and habitually reached out to the side.

To the right, she touched a tiny body, her sister.

Mingmei was slightly satisfied.

Then she reached out her hand to the left and touched...Huh?

This thickness... doesn't seem right?

And the touch is weird too.

To some extent, this shows that Mei's understanding of Qin Wuque's body is even deeper than her understanding of her own body. She is completely familiar with the touch of almost every part of Qin Wuque's body, but the touch coming from her hand at this time obviously should not exist in any part of Qin Wuque's body.

This was as it should be, since it was Curacao's back that she touched.

With huge doubts in her heart, Mingmei slowly opened her eyes.

In the still hazy morning light, she saw her beloved dog lying beside her, his face full of despair.

On Qin Wuque's body, a silver-haired woman in a bathrobe whom she had never seen before was hugging her dog tightly, even pressing her dog under her body, sleeping peacefully and peacefully.

"Good morning, Mingmei..." Qin Wuque said dryly.

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Hey, history always repeats itself in a surprising way. It seemed to be the same when Mingmei persecuted Ai-chan. (Funny)

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Chapter 266 The Equipment Department is about to arrive

In the Pacific Ocean, a giant ship's bow breaks through the blue waves.

This is a Ford-class super-large aircraft carrier with a hull length of more than 300 meters and a width of more than 40 meters. It is produced in the United States. It is said that the United States spent as much as 13 billion US dollars in its development. It is undoubtedly the largest aircraft carrier in the world today.

On both sides of the nearly eighty-meter-long flight deck, dozens of Hydras were on standby. On the deck of the aircraft carrier, which was the size of three football fields, there was even an Osprey helicopter that had obviously been super modified.

Of course, precisely because of the excessive changes, it has now been given a new name - Avengers.