Zongman: Reincarnation in the Other World, but Goblin

"There is a secret to this." Lorraine smiled and said mysteriously, "During the baking process, I poured some 82 red wine bought from the system. Although it was a little expensive, it cost 100 system points, but today is a rare day off, so I didn't pay much attention to it."

"No wonder it smells so good!" Alice suddenly realized, "It seems that this system is really omnipotent."

Xiu Leiya nodded, "Next time we should try the red wine barbecue, it will be great."

The lamb roasted in red wine is soft, juicy and fragrant. The mellow taste is unforgettable. Every bite makes people immersed in the smooth and mellow experience, fat but not greasy, soft and sweet.

When Freya chewed the first piece of roasted lamb, her mouth was full of rich juice, but she didn't feel sick at all. This was mainly due to the special Sarilang roasted lamb used by Lorraine, which was soft, had almost no tendons and fat, and was very easy to digest.

"This is so delicious, Lorraine!" Freya exclaimed as she ate. There was still some grease on the corners of her mouth, but she didn't bother to wipe it off and just continued to enjoy the delicious food.

Lorraine smiled proudly, "This is my secret recipe. I put a lot of thought into it."

The roasted lamb is extremely tender, with evenly distributed fat. Each piece looks like a beautiful snowflake. It is tender and fragrant without any grassy smell, and has a hint of butter and a light milky aroma.

Every bite is addictive.

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Chapter 202 The Incomparably Tempting Freya

"Give me another piece!" Little Loli Annie stretched out her hand impatiently, her eyes full of anticipation.

Lorraine smiled and handed over a piece, "Eat slowly, everyone has a share."

While tasting the roasted whole lamb, Lorraine poured red wine for everyone. The red wine tasted as soft as early spring strawberries, with a light earthy aroma, delicate and dense taste, and rich in complexity. The moment it passed through the tip of the tongue and throat, the soft and harmonious taste filled the mouth, which was a sweet and rich enjoyment.

"This red wine goes perfectly with roast lamb!" Babel exclaimed, raising his glass, "Lorraine, you are amazing."

After Freya swallowed the red wine, the fragrance still remained between her lips and teeth. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, "It's so wonderful. This fragrance lingers for a long time, it's simply addictive."

Everyone was eating enthusiastically and sweating profusely, as if they had been drenched in water. They were breathing heavily, their hands and cheeks were covered with oil stains, and their usual image disappeared without a trace, but no one stopped what they were doing.

Nearly 100 kilograms of roasted whole lamb was eaten up in a flash. After eating so many delicacies from land and sea, and drinking a lot of red wine, even if they had bottomless appetites, they were already full.

Everyone lay here and there in the open-air bedroom hall, admiring the night sky that was as clear as a gem.

Freya wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth and sighed with satisfaction, "It's so delicious, Luo Lin, your cooking skills are really amazing!"

Lorraine smiled and leaned back in her chair, "As long as everyone likes it."

Babel patted his stomach and said lazily, "I am really full now, but it tastes really good."

After a long time, several people slowly got up and began to clean up the messy barbecue scene.

Everyone worked together, some cleaned the grill, some cleaned the table, and some picked up the garbage on the ground. After a while of hard work, they finally cleaned up the bedroom hall.

"Thank you all for your hard work today." Lorraine said, his eyes full of gratitude.

"We're all family, you're welcome." Alice said with a smile, patting Lorraine's shoulder.

It was getting late, so everyone went back to their rooms to wash up and rest.

Of course, this “everyone” naturally does not include a certain jumping pink pig.

Freya could not wait to return to her room, rushed into the bathroom like an agile cat, turned on the shower head, and let the warm water wash over her body. She rubbed every inch of her skin carefully, trying to completely wash away the strong fragrance on her body.

After taking a shower, Freya picked up a soft towel and gently wiped her wet hair and body. When she dried herself and prepared to put on the short skirt she usually used as pajamas, her hands suddenly stopped moving.

She frowned and fell into a brief moment of thought, as if she had recalled something important.

After a while, she bit her lower lip and a shy blush appeared on her cheeks.

Freya decided to give up the idea of ​​wearing a short skirt and turned around to find a new set of clothes from her backpack.

The dress looked slightly different from her usual style, more elegant and sexy. She took a deep breath and then carefully put the dress on, feeling the strange feeling of the fabric rubbing against her skin.

With every movement, Freya's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and the shyness became more and more obvious on her face. However, she did not stop, but continued to put on her clothes seriously, trying to make herself look more beautiful.

She stood in front of the mirror and slightly adjusted her collar, feeling a little uneasy, but more excited. Looking at herself in the mirror, Freya whispered softly, "Let's do this tonight. I hope he likes it."

She took a deep breath, opened the door, and prepared to go find Lorraine.

The light in the corridor was soft, shining on her face, making her look particularly gentle.

The night was quiet tonight, as if even the stars were twinkling for her thoughts.

Freya looked at herself in the floor-length mirror, feeling a little nervous. Her long pink hair was still slightly damp, and it fell softly to her waist. Her slender body was covered by a layer of light purple suspender nightgown. It was a bit of a stretch to call it a nightgown, because it was hard to say whether this piece of clothing could be called clothing.

It was simply connected by a few thin straps, and the two pieces of cloth barely covered her body, front and back.

The fabric in the front was very thin and barely concealed her curves.

This dress was given to her by Lorraine as a reward for her developing secret medicines and healing potions.

Because this kind of craftsmanship cannot be made in this world, this dress is very precious. Freya has been keeping it at the bottom of the box, reluctant to wear it, until she planned to go to Lorraine's room to see him tonight, and then she made up her mind to wear one of the most beautiful dresses.

She turned around slightly, looking at her reflection in the mirror, a blush appeared on her face. She knew that tonight was a special night.

"Okay, Freya, take a deep breath." She whispered to herself in the mirror, encouraging herself.

She walked out of the room with light steps, and the light in the corridor shone softly on her, as if guiding her direction. Every step seemed a little uneasy, but full of expectation.

Walking to Lorraine's door, Freya took a deep breath and knocked gently.

"Come in." Lorraine's voice came from the room, gentle and magnetic.

Freya pushed open the door and saw Lorraine sitting at the desk. When she saw her, her eyes lit up slightly. Freya's cheeks turned even redder and she whispered, "Lorraine, can I...can I come in?"

Lorraine smiled and stood up, "Of course, come in."

Freya walked into the room and felt Lorraine's warm gaze. Her heart beat faster. She lowered her head slightly and said in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "I'm wearing the clothes you gave me. I hope you like it."

Lorraine walked up to her, gently lifted her chin, and looked at her tenderly, “You are dressed very well, very beautiful.”

Freya raised her head, her eyes full of expectation and shyness, "Really?"

"Of course." Lorraine smiled and gently pulled her to sit on the bed. "You are really beautiful tonight."

"Of course it's beautiful, absolutely beautiful, my Freya." Lorraine raised his head, looked deeply into Freya's pure green eyes, and smiled gently, "My princess."

Freya raised her hand slightly, and gently embraced Lorraine's neck like an arm, and asked softly: "Then... do you love me, Lorraine?"

Lorraine smiled, her smile becoming more gentle like the warm spring sun, "I love you."

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Chapter 203 Freya's Limited "Victory Set"

Lorraine paused for a moment, her eyes were like a pool of spring water, softer, and continued: "I love your misty and poetic whispers in the morning, I love you hugging my arms unconsciously when you are half asleep and half awake, I love your naive look when you are sleepy at night, I love your cheerful laughter like a silver bell at the beach. I love you, from every strand of your hair, to your icy skin, to your soul, I love you all."

Lorraine gently stroked Freya's cheek, his eyes affectionate and firm, "It's a pity that my vocabulary is like a drop in the ocean, it is too poor. Thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence - I love you."

Tears were falling from the corners of Freya's eyes like pearls, but her face was filled with a happy and warm smile, "How corny, to be honest..."

Her voice was a little choked, but full of happiness and sweetness. The girl no longer suppressed her inner emotions and hugged the man in front of her tightly, "But I love you too, Lorraine."

Lorraine felt Freya's true feelings, and he hugged her back tightly, feeling her warmth and dependence.

He kissed her forehead gently and said softly, "Thank you, Freya."

Before, Lorraine might have thought that Freya was just a ball of fluff, but after spending so much time together, Lorraine knew that Freya now treated him wholeheartedly.

Moreover, this is a love that transcends the Soul Succubus Mark, because if the Soul Succubus Mark was at work, then Freya would not have been so dedicated to developing various potions.

After all, Lorraine used most of the medicines he developed to expand his harem, so the time he spent with Freya would be reduced.

Although Freya knew this, she still resolutely helped Lorraine develop various potions, even if it meant sacrificing a lot of free time and intimate time with Lorraine, in order to complete Lorraine's commission.

Therefore, there is only one truth: Freya truly loves Lorraine.

Of course, this "like" has two meanings.

After all, every time when it came to the climax, Freya liked to communicate with Lorraine by riding a horse.

But it’s not an exaggeration to say that love grows over time. Even if the feelings that develop over time are genuine, they are sincere feelings, isn’t it?

The two hugged each other, feeling each other's heartbeat and warmth.

The starlight shone on them through the window, adding a touch of romance to this warm moment.

Lorraine looked down at Freya in his arms, his eyes full of doting, "You know what? I'm really happy to be with you tonight."

Freya raised her head slightly, her blue eyes sparkling with crystal tears, "Me too, Lorraine, being with you is the happiest thing for me."

Their foreheads touched gently, their breaths intertwined, feeling each other's warmth. Lorraine whispered, "Tonight, may we have a beautiful dream."

Freya nodded and closed her eyes, still with a happy smile on her face. Lorraine also closed his eyes, hugged her, and felt this beautiful moment.

That night, the beach under the stars and the cozy room were filled with their sincere love and happy laughter. At this moment, they forgot all their troubles and sorrows, only each other's heartbeat and warmth, quietly embracing each other.

The two embraced each other, their uncontrollable emotions made their kisses fierce and hot, and their breathing was filled with an unquenchable fire.

Freya's heart was beating like a drum, and the only figure in her mind was Lorraine.

She quickly put on her high heels, then took out a carefully selected purple lace hollow fat top from the closet and put it on for the first time.

In this way, Freya's "winning suit" is fully armed.

At the same time, Freya stood in front of the mirror, looking like a beautiful jade statue.

Her arms, as white as jade, were like light gauze, gently protecting her chest.

The slender neck and snow-white body are like a ripe apple, stained with an intoxicating blush because of shyness.

She was wearing a bold lavender nightgown that looked like a blooming violet, with a deep V-shape cut out on her chest, like a mysterious door, slightly open, revealing a large area of ​​silky white skin.

The hem of the nightgown was just the right length, like a flower bud in the morning mist, barely covering the charming triangle area. The slightest movement would be like a breeze blowing across the lake, stirring up ripples and revealing everything.

The fabric at the back was as short as a cicada's wing, showing her beautiful back like white jade without reservation. The thin fabric at the waist was tightly tied by a thin belt, outlining her slender waist, like a willow branch swaying in the wind.

Further down, the buttocks with amazing curvature, like a ripe peach, are wrapped in thin fabric, exuding irresistible temptation.

After everything was ready, Freya opened the door quietly and walked out carefully.

Luo Lin finished his shower, wiped the water off his body, and then walked out of the bathroom slowly. There was no light in the room, but he saw the beautiful girl bathing in the silver moonlight at a glance. No, the moonlight seemed eclipsed in front of her.

"Lorraine..." Freya raised her eyes, her slender and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips slightly opened and closed, "Does it look good on me...?"

Lorraine walked up to her, knelt on one knee, gently held her hand, and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. The moonlight shone through the window on them, as if adding a bit of sacred glory to the romance of this moment.

"Freya, you are always the most beautiful." Lorraine said softly, his eyes full of affection and tenderness.

Although this was not the first time she was so frank with her lover, Freya still felt a little shy. Her green eyes were full of the shyness of a young girl, but also with a hint of expectation.

Lorraine stood up, gently held Freya's face, and whispered, "Are you willing to go with me?"

Freya's heart beat faster. She nodded slightly, with a firm light in her eyes. "I do, Lorraine. No matter what the future holds, I am willing to face it with you."

She gently covered the soft body in front of her as if protecting a rare treasure. Her pretty face as white as snow, her slender neck as jade, and even her delicate body as white as cream were all flushed with shyness.

Her casual movements and expressions, like a ripe apple, exudes an alluring fragrance and is breathtakingly beautiful.

Lorraine no longer hesitated, strode forward and hugged Freya tightly, as if she was protecting a fragile piece of porcelain, and carefully and gently placed her on the soft cushion.

Every movement he made was extremely gentle, for fear of waking up the sleeping beauty in his arms.

Their lips touched gently like the dance of butterflies. The simple overlap was like two hearts beating, clearly conveying each other's warmth.

There was silence all around, only the sound of each other's heartbeats and breathing intertwined together, like the sound of nature.

Their kisses were as gentle as the spring breeze, from the forehead, eyelids, nose tip to cheeks, each kiss was full of affection and tenderness.

Finally, their lips met again, no longer a superficial touch, but a passionate kiss that burned like a raging fire.

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Chapter 204: The Harem: We can only wish Freya good luck~

In the other room, Janna's movements suddenly stopped, and her thoughts drifted back to that magical night.

It was an experience that made her dizzy and she could only meow for mercy in the end.

At this moment, a faint blush appeared on her little face, like a ripe apple.

"If it weren't for Eliza helping me to draw the fire, I would have died a long time ago."

Janna thought to herself, as images of memories kept flashing through her mind.