Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

On the other hand, in the last moment of falling into desire, in the last moment of clarity, Miss Bai Jin was still thinking about something:

Every time, she would use up almost all of her energy to defeat her desires, but the tower that she had built with so much effort would collapse in the blink of an eye.

Miss White Wolf has a strange, irresistible power that can attract everything from her. To be against this power is to be against herself, the world, and God.

She had no time to think, her consciousness obediently plunged into the ocean of desire. She was obsessed with her wonderful trophy, which was also a forbidden fruit and a holy object that needed to be chewed and tasted slowly with the most delicate method.

At this moment, Miss White Wolf had become a god, and she had become her fanatical follower, always ready to offer her loyalty and her soul.

But something strange happened.

Her fingertips naturally left the red crystals and moved diagonally upwards little by little.

From various perspectives, this behavior is a standard blasphemy. If she really is a fanatic believer in the new creation, why would the first thing she did be to blaspheme?

Her piety is absolutely real, and her belief is extremely firm. The only reason for this is probably that this piety and belief have been mixed with elements of desire from the very beginning. The firmer they are, the more uncontrollable the results will be.

It was obvious that Miss Platinum had no intention of controlling anything. She allowed her fingers to act as they pleased, peering into the darkness with conspiracy and desire.

Suddenly.

A stream of light cuts through the darkness.

The fingertips emit an incredible exclamation, and the huge sense of satisfaction transfers to the arms, heart, and merges into every cell of the body through the blood.

Her body fell silent, the huge pendulum ticked, and after several centuries, she moved her fingers subconsciously.

Subsequently.

Her vision became clear, and she saw Miss White Wolf lying beside her, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion yet burning with unconscious expectation.

……

In the misty membrane, the world was shaking, and Miss White Wolf, holding her tail, looked around panicking.

She felt a pull, a tug, and she didn't understand what was going on. Was her dress being tugged at? Or was her calf being pulled?

No, it's not. It's a very fundamental pull.

That kind of power is very gentle, but it acts at the most original position.

What position exactly?

Is it blood?

Or the heart?

Or is it the soul?

What was even more strange was that she felt a strange sense of comfort, which made her feel a little bit of longing.

What exactly was triggered?

Do it again, do it again and you will feel it.

As if in response to expectation, the touch of expectation appeared a second time, and it also triggered the desire for the third touch, but at the same time it also allowed her to find the trace.

The world of isolation was shaky and collapsed in the next tremor.

That's it, she thought.

Oh, that's where it is.

Eh!

that place?

?

? !

!!!

The silver-white glass shattered all over the floor, she screamed, and Miss Platinum felt a pain in her neck.

She was bitten.

At the critical moment, her brain woke up at an unusual speed and she wanted to pull her hand out immediately. However, the other body triggered a stress response and clamped her palm tightly. She had to exert some effort to pull it out.

Miss White Wolf stared at her, staring at her intently, with a strange look on her face, as if she was about to get angry, or as if she was doubting herself. Anger and confusion were evenly mixed together in an incredible pattern.

Anger is a temporary response to facts, and confusion is Miss White Wolf's original feeling.

She was now a frightened, confused creature trapped in self-doubt.

What happened?

I have a vague feeling that it seems that there is...

Hmm, is this true or false?

It doesn't feel real at all. Could something like that really happen to me?

Do you want to punish Miss Platinum?

If there is to be punishment, should it be the last touch, or should it be punished for everything that happened before?

The final touch must have existed because I have clearly felt it, and before that... in the longer time before that, did something worse happen?

It's like I lost my memory.

But this doesn't seem to be amnesia, it's more like active shielding.

That's weird, how should we punish him?

Do you want to punish someone for something that is unclear just for the sake of speculation, that is, to make a false accusation?

Well, we can't say 'groundless' because this thing should be 'real'.

Is Mo Xu really real?

It's getting weird.

All in all, it is more appropriate and safer to punish.

But think about it from another perspective. Miss Bai Jin was leaving, he lost the bet, and he just bit her. Didn’t he decide to be tolerant beforehand?

Moreover, if I want to punish him, I must get to the bottom of what happened before...

Get to the bottom of it!

Miss White Wolf shuddered.

Although she didn't know exactly what happened, she had a feeling that if she had a clear understanding of reality, she would die immediately! The active shielding of the mind is probably not a problem, but a form of self-protection.

cough cough.

The situation is clear.

Miss Platinum was helping to check the Originium crystal cluster, and when she wanted to take her hand out, she accidentally touched that place. The whole thing happened completely by accident, and the other party was bitten by herself because of her personal negligence.

That's right.

Miss Bai Jin is her good friend, how could she take the initiative to do something bad? That is obviously impossible and unrealistic.

That's right, that's it.

That's it.

That's it!

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Chapter 2023: Daydreams That Cannot Be Told 07-17-12 00:02:

Miss Platinum sat up straight, waiting for her own judgment to come with a sweet and worried mood.

Sweetness is everywhere, and worries are so small that they are almost non-existent. The sweet mood completely suppresses the vague worries.

To some extent, the nature of this incident is "bad", and given Miss White Wolf's temper, she will of course be dealt with seriously, so feeling uneasy at this moment is a normal reaction.

But she was so satisfied and happy that no matter what Miss White Wolf wanted to do to her, she would accept it with pleasure and feel the sweetness from it. In this state, she could not be controlled by panic and anxiety.

In her mind, she was repeating the number over and over again - thirteen.

When her fingers touched the source of happiness, her mind began to count unconsciously, perhaps to judge Miss White Wolf's reaction time.

She counted thirteen times.

Thirteen times, thirteen seconds!

For the first seven counts, the seventh second, she was in a state of overwhelming blissful daze, without any movement, just the touch.

What a waste, what a waste.

Those were seven seconds that she should have exchanged for seven years of her life, but she just stood there watching and let them pass by.

In the eighth second, the fingers moved subconsciously, a wonderful temptation, the first interaction since the creation of the world, clumsy but full of meaning.

Afterwards, because of the surprise and fear of the mysterious unknown, it almost came to a standstill again.

In the tenth second, the second attempt was made, with extremely light movements, hesitating, peeking, pausing along the edge, accumulating the courage to move forward, and the strength to conceive deeply.

At the thirteenth second, the fingertips lightly stroked and left the edge area, suddenly encountering lubricated moisture and heat. The brain recognized the meaning of this encounter, and trembled uncontrollably, awakening the desecrated god.

If you look at it from another angle, what Miss Bai Jin did was just to put her finger somewhere, move it gently, and then probe it very shallowly with the tip of her finger. The pure action process took no more than three seconds.

However, in the eyes of a lover, three seconds are three centuries, and she will discover something more delicate and meaningful from it in the future.

Back to reality, Miss Bailang felt frightened by Miss Baijin's eyes. The latter was a person with a delicate mind, and it was impossible for her not to see the lingering enthusiasm.

She didn't dare to think about what happened anymore.

Her gaze was dodging, and her aura of accountability was completely shattered. Miss White Wolf spoke in a low voice, with some complaints in her tone:

"I'm sorry for biting you, but please don't touch me."

If Miss Platinum was still sober, she would immediately realize that Bailang's response was not normal. Not only did he not retaliate, but he even seemed to be apologizing.

It's a pity that her mind has been completely blinded. She feels that everything is full of reasonable elements wrapped in happiness, so she didn't notice any problems at all.

"It's okay, I like you." She looked into Miss White Wolf's eyes and spoke her true feelings without making sense.

Miss White Wolf was so confused that she had no intention of paying attention to her girlfriend's condition. She asked cautiously, "You were careless, weren't you?"

"careless?"

"Well, you were careless just now, right?" Miss White Wolf's tone became anxious.

Bai Jin read some information from the other person's eyes and realized that Miss Bailang needed her recognition, so he nodded: "Yes, it was an accident."

But she didn't want to deceive Miss White Wolf, so she added: "But I also do..."

Miss White Wolf bit her lip and interrupted hurriedly: "Don't say anything else, stop, stop, you are careless!"

"I was careless."

"There is no more chance!"

Miss Bai Jin hesitated, because she wanted it to happen again, very much. But under her girlfriend's gaze, she could only say in an uncertain tone, "There probably won't be a next time."

After hearing this, Miss White Wolf heaved a long sigh of relief, then turned around and faced away from Bai Jin: "My mind is a little confused, don't talk to me, let me calm down for a while."

Miss Bai Jin agreed with a smile and looked at Miss Bai Lang's back tenderly. At this moment, Miss Bai Lang was her Miss Bai Lang, the girl she loved so much that she couldn't help herself.

But just now, in that dreamlike scene, the other person actually became her goddess, the one she wanted to kneel down and kiss.

She thought of the embarrassing thing she had thought of before, which was the strange question of fingers or mouth. She originally insisted on standing on the side of fingers, but if she was a goddess, it seemed... quite reasonable to serve her with kisses.

Right?

She narrowed her eyes and relived the crucial thirteenth second, recalling the lubrication and trembling. Her body immediately reacted again, and she wondered if she should go to the bathroom to solve the problem.

At this moment, a trace of electric current awakened her brain, making her suddenly realize a neglected and crucial point.

She immediately suppressed her body's instinctive desires, lowered her head, slowly brought her trembling left hand fingers to her eyes, and observed intently.

Sure enough, there was still a trace amount of thin-film-like, almost invisible transparent liquid on the tip of the white index finger. As long as the finger was tilted towards the glass chandelier in the room, the light could be seen reflected in this wonderful liquid.

This is the proof of a dream, a bridge connecting reality and fantasy, proving the real existence of dreams and happiness.

She stared at her fingertips and smiled with joy that was indescribable.

This also provides the best basis for judging an important reality.

Before this, she sometimes felt that Miss White Wolf’s resistance seemed excessive, and she couldn’t help but start to doubt whether there was something wrong with her body or whether she had no feelings about certain things at all.