Rhode Island Park Project

Mandela raised her handcuffed hands, pointed in a certain direction in the glass cabinet with great difficulty, and closed her eyes.

"That's it!"

"Okay, my dear kitten~"

"—!"

"Don't call me that!!"

"Huh~"

Chapter 167 Her heart was locked~

Really put it on.

It was not until she felt a slightly restrained, cool touch on her neck, and looked at herself in the mirror, that Mandela suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

She had clearly vowed to drag those high-ranking guys into the filthy sewers at all costs, but now the 'Mandela' in front of her was obediently collared by one of those high-ranking guys.

Just as she was feeling complicated, she was interrupted by a loud voice.

"It shouldn't be too tight, right?"

Luo Hang stood behind her, much taller than her, with his hands on her shoulders, looking at the two people standing in front and behind her in the mirror with her.

It seems to be a good match.

Mandela's ears twitched, and then her expression fell as she stared at the collar around her neck in the mirror.

What to match, owner and pet?

Why is this man so tall!

"If I say it's too tight, can you take it off for me?"

"That's not possible~"

"whispering sound."

really.

She looked at the smiling man behind herself in the mirror with a slightly complicated look in her eyes.

It should still be different.

The feeling of being restrained around the neck and throat is difficult for someone who has never experienced it to get used to immediately, as it is like a reminder of her identity as a pet and that she is under the control of her master.

just,

This man should be different from those disgusting guys, right?

“…Is what those people said true?”

"What are you talking about?"

Luo Hang asked with some surprise.

"The residents here were all abandoned by Longmen, left homeless... And you said you wanted to ensure the renovation of the housing at all costs..."

"what,"

So that's what you meant?

Come to think of it, it seems that the reason Mandela was caught was because he was reported for speaking ill of me in public...

Whenever he thought of this, Luo Hang felt like laughing.

But it seems that he must have heard or seen something.

Although the prestige of Longmen City is currently only 64, which seems to be much less than the 84 of this ship, it is the average of more than people, not the less than people in this ship.

Since it is an average, it means that some people have lower scores and some have higher scores. In addition, the standards of ordinary people are generally lower than those of the operators on this ship who have passed the assessment. He has received such treatment on this ship, so if he really walks into the streets of the city, I am afraid it will not be any different.

Mandela dared to speak ill of himself in front of those people, and it was not unfair for him to end up like this.

He shook his head in amusement and raised his hand to tidy up the sideburns of the girl in front of him.

"For something like this, it would be best if you could confirm it yourself, right? You need to find out about Ravshini's situation, and spending two days with her in the city would be enough to complete your mission.

Of course, the prerequisite is that my pet kitten's performance satisfies me~"

"You pervert, you only know how to make me do this kind of thing."

Mandela muttered something, turned her head to look at Luo Hang behind her, and suddenly realized for the first time the way this man used frivolous words and smile to change the atmosphere.

She suddenly felt relieved.

This man is indeed different from those people.

She knew clearly what kind of disgusting people were, those who couldn't wait to tell the world about the smallest things and would do anything to cover up their crimes. Luo Hang and those guys were simply not from the same world.

"you--"

"Wait a minute, you better stop talking."

Luo Hang raised his hands delicately, pinched Mandela's cheeks and pulled them to the sides, forcibly interrupting the kitten's speech, which seemed to have made up its mind.

"I always feel like you're going to say something that sounds like a compliment to me, but I don't want to hear it at all."

"Gululu,"

Mandela, whose face was pinched, shook her head vigorously, shook off Luo Hang's hand, and glared at him angrily, "What? I was trying so hard to praise you."

"Forget it, you just need to be my little cat."

As he complained, he picked up the key and unlocked the handcuffs on Mandela's wrists.

The restraints on her wrists were removed, but Mandela felt that she was completely locked up.

The collar around her neck was clearly just a piece of fine material but had no actual restraining function, but she inexplicably felt that she could not resist.

There was no trust to rely on, so this time Luo Hang relied entirely on his own judgment. He raised his arm and put it around the girl's thin shoulders, and walked with Mandela to the sofa in the living room of the luxury apartment.

"What are you going to do now?"

Somewhat unconsciously putting himself in the role of a pet, Mandela followed Luo Hang's footsteps obediently and asked casually.

"Shh~"

Luo Hang smiled and raised his index finger, "Kitten, just be obedient."

He sat down on the sofa first, then looked at Mandela standing in front of him, and with a smile on his face, he gently pulled the delicate girl into his arms.

Reaching out and taking off the indoor slippers on Mandela's slender feet covered in white stockings, he manipulated the obedient film girl into a real kitten, letting the delicate body curl up in his arms. The white silk feet, which were a little too big to fit, were folded and fell on the sofa. Then he stroked the cat in his arms with his left hand, and picked up the remote control on the sofa with his right hand to turn on the TV.

The sound of an unattended TV program rang out in the quiet penthouse. He dropped the remote control and used his right hand to scratch the kitten's chin, while his left hand stroked the kitten's furry tail along its back.

Leaning back into the soft sofa, he sighed comfortably, holding the kitten in his arms with his left hand, his fingertips unconsciously wandering from the cat's back to its soft belly and different places. He stretched out his right hand to pick up a fruit plate and placed it beside him, then turned to look at the TV and officially began to waste his peaceful morning time.

Warm sunlight shone in from the window. Luo Hang, who was watching TV, ate as if he was really alone at home. From time to time, he would put some food in her mouth as she rested her head on his legs.

Boys usually fantasize about a girl's lap, the touch of her soft thighs, her delicate and warm skin, and the pleasant fragrance on her body.

But in fact, due to the difference in physique, if the situation is reversed, a boy's knee pillow may not be equally attractive and more comfortable for a girl.

The fatigue accumulated from days of traveling and the pressure brought by the mission and the leader gradually surged into Mandela's mind. The warm sunshine and the overly comfortable atmosphere made her eyelids start to droop. Most of her body was lying in Luo Hang's arms. At this time, it seemed as if her consciousness was also going to sink completely into this warm embrace, and just like her increasingly heavy eyelids, it made it increasingly difficult for her to break free.

"..."

Her eyelids closed at some point and her consciousness began to blur.

...Being a pet...maybe it's a good idea...

Chapter 168: Horn: A swarm of insects!

Londinium Administrative District.

After nine days, the entire team of Horn and Storm Commandos finally arrived at a military camp on the edge of the area under the jurisdiction of Londinium.

"Haha... finally here."

Miss Bagpipe sighed listlessly.

Without Mr. Luo Hang, life without seeing Mr. Luo Hang is simply hell.

I really want Mr. Luo Hang to strip off my underwear and spank me hard again... Ah, no, no, how could I have become so hopeless!

But if it's Mr. Luo Hang, then being hopeless doesn't seem to be a bad thing...

"..."

Looking at the bagpipe, who looked like a young girl with a sad face lying on the ship's railing, the triangle iron on the same team smiled awkwardly, then looked at the horn.

"Captain, I heard that Londinium has been completely occupied by the Sarkaz..."

Triangle stopped talking as if he was about to say something.

"I understand what you mean. The Victorian capital will eventually return to Victorian hands, but we alone can't change anything now.

We must first return to the barracks and report our mission, and then we will know what plans the superiors and nobles have for Londinium."

The steady tone and demeanor of the horn always make people around him feel at ease.

The snare drum also kicked the bagpipe next to it.

"Okay, stop being so horny and get ready to go to the barracks! If anyone sees you like this, all of us Stormtroopers will be treated like second-rate troops because of your disgraceful appearance."

"What?! How could I—"

Looking at the bagpipes that were suddenly cheering and becoming more energetic, the horn smiled slightly, and then looked at the military camp in front of him again, feeling a little homesick.

Rhodes Island is indeed a great place, and Mr. Luo Hang is hard to leave. She also has a very good understanding of this.

Whenever she thought of that name, she would always think of what happened before they parted. The warmth she had never experienced and the contact that seemed to stir her soul still seemed to linger between their lips.

But they are Victoria's soldiers after all.

Even at this moment, as she looked at the familiar military camp in front of her, she still had some expectations in her heart... Will this place keep her?

Loyalty to the country and the king was a concept she had been taught since childhood, but life in the military camp was the sense of belonging she had found after years of hard work and struggle with her own will. In comparison, the arrival of Rhodes Island and Vina was indeed a bit too sudden.

With such expectations, which he was not sure whether they were correct or not, Horn and his team members finally left the deck of the docked ship and officially entered the military camp.

Walking in the somewhat deserted parking area, Cello looked around:

"I thought that since we were returning with such an important mission and news, there would be someone waiting to greet us in advance."

"We are not some celebrity nobles, what are you expecting?"

"Too."

Cello shrugged, and the group continued walking into the military camp.

"Please show me your ID."

They were stopped outside a building.

As usual, Horn handed over his officer ID. The guard briefly checked it and then paid no more attention to the entire group of people in front of him.

"The Colonel is currently in the conference room, Lieutenant Scamander. You may wait in the reception room for a while. You'll be on your own."

Horn frowned.

"We have urgent military information to report, and the connection information should have been conveyed to the military camp in advance."

"I haven't seen any arrangements related to you. This meeting is attended by several important officials, and no one is allowed to interrupt."

The guard's attitude was very brusque.

"Hey, why are you like this!"

"Bagpipes!"

The snare drum tugged hard at the dissatisfied bagpipe.

No one would be happy with such treatment. They almost finished their team several times for this mission, and the information they found out was of great importance. Even if they didn't really want to be treated like a star, at least someone should take it seriously and deal with it immediately.

"When will the meeting end?"

Horn continued to ask as if nothing had happened.