Rhode Island Park Project

"It was delivered a while ago. I fell asleep on the sofa while waiting."

Mandela, wearing Luo Hang's coat, muttered as she walked forward like a wife welcoming her husband home, or maybe more like a cat waiting for her owner to come home. She kissed Luo Hang, who lowered his head, and then seemed to be in a good mood, wagging her tail. She took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, bent down, and placed them neatly in front of Luo Hang.

Taking a quick glance at the wild cat still leaning in Luo Hang's arms, eyes full of strangeness and hesitation, Mandela just waved her hand casually, and a pair of new slippers for guests flew out of the shoe cabinet and landed in front of Igolin with a "pop".

"—!"

Igolin, who was still wondering if he had any chance to escape, was suddenly startled.

Only then did she realize that the girl in front of her, whom she had originally thought was just a victim of the big shot's perverted habits, was actually probably a powerful magician.

Although her own ability is almost nothing, because of her popularity, she has security when she goes out, especially when traveling long distances, so her vision is actually quite good.

Although the girl in front of him looked weak and was not even older than himself, if something really happened, seeing how she manipulated the spell so effortlessly, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to struggle.

Being crushed by someone else's pet's combat power is so sad!!

"Don't worry, Miss Igolin. Mandela still listens to me. As long as you don't provoke my cat, she won't scratch you."

Luo Hang let go of her waist with a smile, turned around and rubbed the head of the film girl named Mandela, then patted the girl's young buttocks as she looked at him with slightly twitching eyes, and said this to her.

It's like I'm really talking about a domestic cat.

"..."

Is it true that all wealthy people have some extremely perverted fetishes?

Igolin forced a smile and said "OK" to Luo Hang, then he bent down woodenly to take off his boots, put on his slippers and walked into the house.

After hesitating for a moment, feeling the warmth in the room, she took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack next to her.

Igolin, I think there is no hope!

……

When he entered the house, Igolin couldn't help but be attracted by the exquisite decorations around him.

The glass wall that clearly displays the night view of the city seems to have no end. On one side is the night view of the city overlooking all living beings, and on the other side is a magnificent hall illuminated by crystal chandeliers. Walking along the glass corridor where the night view and lights are intertwined, the lights of thousands of homes and the prosperity of the city are all at your feet, and it seems that you can feel it spontaneously... This is the so-called upper class.

Everything she had been waiting for, even beyond her imagination, was now within reach.

Driven by sufficient interests, it seems that even the most excessive things become a price worth tolerating.

"...It's really ugly, Igolin."

Igolin looked at the faint reflection of the night scene on the glass wall and muttered to himself with a hint of self-mockery.

She no longer knew when she had become like this, but even when looking back on today's events, she still seemed to have no regrets.

Even if it happened again, she would probably still stand here.

"See anything worth noting, Igolin?"

Luo Hang, who was walking in front with Mandela, turned back, smiled, hugged her from behind, lowered his head and kissed her lips naturally.

Her first kiss was snatched away so easily, without even a word of greeting. However, the truth was, all she did was to meekly raise her head, while a complex stream of thoughts raced through her mind, while accepting the man's enjoyment without any resistance.

The other party's behavior has become more and more unscrupulous, as if he has treated her as his own property, but sadly, from the moment she stood here, this was probably already the fact, but she was still too proud to admit it.

The man's kiss soon faded away. Her eyes met his dark pupils. Suddenly, she looked away with a guilty conscience, while casually finding an excuse to answer:

"I just thought the scenery was beautiful, so I took a few more glances..."

"Haha, you can enjoy the scenery anytime, but if you delay too long now, your dinner will get cold."

Luo Hang chuckled and put his arm around her shoulders as they walked forward. She couldn't tell whether the dinner was really getting cold or if the man could no longer contain himself.

Mandela, who was standing in front waiting, naturally moved to the other side of the man after Luo Hang embraced her and walked closer. There was an extra person just opposite her.

Igolin had actually seen the scene where a playboy frivolously hugged two beauties while walking on the street in TV dramas and other film and television works. However, at that time, she could still discuss it happily with her friends, but she never thought that one day she would become one of the two people being hugged.

Igolin didn't know how to describe her feelings, but this was her own choice.

……

Dinner was served in a restaurant that had a different style but was extremely luxurious.

Igolin looked carefully for a while before realizing that the many gold and silver inlaid decorations in the restaurant should be in the style of Leithnia.

"Because we crossed from Leithania into Victoria, we interacted with many Leithanian nobles along the way. Many of the things here were gifts from them."

Luo Hang said this nonchalantly as he sat down at the dining table with the two women beside him.

Because the news that the two Queens and the Queen's Voice were standing up for him in the battle of Viserheim, which was governed by Gertrude at the time, spread like wildfire, the local nobles in the cities where Rhodes Island stopped for supplies along the way responded with great enthusiasm.

There are even many gifts like this piled up in the warehouse.

But there is no doubt that the gifts given by the artistic nobles of Leithania are in no way inferior in value and beauty.

"Wow, Mr. Luo Hang is really amazing."

Igolin sighed with sparkling eyes, as if the brief sadness just now had disappeared and she had returned to the image of the pure and lively host Xiao Yi.

Should we say that she is worthy of being a popular host who needs to stand in front of the camera? Her ability to adjust her mood and manage her expressions is indeed first-class.

Perhaps there is indeed a lot of luck involved in Igolin's success along the way, but the fact that she has reached her current position on her own shows that Miss Igolin's basic qualities as a host are unquestionable.

As for success, it is a path that cannot be separated from luck.

Luo Hang seemed to have noticed nothing and had no intention of exploring Miss Igolin's mental journey. Instead, he enjoyed Miss Igolin's flattery and shook his chopsticks.

"Let's eat first. These are all specially made by the chef. Igorin probably hasn't tasted much of Da Yan cuisine, right?"

"Well, that's true. It was past lunchtime at noon, and I only had a simple bite to eat. I haven't experienced the taste of the legendary Da Yancai at all."

Igolin spoke excitedly, picking up the chopsticks in front of him, and then,

"Uh--"

Miss Igolin gave him an embarrassed yet cute expression, "I don't think I know how to use it..."

"It's okay, it's okay. I can help Xiao Yi~"

Luo Hang smiled and used his chopsticks to pick up the dishes and put them in front of Miss Igolin. Igolin also understood and took the initiative to open her lips painted with cherry-colored lipstick, so that he could easily put the chopsticks and dishes in.

“Hmm—”

Miss Igolin began to chew, then immediately her eyes lit up and she raised her hands and gestured continuously, making 'hmm' sounds all the time, as if she was on some weird food show.

If there were fans of Miss Igolin watching, they would definitely shout out things like "So cute" and "Xiao Yi is so great", right?

“It tastes great!”

After swallowing the food, Igolin's eyes sparkled as she exclaimed in admiration, "I originally thought it was a real cherry, but when I bit into it, I tasted flesh! The outside was sour and sweet, with a very fruity aroma, almost indistinguishable. But when I bit into it, I realized it was made of flesh, but it seemed to be more than just flesh. The texture felt different..."

Miss Igolin said this, looking at him with curiosity, waiting for an answer.

I have to say that Miss Igolin is extremely skilled in her job. With just a few words, a few expressions and glances, it's as if she were really on the show.

Especially since Igolin is wearing the same clothes she wore on the show today, the sense of presence is immediately apparent.

It must be said that Miss Igolin knows how to play to her strengths.

Although I was confused and hesitant for a while, after I adjusted myself, I immediately understood my added value as a mistress.

Not simply as a beautiful woman, but as a beautiful and popular host.

He laughed happily.

"Miss Igolin is looking at me like that. I have to try it myself to know the answer."

He picked up the second cherry with the chopsticks he had just pulled out of Miss Igolin's mouth, put it in his mouth, bit it slowly, and after savoring it for a while, he got the answer.

“Is this foie gras?”

"Hey, so it's foie gras? No wonder it doesn't feel like regular meat with muscle fibers. Instead, it feels very delicate, and the flavor of the fruit blends perfectly with the texture."

Miss Igolin nodded repeatedly, and suddenly revealed a playful smile. She reached out and picked up a cherry branch and put it into her mouth.

"Uh-huh!"

The lovely Miss Igolin looked very happy as she puffed up her cheeks and chewed.

Luo Hang also laughed at the right time.

“This isn’t actually a traditional Yan cuisine. It’s probably a dish that was developed after the chefs from Longmen and Xizhao District came into contact with each other. It’s a dish that has a certain fusion of styles.

The outer layer is probably cherry jam, with some roselle aroma and a little lemon flavor, and then it is paired with foie gras."

"Wow, is Mr. Luo Hang also a great chef in private? He can taste so many flavors at once!"

Miss Igolin showed a look of amazement and admiration. "But I feel like this dish might be more to my taste. I love it!"

"Well, as long as Miss Igolin likes it."

He laughed. "That might be because I explained it beforehand. Today's guest is a lady from Victoria, so the chefs made some special preparations. As for me, I just ate a lot, so I could taste it naturally."

"Huhu~ Mr. Luo Hang is still as humble as ever."

Igolin half-covered her lips and smiled coquettishly, then turned her head to look at the dazzling array of dishes on the dining table and turned back to look at him.

Beneath the long, slightly curved eyelashes, those beautiful eyes exude a very familiar glow of anticipation.

"Then, can Mr. Luo Hang also help with the other dishes?"

"of course can."

Naturally, he happily agreed, and while reaching out to hug Miss Igolin, he picked up some food with his chopsticks and fed it to the hostess who was leaning in his arms.

Igolin simply leaned against him with a smile, her furry ears touching the sides of his cheeks and ears, but she didn't seem to be abnormal and continued to explain herself and interact with him.

Mandela, who was sitting on the other side, glanced at her owner who seemed to be playing happily with a wild cat, curled her lips unhappily, and silently stuffed food into her mouth, biting it hard and swallowing it.

As an obedient pet, she certainly would not disturb her owner.

but,

Still very unhappy!

……

Dinner lasted nearly an hour before it ended, and the fires under the dishes used to maintain temperature had all gone out.

The hostess leaning on Luo Hang's shoulder seemed to be tired because the show had been going on for too long. Her cheeks were red and she was breathing slightly. She no longer looked as relaxed as she was at the beginning.

He slid his hands along the smooth black thermal socks on Miss Igolin's legs and pulled them out from under her skirt. He then whispered to her furry ears, blowing his warm breath:

"How about I take Miss Igolin to rest for a while?"

Igolin's eyelashes trembled, but she continued to maintain her image and smiled stiffly.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Luo Hang."

Chapter 294 Wild Cat & Smelly Cat

"Hmm... Gulp... Hah..."

Igolin panted rapidly, trying to absorb oxygen from the hot air heated by the heater between kisses.

Perhaps it was because of the wine she drank at dinner, her face and body were already hot enough, but in this place that didn't belong to her, there was no space for her to find any calmness.

This is a man's home, a place dominated by the man in her and a place she is completely unfamiliar with.

There is no need to consider using force at all. No one will come to help if you call for help, and even the police may not even visit.

Facing a man who can decide her fate with just one word, she shouldn't even have overly harsh words or reactions.

She knew that this was her own decision, and everything now was just a process she should have anticipated. However, when it really came to this, she still felt like a lamb to be slaughtered in front of the man.

Destiny, life, dignity...all her precious possessions can only be handed over to others at this moment. No matter how she comforts herself, out of human instinct, the lingering uneasiness will always linger in her heart.

She remembered how she nervously approached Luo Hang after the show.

Of course, this was the first time she did something like this. Everyone has a first time for anything, so it was impossible for her not to be nervous.

She knew she wasn't the only one who did this. How did others feel when they did it for the first time?

How nervous and uneasy, or how unwilling were those stars and idols who were rumored to have encountered unspoken rules when they did such a thing for the first time?

In the afternoon after she parted with Luo Hang, she couldn't help but think about a lot of things, but all the fantasies were not as real as the feeling of actually returning home alone with a man and being pressed on the sofa by him.

As all kinds of thoughts were running through her head, which was a little dizzy from the alcohol and the heat, she suddenly realized that her skirt seemed to have been pushed up by a hand.

I subconsciously squeezed my legs together, and immediately encountered some obstruction between my thighs.