Rhode Island Park Project

Chapter 676 Everyone Eavesdrops Together

About the story after taking a bath...

What else can we say? Of course we just get started.

Everyone has already applied their buffs, and everyone has blood rage hanging over their heads. If anyone tries to stop them from going to the arena and having a good battle, he will either tear that person down or simply turn Mother Earth into a new arena.

Miss Tutu obviously had fully understood his weaknesses by now, for he had barely climbed onto the ring when a snow-white jade foot was stuffed into his mouth, silencing him.

The white body and long black hair of Sakta, who had just been washed clean by him, looked even more sharply contrasted under the light. She leaned against the head of the bed with a charming smile on her lips, and gracefully raised her slender white right leg. There was no shyness or stage fright, only alluring magic and charm.

The only problem is probably...

He is not a mage, so silence is of no use to him.

The attack power, attack speed, critical hit rate, and attack distance were all there. He held onto Tutu's long legs and rushed forward, entering the attack range. Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at Miss Tutu calmly, wondering what she was going to do.

The witch with long black hair raised the corners of her lips, and looked at him with a half-smile in her eyes. The teardrop mole at the corner of her eye was full of charm, and it seemed that her voice also had a strange magnetism:

"If you hit me like that, I'll bleed... Can you really bear it?"

No, no, I just want to make you bleed now.

He held Miss Tutu's jade feet in his mouth and complained in his heart.

Rather than showing weakness or begging for mercy, such words are simply temptation.

The rebellious witch who has bewitched countless people's hearts and used the emotions of countless people as canvases to manipulate them is now forced to expose her precious and fragile chastity in front of him.

With his attack power, he could completely shatter it with just a light blow.

How many people can resist such temptation?

Arturo's eyes were filled with smiles. Seeing the Demon King fall into her temptation, she also relaxed her body, gently hugged the broad and heavy body of the man pressing on her, and whispered in his ear again:

"It's really cruel, showing no mercy at all, it really hurts.

"After you've taken my virginity, what are you going to do?

"Want me to bear you a child? Grab my halo and ravage me? Or do you want to admire my ugliness more?"

Adults' words -

Of course I want them all!

……

"Hey hey hey? What's that noise?"

In the living room, Maria, who had just taken a shower, was wearing pajamas but had not yet gone to bed!

She was describing today's events in vivid detail to her aunt and Margaret, who had just returned, when she heard a beautiful soprano voice from upstairs that was not even blocked by the floor or ceiling.

"Isn't that Arturo's sister's voice? She's a musician, and she has such a beautiful voice."

Maria's face was full of sighs.

On the contrary, my aunt still had obvious shame about this kind of thing:

"The soundproofing in this house should be very good, Maria, put on your earplugs!"

"Hey, why?"

Maria's ears twitched, "Mr. Luo Hang and Sister Arturo don't mind!"

Is that the problem?!

Margaret also gave a helpless smile.

"These sounds contain Originium skills, and ordinary materials cannot block them, so -"

Maria's eyes lit up: "So Mr. Luo Hang and Sister Arturo's play is more special than imagined?"

Margaret was speechless for a moment, and looked at her younger sister with a subtle look, who was indeed of age and had an excited face, and sighed:

"So, if you don't want to be unable to help yourself at night, it's best to wear earplugs. It would be best if you can use the Originium technique to bless it."

"It's just suicide, it's not a big deal!"

Maria said cheerfully.

"..."

Margaret silently looked at her cheerful sister for a while, and probably understood that the doctor must have lowered their awareness of shame.

My aunt might be more conservative, so she still cares a little, but what Maria said... Margaret's eyes gradually became gloomy.

Although she is always a sensible and obedient sister, it seems necessary to search her room to see if there are any banned books or browsing records hidden in it.

It's not that she can't understand Maria's curiosity about this at her age, but as an older sister, it is still necessary to educate her in advance.

Maria, who had no idea that her sister was already thinking about her browsing history, was still excitedly discussing exciting topics with her aunt and sister. It was not until her aunt finally couldn't stand it anymore and kicked them out that the three women in the Linguang family finally dispersed and went back to their rooms.

Then--

"It's still crystal clear!"

After lying on the bed for two seconds, Zofia sat up in frustration, then looked at the earplugs on the bedside with a changing look in her eyes.

***

The next morning.

Zofia, with messy golden hair and a dull and vacant look in her eyes, sat in front of the dressing table in her pajamas, looking at her miserable appearance in the mirror. Then she turned her head to look at the wrinkled and dried-out sheets on her bed, and the purple underwear that she had stuffed into the corner of the bed without knowing how last night.

She slowly raised her hands to cover her face and laid down on the dressing table.

"The glory and demeanor of the Linguang family are all gone!"

After venting the despair and shame in her heart for a while, Sophia's mental state improved a little, but she was still not in a good state.

She really wore earplugs yesterday!

But... it was... she didn't know how she encountered it later, but once she started, she couldn't stop. In the end, she even threw away her earplugs. She felt like she was alone in the room and had joined the battlefield on the other side.

Anyway, I didn't sleep well the whole night, and not only did I not get enough rest, I was also very exhausted.

After trying her best to tidy up her appearance, Zofia stood up from the dressing table.

"..."

My legs feel a little weak.

She pushed the door open expressionlessly and came to the door of Maria's room.

"Knock, knock, knock! Time to get up, Maria!"

"..."

"You have 10 seconds now. If you don't open the door, I'll come in and drag you up!"

"..."

"10...5...3!"

Click.

Maria, with messy golden hair and numb and dull eyes, appeared at the door in her pajamas, with her ears drooping.

The corner of my aunt's mouth twitched.

Okay, no need to ask, she already knows what happened last night.

"In half an hour, never mind, breakfast in an hour and a half."

"Yeah, but Mr. Luo Hang and the others don't necessarily get up so early. They didn't go to bed until 4 o'clock yesterday."

How carefully are you listening?!

But what Maria said was indeed true.

Sophia hesitated.

How about... go take a look?

Chapter 677: The Zofia was sunk

Zofia swallowed.

Go to that room and take a look... Once this thought appeared, it seemed to have taken root in my mind and could not be shaken off.

There is a kind of——

It feels like the taboo of secretly reading a banned book.

Just going to take a look.

Zofia once again determined her target.

This is to confirm whether the guests have woken up so that breakfast can be arranged.

"You should go back to sleep first,"

Having made up her mind, Sofia nodded reservedly to her niece and said, "I'll check with Mr. Luo Hang. I'll call you for breakfast."

Who would have thought that Maria, who had originally looked tired, would suddenly become energetic.

"I can go too, poof!"

My aunt gave a precise and elegant slap.

"Go to sleep!"

"Oh."

Maria obediently retracted her head and closed the door.

Standing in the corridor, Sofia lifted her temples nervously for some reason and walked towards the guest room which was not too far away.

Dubin, who seemed to have been standing at the end of the corridor, glanced at her, and Zofia also knocked on the door tentatively.

"Dong dong dong."

"Mr. Luo Hang? Ms. Arturo?"

"..."

Familiar silence.

Sophia's heartbeat quickened.

"Um, am I interrupting?"

She pushed the door open quickly as if she was afraid that the other person would make a sound. A scent like orchid and musk, which was hard to tell whether it was fragrance or some other smell, drifted into her nose along with the breeze brought by the opening of the door. The moment it entered her lungs, it seemed that certain functions deep inside her body were mobilized and started to operate, causing waves of tension.

Sofia's tail swung behind her waist, and she subconsciously stepped into the room with a guilty conscience.

The ground was cleaner than she had imagined. She didn't see the clothes scattered all over the ground as she had imagined in her mind, nor did she see any strange things. She only saw a lot of traces of something that had dried up.

Sofia was in a strange mood as she recognized the familiar traces again at a glance. She turned her head to look at the scene from the floor to the wall, which was scattered like rain. Her face suddenly became hot.

This, this, this must be the cup that was knocked over, otherwise, otherwise...how could he have done that?

Zofia subconsciously recalled that although Arturo was fair and attractive, his body was actually a little thin and frail, and her gaze seemed to be drawn towards the bed.

A pair of golden eyes met hers, and Zofia was so frightened that she almost had a cardiac arrest.

Mandela, who had raised his head, retracted his gaze and continued to lie back, occupying one of Luo Hang's arms. Zofia looked at Luo Hang, who had Arturo lying in his arms and had also opened his eyes.

"Good morning, Zofia."

Luo Hang was in good spirits and smiled.

"Good morning, are you awake already?"

Zofia felt a strong sense of shame as if she had been caught doing something bad, and her face was burning, but her eyes couldn't help but sweep over Arturo, who was still sleeping soundly in Luo Hang's arms.

Because the weather was still hot, the room was kept well ventilated. The curtains were drawn facing the bed, while the other side was kept open.

The slanting bright sunlight divided the body on the bed, which was originally shrouded in shadow, into two parts. The shadow seemed quiet, while the woman's slender and well-proportioned white calves and bare feet illuminated by the sunlight appeared unusually clear and eye-catching.

Sofia saw some other dried marks on the legs that were so white that they looked unhealthy to her... The difference was very easy to identify because of the comparison with the marks on the floor, the wall, and the sheets.

"My personal biological clock is still relatively well maintained."

This is only one aspect. On the other hand, he woke up naturally when Zofia knocked on the door.