My Prime Minister is so cute

It is quite normal to give a rather sexy piece of underwear to an editor of an adult magazine.

But if it's just for underwear, why wear a cape? And it seems that there is not much material inside the cape???

"Um, thank you."

Although he was puzzled, Bird politely declined, "But no thanks."

The main reason is that there is no place to put it in my hand, and it doesn’t seem appropriate to give it to anyone.

"No, no, no, please, Mr. Bird, please accept it."

Misabel said seriously, "It was very hard for me to get here, so I must not waste it."

Bird: “???”

So, damn, is that why you're still wearing it? It's a little more reserved than wearing it for yourself, but it's only the difference between 9999 and 10000 steps! And please don't say such outrageous things with such an innocent and lovely face! The contrast is too stark!!!

"Wait a moment, I'll get it out."

Misabel said.

So, in front of Bird.

Misabelle first tucked her exposed hands into the loose sleeves of the cloak, so that her entire body except her head was inside the cloak, a bit like a big black trash can.

After completing the preparatory actions.

Then, the cloak began to tremble continuously in small amounts.

It seemed like she was doing some minor movements inside, requiring both hands and the coordination of her body. She even trembled a bit, as if she was almost falling when she lifted her foot inside the cloak, and she almost lost her balance.

Hey, hey, hey! What the hell are you doing under that cloak?

Bird's eyes widened, wishing he had a pair of X-ray eyes to see what was going on under the cloak.

But the thickened and long cape that Misabelle chose was like a long skirt that dragged on the ground. It covered everything tightly and no one could see anything.

Damn it, she's worthy of being the editor of an adult magazine. With the cloak covering her, I can't see any details inside, yet she's a million times more intimidating than if she were right in front of him. If it weren't for the law, I'd even have the urge to rip the cloak off!!!

Especially the contrast between her quiet and good-natured appearance.

No, my blood pressure is too high.

The more Bird thought about it, the more restless he became. He quietly changed his sitting position and crossed his legs.

At this time, Misabel's operation was nearing its end.

With a slight blush on her face, she stretched her hands out from the sleeves of her cloak again. At the same time, two pieces of black cloth of unknown meaning came out...

"Please accept it, Mr. Bird."

Misha Belair respectfully handed Bird the two pieces of fabric from the cover of the new issue of "Happy Paradise" and said, "Please use them without mercy!!!"

The transparent black fabric with lace still has a trace of warmth in my hand.

Bird's heart was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

God damn, use it well! How do you want me to use it? How do I use this piece of fabric that came from your body?

Although for the readers using the cover of "Happy Paradise", this fresh and real thing is indeed an unimaginable treasure, but he is not that kind of person! He is not a pervert who has strange thoughts about young girls' underwear! ! !

"Do you like it, Mr. Bird?"

Misabel's face was flushed, and she pursed her lips, seeming a little shy.

If there weren't two pieces of black cloth in his hands.

Bird almost believed it.

It is so shameless and needs to be severely criticized.

It's no wonder that a magazine like this would be criticized for being immoral, and its president is the most immoral one!

Bird silently stuffed the fabric into his pocket.

"Oh my, it seems that Teacher Bird likes it very much." Misabelle smiled when she saw this.

"Don't get me wrong, I just think this fabric is very soft and next to my skin, so I'm planning on giving it to someone."

Bird looked righteous.

"Hey, does Mr. Bird like this kind of fun?" Misabelle chuckled. "Which girl are you planning to give it to? Is it Sarah?"

"No, no, no, Sarah and I are simply partners."

Bird denied it, saying, "It's pure revolutionary friendship, the kind between comrades."

What a joke! There's no way Sarah would accept this. She would definitely be so embarrassed that she would throw a fireball at herself in the face.

Misabelle blinked slightly.

She totally didn't believe such words. After all, she heard the two of them shaking each other at the door last time, and they actually said that it was a simple cooperative relationship.

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

Misabel didn't expose this, but smiled and turned to leave.

As mentioned earlier, the hem of the cloak she wore was very long, so long that it dragged on the floor, like a long skirt.

So, just like many long dresses that drag on the ground, this cape also had a similar problem. The consequence of choosing a longer style for confidentiality was that she accidentally stepped on the edge of the cape and fell forward...

"ah--"

Chapter 148 What is Under the Girl's Cloak?

The moment Misabel fell.

Bird swore he didn't want to see it at all.

His hobbies were intelligent, voluptuous adult women, and he wasn't the least bit curious about what lay beneath Misabelle's cloak; after all, it wasn't his hunting ground. At best, he was a bit curious about what she wore underneath, but he had absolutely no desire to personally verify it.

But things happened so fast, everything happened in a flash.

Moreover, Misabel fell towards the door, which meant that her cloak was facing where he was sitting.

Then Bird saw what was under the girl's cloak.

It's different from what I imagined.

She was actually wearing some proper clothes under the cloak. Her petite body was wrapped in a warm pure white shirt, the kind that was usually worn innermost in winter, without any patterns and with a little bit of cotton lining.

It's a bit uncouth to wear such clothes on the street.

But it is much better than imagined that there is nothing in the cloak. At least it can be worn on the street.

"Eh?"

Bird was stunned for a moment and said in shock: "You are wearing something underneath."

"Why is Mr. Bird so shocked?" Misabelle blinked. "Is there anything strange about wearing clothes?"

"Of course it's strange!"

Bird said, "Your movements were so strange before, I thought you were empty inside!"

"Mr. Bird has a really rich imagination." Misabelle couldn't help but shake her head. "After all, there's no way I'd walk down the street in just my underwear, even if I were wearing a cloak. I'm not a nympho."

"Besides, in this weather, if you really don't wear anything, you'll definitely catch a cold, right?"

"Well, that's true," Bird frowned. "But don't you think it's a little hard to believe for someone who gave away the lingerie to say that? And if he's wearing clothes, why is he wearing a cloak? What's the point?"

"It's very simple."

Misabel explained, "Because I wear my underwear outside my shirt, I need to wear a cloak to cover it."

Bird: “Huh?”

Wearing underwear outside a shirt? Do you think you're Superman? Even if Superman were, he'd be wearing normal underwear, not black lace ones! A Superman like that would definitely get reported by parents and banned!!!

"As for the reason, it's very simple..."

Misabel said seriously, "Because I want Mr. Bird to experience the feeling of a girl taking off her own underwear and giving it to him. Isn't that cool? It should be a scene that every boy has fantasized about, right?"

Could you please stop using that serious tone and making such outrageous remarks?

"In summary, I chose to wear underwear over my shirt and long johns, and then put a cloak on the outside."

Misabelle smiled. "Looking at Mr. Bird's expression just now, he must be very excited, right? This proves that my strategy is very successful."

It seems that the editor-in-chief is quite proud of this.

Although considering the results, she didn't expose her body to men, nor did she give men underwear, so it should be very healthy... What the hell! No matter how you look at it, it's very unhealthy!

Bird sighed tiredly, "I think I understand. Thank you for your kindness, Ms. Editor-in-Chief."

From a certain perspective, it is indeed a very novel experience...

After saying this, the two pieces of clothing in Bird's hands suddenly became tasteless - he originally thought that they were the original smell that was so outrageous that it was impossible to say anything, but he didn't expect that there was a layer of shirt between them. Now, at most, they were just heated by body temperature.

Casually toss the two warm pieces of cloth aside.

Bird noticed that Misabel was still sitting on the floor, motionless, and seemed to have no intention of leaving.

"Is there anything else?" he asked doubtfully.

"Sorry, for some reasons, I may have to disturb you for a while." Misabel replied.

"why?"

"I twisted my ankle when I fell just now," Misabel said calmly. "I'm sitting on the carpet and resting now, trying to recover. I should be fine soon. Mr. Bird, please don't worry about it. Just do your own thing."

Bird: “…”

How could I not care?

Bird walked to Misabel's side, squatted down, and pulled aside the cloak that had been very attractive to him not long ago, revealing the editor-in-chief who was included in it.

As I just said, the editor-in-chief was wearing a shirt and long johns, and a pair of small leather shoes.

"Offended."

As Bird spoke, he took off the leather shoe on the editor-in-chief's right foot, revealing a small foot wearing white socks. Then he reached out and rolled up the bottom edge of the autumn trousers a little, exposing the sprained ankle.

With the naked eye, it can be seen that there is obvious swelling, which seems to be quite serious.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

Bird glanced at the editor-in-chief and was slightly surprised.

"Indeed, a little bit." Misabel nodded honestly, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Bird thought for a moment and took out a small bottle of alcohol from his pocket.

The daily tasks of the resignation system often yielded some meaningless garbage rewards, but occasionally there were also some supplies such as bandages and alcohol, which were not of high value but very useful in emergencies. Considering that the system could store and access reward items at any time, Bird also stockpiled some supplies.

These include but are not limited to five sandwiches, flint, a box of drinking water, 500ml of 75-degree disinfectant alcohol, gauze, compressed biscuits and other emergency supplies.

Bird can proudly say that if it were thrown into the wilderness now, it would have no problem lasting a month.

It comes in handy right now.

Although there is no ointment to treat bruises and injuries, alcohol can also play a certain role in reducing inflammation and swelling, and also has the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

"I don't have any medicine, so let's just deal with it first."

After Bird said this, he poured the alcohol into the palm of his hand and then applied it to the red and swollen ankle, applying it gently to ensure even distribution.

With the evaporation of alcohol.

The heat from the sprained part was taken away, and the cool feeling relieved the pain. The pain on Misabel's face was slightly relieved, and the fine beads of sweat no longer oozed from her forehead.

However, although the pain has eased a little, the swelling in the ankle does not seem to go away for a while, and I still cannot walk for a short time.

Chapter 149 Hami Melon Flavor

If you have sprained your ankle and there is no fracture, the best treatment is ice and rest.

There's nothing wrong with applying ice; it's easy to get an ice towel in this weather.

After helping the editor-in-chief from the carpet to the sofa, Bird looked at the time and found that no matter how he calculated it, it was not enough.

The problem is rest.

This kind of sprain requires avoiding activities. At least one should rest for an hour to observe the situation, and then make further judgments based on the severity. During this time, Sarah and Sophia, who were out, will be back. The three of them have made an appointment to go to the Grand Theater in Central City to watch a play in the afternoon.

"Look, Editor Misabel." Bird thought for a moment, "Do you live nearby? I'll carry you home."

"It's not particularly far from home, but that would be too much trouble for Mr. Bird," Misabel asked. "Can't we just sit here? I think I can just rest for a while."