Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 98
It was already eight o'clock in the morning when Altaïr woke up the next day.The warm sun of early winter shines on his naked upper body along the window, and there are some light red scratches on it.The fireplace in the room has long been extinguished, the windows are open, and the cold air slowly patrols the room.

"Like a cat..."

Altaïr muttered in his heart, and looked at Venata beside him.Her breathing was still long and calm, and there was no trace of what happened last night.Seeing her sleeping soundly, Altaïr felt that if he didn't make a quick decision, he would be pulled back by the bed again.So he quickly got dressed and got out of bed.

Altaïr simply took a shower, washed his hair, tidied up the hair that fell to his shoulders more or less decently, brushed the corners of his teeth, and even used dental floss.Take out the tomato juice squeezed yesterday in the cupboard and drink it, boil water, grind beans to make coffee, bake bread for two people, boil two half-boiled eggs, and concentrate on doing every action. It took a lot more than usual time.However, it was only nine o'clock, and Venata still didn't seem to wake up.

Last night, I did the thing that was not allowed to be written by the starting point review with Venata.

As long as one thinks of this situation, that feeling will strike—the body functions seem to be torn apart and scattered, and the hands, feet and face seem to be twisted in different directions, unable to bind the feelings in one place for a long time.

Anyway, there are some things that can be done, such as soaking the beans to be used at night in water, cutting the pork into thin dices, or washing the bedding that was soiled last night.However, every five minutes, he would stop restlessly and glance at Venata's room.

However, just when Altaïr was about to raise his head to look in the direction of the bedroom, Venata's lazy voice suddenly came from behind him.

"You woke up so early...yawn."

Venata stood not far behind Altaïr in a wrinkled shirt, a little listless.

"It's because you woke up too late...it hurts."

Altaïr shuddered, and was about to reply when the kitchen knife in his hand involuntarily tilted a little, cutting off a small piece of flesh on his finger.

"What happened..."

Seeing Altaïr's flustered look, Venata sighed helplessly, took two steps forward, changed the mouthwash cup to the other hand, grabbed Altaïr's cut finger and put it in her mouth to suck sucked.

Altaïr felt the wet and warm touch from his fingertips, as well as the rough tongue of the other party, which aggravated his sense of uneasiness, but his fingers were still in the other party's mouth, making him unable to withdraw Hide to other rooms to do housework.

However, Venata didn't notice Altaïr's panic, or she noticed it but didn't want to respond, she was still licking Altaïr's wound intently, and didn't open until the blood there basically stopped. The mouth made Altaïr pull his finger out.

"I still owe you three answers, until then you can just be the same as before."

Venata tossed her long blond hair to one side, and after leaving these words, she slapped her slippers and went to the bathroom.

It's easy to say... Altaïr smiled bitterly, and continued to deal with the ingredients at hand.

Sure enough, when the two of them sat at the table eating toast that they didn't know whether it was breakfast or lunch, the strange atmosphere still hadn't completely dissipated.

Fortunately, after three o'clock in the afternoon, Sophie and Mr. Statham came to Altaïr's house to visit.When the little girl ran into the room excitedly, Altaïr even breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good afternoon, Altaïr."

Mr. Statham took off his somewhat battered bowler hat and saluted Altaïr, however, behind him was a person Altaïr had seen but did not expect.

"As you have seen, this is Ms. Marisol."

Mr. Statham frankly introduced the lady behind him - Altaïr recognized it at a glance, this is the one he rescued from the two rich men who were having fun on the way to the Brave Bar that day Poor working girl.

"Hello, Mr. Brewster." Marisol extended her hand gratefully to Altaïr, "If it wasn't for you and Jason, I might have been tortured to death by those villains—after all, this kind of thing is very common in the East End .”

"I just did what every devout goddess follower would do."

Altaïr said modestly, "After all, all the hardships in the night are the trials of the goddess of the night, but those people are obviously not worthy to be the examiners of the goddess."

"This doesn't conflict with you being a gentleman of good character." Marisol praised the situation.

"Well, Mary and I both think so." Mr. Statham smiled. "By the way, I just want to tell you officially that Mary and I plan to get married in the next year."

"Oh!" Altaïr sighed in surprise, "Congratulations really, but why didn't you tell me earlier? I will prepare an engagement gift for you."

"Ah, actually, we only decided last week."

Mr. Statham touched his stubby beard, "Maybe you don't know, Mary is a follower of the god of steam and machinery, and it took us a long time to settle on many things. The important thing is that she is also very good to Sophie, And to be working in Mr. Buffett's factory, like Sophie, is more important to me than anything else."

"Jason too, he's not as irascible and disrespectful to women as other storm worshipers I've seen."

Marisol looked at Jason Statham affectionately and said.

"Indeed, while Mr. Statham is a storm believer, he is also a standard Loen gentleman."

Altaïr nodded.

"By the way, let me introduce you formally. This is my... fiancée, Miss Venata Sevens."

When talking about "fiancée", Altaïr's tone was a bit awkward, he turned his head slightly to look at Venata's face, and then continued to introduce.

"But, when I came last time, you still said..."

Sophie wanted to ask a few questions curiously, but Marisol, who noticed the sheets hanging on the balcony, interrupted the little girl first.

"Well, Sophie, I left my little beaded bag at home, can you bring it for me?"

Mary squatted down and gave Sophie soft instructions, watching the little girl bouncing towards the door. However, when she opened the door, she found another pair of men and women in black windbreakers standing at the door.

"Hey, Altaïr, it seems you have other guests."

Britten and Loretta were standing at the door, both in Nighthawk suits, and the former greeted Altaïr enthusiastically before he even entered the room.

"Today is the last day of the night mass, and it's a day to visit friends. Lolotta and I came to your house after our shift..."

When he said this, he noticed Venata who was standing in an unusually ambiguous position in the room, and his face froze.

(End of this chapter)