Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 210 The Appearance Kress Likes
The grain and grass were delivered to the warehouse, and a handover was made with the guarding soldiers. The guys who carried the grain and grass were handed over to ordinary soldiers. At this time, they can move freely in the barracks, and drive the car back after moving the goods.

The person traveling with Vincent was very familiar with the barracks and had acquaintances there, so he left Vincent alone and left.

Logically speaking, Vincent alone should be the best time to investigate the barracks, but Vincent knows that any changes he has now will be labeled by the people of the abandoned avenue who are staring at him.

But it's more fun that way, isn't it?

Just ask any passing soldier to get the direction of Kress' camp. Vincent walked leisurely towards Kress's camp.

Cress's camp was also guarded. After all, Cress's camp still kept a lot of important letters and other materials, so Vincent was naturally not allowed to break in like this.

The gatekeeper was also a person on the abandoned avenue. Seeing Vincent walking into the camp, he dutifully stopped Vincent.

"What? You don't know me anymore?" Vincent glanced at the two people blocking him, his brows and eyes darkened, "Get out of the way!"

Vincent's temperament was honed from the abandoned avenue, and the aura released was not something ordinary people could bear. The faces of the two young people in front of them obviously turned pale, but even so, they did not take a single step back.

Kress, you train people well.

"Of course we know you," the man on the left replied loudly, raising his head and chest, "and we are very impressed with you!"

This was an insinuation of Vincent's "traitor" behavior, but Vincent pretended not to hear it.

"Then you should know about my relationship with Kress," Vincent yelled again, "Get out of the way!"

The two soldiers guarding the gate remained unmoved, watching their noses, noses, noses, noses, and hearts, pretending to be deaf and dumb, making it clear that Vincent would not be allowed to enter.

Vincent thought that the play was enough, so he closed it as soon as it was ready, he sneered: "Okay, I won't go in, I will wait here, you go and call Kress to me."

The two looked at each other, and finally compromised. After all, no one can be sure of Vincent's position in Kress's heart now. If Kress really cares about him, wouldn't they be offending him severely?

Kress came back soon. Since she was in the military camp, she changed into a set of clothes that were easy to move. The tight-fitting waist design clearly outlined her curves, and the black high boots raised the overall visual height , the waist swayed with the movement when walking, but it was charming with a special flavor.

Kress walked up to Vincent, pinched his waist with one hand, and pointed at his chest: "Why are you here?"

Vincent took her into the camp, this time no one stopped him: "What's the matter, can't I come?"

Kress smiled and said nothing. The task of delivering food and grass was originally a trap she set for Vincent. Vincent ran to the barracks and broke into her tent directly. It is hard not to suspect that he has ulterior motives. But his method of intrusion was too low-level. Based on what she knew about Vincent, Vincent wanted to sneak into her camp without anyone noticing. There was no need to make such a big fuss, but maybe it was His blindfold.

Before he could finish his thoughts, Vincent had already pressed her on the bed, leaned over and sucked her neck, leaving red marks one after another.

"From the first time I saw you, I wanted to tear off your clothes." His voice was hoarse, and Kress's familiar light was shining in his eyes.

"Stop making trouble," Kress pushed his shoulder, not pushing hard, but her attitude was firm enough, "This place is not suitable."

The tent is not soundproof, and sometimes Kress can hear other people snoring. She doesn't want the sound of her doing bad things to reach other people's ears, and there are still two people standing outside.

Even if the demons don't value face, Kress doesn't want to be judged behind her back.

Reluctantly, Vincent turned over and lay on his back on the bed. He looked at the top of the tent, where a wind lamp was flickering. Kress stood up and straightened the clothes that were crumpled by Vincent.

"When are you going back to the city?" Vincent's hoarse voice sounded.

Kress glanced at him helplessly: "I've only been here for a day, so I won't go back until ten days and a half months later."

Indeed, Kress needs to grasp the first-hand military situation on the front line and respond quickly. There is not much time left for her to go back and enjoy the tenderness.

"Then can I come?" Vincent asked again, "I want to see you."

Kress looked at him with a half-smile: "You weren't such a pestering person before."

When Vincent was on Abandoned Avenue, the relationship between the two people was considered to be what they needed. If they wanted to, they would make an appointment, and they would leave when their needs were met. Most of the time, Vincent was accommodating her.

So he said he wanted to come, did he want to see her, or something else.

"If you like that better, I'm willing to change back," Vincent raised his hand to caress Kress's face, "but you have to remember to think of me."

For a while, Kress really couldn't figure out whether Vincent's current appearance was real or not. She didn't think Vincent was such a fragile person, but now every performance of Vincent showed that he was like that. Man, having lost everything he once had, clings to the only driftwood he can hold on to now.

But there is one thing to say, "I really miss you more than you used to be, mysterious and powerful, like an endless book, which fascinates me." Although Vincent's occasional fragile appearance is also very delicious now, but Mozu still has Mu Qiang in his heart.

Of course, Kress wanted to see this powerful man prostrate at her feet, and that kind of sight made her blood boil the most.

Things were a little different from what he had imagined, and it seemed that Kress was not very satisfied with the image he had created now.

"I understand." Vincent stroked back the bangs that made him look harmless and pure, and took off the glasses that increased his frail aura, revealing a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes behind the glasses, and he found them again In the state when the avenue was abandoned, evil spirits were uninhibited.

Just like this, Kress clearly remembers that when she first came to the human race, in order to finalize the cooperation, she personally went to the abandoned avenue for an interview. The man was casually leaning on the back of the sofa. Glancing at her lightly, she felt an electric current creeping up her spine, making her mouth dry and unable to look away at all.

(End of this chapter)