Angel Son of Tomorrow's Ark

"I said... that's what you want to do?"

This Her Lady Queen looked down upon Luo Zhen condescendingly.

The purple cat pupils showed the demeanor of shaking S, which made Luo Zhen couldn't be better.

She said with disgust:

"Are you a man? Then be patient... just because you are a man so you can't help it? Ha..."

The aunt let out a big sigh, and the leg held by Luo Zhen writhed restlessly.

She is not used to being so close to men, and is very sensitive to other people's touch and body temperature.

Especially now, her most sensitive part is under the control of a man, which makes her feel extremely restless.

For an ordinary woman, to do this kind of thing with a man... let alone that the other party is neither her husband nor her lover, of course it is immoral.

Shirtel does not have the ethics of ordinary people, and he is also very unfamiliar with the unspoken rules of this kind of interpersonal communication.

But even so, she instinctively felt something close to shame.

This feeling made her feel hot all over, especially her chest was itchy and stuffy, and she really wanted to scratch it.

But it's embarrassing to say this, and it's hard to refuse now.

So, Aunt Shirtel snorted proudly:

"Anyway, I still owe you favors, so do what you want, pervert."

"But let me declare in advance, don't hurt me. Otherwise, I'll stab... ah~!"

Before Shirtel finished his harsh words, Luo Zhen, who couldn't wait, had already started.

This weird and wet touch made Shirtel very uncomfortable, and made an unprecedented shrill cry.

This cute reaction made Luo Zhen very happy and wanted to continue watching.

But Shirtel's body was very uncooperative, which made Luo Zhen very uncomfortable.

So he hugged Stelter's leg and coaxed her and said:

"Hey, relax your body, I won't hurt you if you leave it to me."

"That's right, that's it, put your paw...ah no, lift your leg up, don't hold it."

Luo Zhen held Shirtel's beautiful legs, let her hang on his own, and was painting her nails.

The bright red rose dyed her full toenails, and the unique banana water smell of cosmetics made people excited.

Luo Zhen seemed to be embellishing a work of art, very focused on the graceful limbs in front of him.

Shirtel's face was reddish, and his legs were warmed by Luo Zhen.

But after all, I agreed to let him do it, and it would be too embarrassing to refuse now, and my aunt couldn't hold back her face.

So she had to sigh again:

"You man is really weird. Men outside are also like you. Would you do this to a woman?"

Luo Zhen: "I don't know, but there will be, right?"

Mr. Luo Zhen focused on the work in front of him without even raising his head.

And surprisingly, his technique is quite good.

Shirtel calmed down a little, and after getting rid of his shame, he found that the man didn't take the opportunity to moles him, on the contrary he looked very professional.

Luo Zhen continued:

"My family's Angel and Texas are also painted with my help. For lovers or couples, I think it's quite normal to do this kind of thing."

"...What are you talking about, man, I'm not your lover and husband and wife."

Shirtel blushed slightly, resisting the urge to grab his toes.

To ease the shame that made her itch, Stelter looked at her paws... no, fingers.

Before Luo Zhen touched her legs, he had already painted her fingers.

At first, they were just bored, the other women on the Sanctuary were talking about cosmetics, and they asked Stelter by the way.

She has no memory. Although she knows what cosmetics are in her knowledge, she is also very strange.

After learning that Shirtel had never put on makeup and could still have such a good skin and appearance, the women shouted that she was cheating, and began to touch her hurriedly.

This made Shirtel, who was not used to interpersonal communication, very uncomfortable, and almost wanted to draw his sword.

At this time, Luo Zhen, who was washing and drying the clothes for the women, proposed to ask Shier Teer to try makeup.

The women of Penguin Logistics are also very enthusiastic. Helping people with makeup is always a game that women never get tired of.

Shirtel was not too interested in this kind of thing at first, and wanted to refuse.

But Luo Zhen couldn't hold back with her big mouth... and it wasn't that she was completely uninterested in makeup, so she was picked up.

In the end, somehow, Luo Zhen helped her paint her nails in the end.

Shirtel looked at his bright crimson fingers, and couldn't help but pouted subtly:

"What about red... I don't hate red, it's the same color as my hair after all."

"But it's rose-colored, right? It's the same name as yours, it's Rozen."

Luo Zhen: "I also wanted to ask you about this."

Luo Zhen gently blew towards Shirtel's toes, causing her to hum sensitively.

the man asked:

"How do you know the meaning of my name? This is not the language of Lateran, and even the angels don't know the meaning of my name. The language that is relatively close is the language of Letania, and it is an ancient language that has long been out of use." There is the word."

The aunt snorted: "How do I know, it just popped up in my head."

"And I only know the meaning of the name, I don't know any Lateran or Letania."

"yes."

Luo Zhen nodded lightly, and accepted Shier Teer's statement.

She has always been straightforward and honest, without any trace of lying or concealing.

So she might really only know the language.

And for Luo Zhen, it was already a surprise to have someone who heard his name and immediately understood the meaning.

The word Rozen is German, a language out of this world.

The official language of Letania is relatively close in Terra, but the difference is already very large.

If it is a Leitanian scholar with a lot of knowledge like Eyjafala, it is normal to speculate on the meaning of his name.

But Shirtel doesn't even know what Letania is, let alone understand the ancient language.

So she probably really knows [German].

Of course, there is another possibility.

That means she knows herself, knows [Luo Zhen] this person.

But this is impossible, Luo Zhen secretly vetoed it.

However, considering the situation of Queen Wan, this may not be completely impossible.

After experiencing what happened to Dr. Wan Queen and the sarcophagus, Luo Zhen doesn't trust his own memory now.

The 20 years of my life since I was born in Rutland have been flawless, and there must be no part that has been transformed.

Unless I didn't know it, and was transformed into memory by a monster like the Black Snake like Tallulah.

But if you think about conspiracy theories in this regard, there is no bottom line, so let's not consider it for now.

So what is problematic is not my memory in [this life], but in my [past life].

"Where did I come from, and where am I going..."

Luo Zhen muttered subconsciously.

This made Sylter hear it.

She looked deeply at the man playing with her legs, and whispered:

"Don't you know who you are? Like me?"

Luo Zhen smiled and said: "It's not that I don't know, I just want to know more."

"This is the scope of philosophy. Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going? There are very few people in the world who can answer these questions. They are all saints."

"Hmph, what a hassle."

Shirtel sighed irritably, and put the painted leg on the back of the sofa chair.

Looking at her bright red toenails, she couldn't say she was in a bad mood.

She said frankly:

"I am who I am. Even if I don't remember anything, no matter what others say, I am still me."

"I want to find the memories of the past because I think about it myself. If one day I have something more I want to do, then maybe it doesn't matter."

"The point is what I want to do. No one can force me or dominate me. As long as I do this, then I will always be me."

Ms. Steele's expression is quite handsome.

This kind of arrogance and self-confidence from the bottom of her heart is the source of her strength.

Luo Zhen also nodded with emotion:

"Well said. It's a bit convoluted, but well said."

"In other words, if I give you something you want to do more, Ms. Shrettle, maybe you will give priority to this side, right?"

"Hmph~, then it depends on whether you have the ability."

The great aunt lifted her chin proudly, and her peeping cat eyes became even cuter.

... yo yo yo ...

Ten steps away from the two of them, the three losers of Penguin Logistics were drinking soy milk and staring at them.