Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

"..."

Moved.

But this is certainly not a coincidence.

It was unknown when those eyes had opened, and they looked at Su Ming in the dim space.

Did she hear it again?

"Are you going to punish me?"

“This is not a punishment.”

"I know. But punishment and repayment of favor are the same to me."

"..."

The thought of her reaching out.

In reality, she really reached out her hand.

"..."

Why can she still smile when I turn her over and press her under me?

"...Please have mercy."

Ok?

Sound familiar?

"Did I do the same as you taught me before this time?"

I remembered.

At first, I wanted to be sold as a commodity as soon as possible. Noelia said this after a long pause. She said she saw a friend say this.

Friend... the one who betrayed her? Whoever I told her, the one who killed her parents.

"I have killed them. I took out his and her intestines and threw them away."

"So, now it doesn't mean anything else. And I don't feel bad about it."

"..."

"I only have one question in mind: Is there a product that meets your expectations?"

Can not be done.

This look...

"Your reaction is getting stronger and stronger."

"Please go on. I'm willing to do it."

And willingly.

Her rationality began to collapse layer by layer as she took Su Ming's hand with one hand and pressed it against her chest, while holding Youyi with the other hand.

Sitting on her belly.

Open her heart. Witness the miracle of the baby canteen swinging.

"Hold it well."

"Do this?"

"Shrink your shoulders, use your hands..."

hiss.

Without saying it out loud, she already knew what Su Ming wanted. She even took steps that Su Ming didn't intend to say out loud.

That is to say, when you raise your head, your lips and teeth will touch each other.

12 month 17 day.

early.

It was bright.

Noelia dressed silently.

"You need to take a shower."

"No, I didn't feel dirty after wiping it. I'll leave it until I find a place to take a shower next time."

"..."

real or fake?

Your stomach and baby mess are so polluted, and you can just wipe them and put on clothes?

As for the results... it's really boring.

“I couldn’t help it…”

"Why do you want to endure it?"

"I'm not talking to you."

"..."

Noelia paused and looked around, "Is there anyone else here?"

"..."

"You don't want to do what you just did to me?"

"You do not understand."

"I hope you will do whatever you want. Apart from punishment and reward, you said yourself that I should live for you in the future. Only if you really do something for me that makes me feel alive, can I understand that I am really living for you."

"..."

It's completely different.

All aspects. The mood of speaking, now more willing to speak.

【Favourability: 49】

[Description: Because of what you did, I have the seeds of life. I want to try to be a person who is reborn in order to serve you, as a Fiji, as a maid, as everything belongs to you]

but.

Is the favorability increasing too fast?

I clearly remember that it was less than 20 when I was riding on her belly before dawn, but it was 49 after we were done?

No.

Could it be that I have a naturally trembling body and a natural charm skill? I can capture enemies just by trembling?

"I have no interest in getting married."

"Because you lost your wife? I'm just like you. I have no interest in a life of marriage or anything like that."

"..."

"Oh, sorry. I just noticed you had weed on your cheek."

12 month 20 day.

noon.

"Oro Shizukukuni?"

"There has been some friction between our country and them recently, so it's a little difficult to get through. Three thousand five hundred gold notes, I'll give you five thousand for two people."

He found a local tyrant who could cross the border to another country.

I was wearing a headscarf. I looked at my face facing the river. It was ugly, with pockmarks all over it... I looked like an old woman wearing a headscarf that only mothers would wear.

He is the same. Like a middle-aged man.

So far, I have never met a man that I like. I felt the same way about him at first. But why is that now? I feel that he is more and more pleasing to the eye.

He takes care of me like a father or mother... Not really. He's not that gentle, and most of the time he thinks and does things a step behind. For example, when we were setting up the tent, I thought that since it wasn't big enough for two people to sleep, I should sleep outside.

He agreed, but after sleeping for a while, he asked me to get up and rebuild the tent. He also wanted me to sleep in the tent.

In fact, I don't think there is much difference between sleeping in a tent and sleeping outside with clothes on. I can even count the stars when sleeping outside, but I can't do that inside.

I had a strange feeling, one I hadn't had before.

Once I had insight into what he wanted to do with me, I felt relieved.

If he took action against me, at that moment... I seemed to have really forgotten everything. I only cared about his expression, what he was going to do, and his insightful thoughts clamoring about what he was going to do to me.

He will still miss his wife.

Are you a very nostalgic person?

Only good people would give money to farmers. He didn't need to pretend to be so.

Can I really go on living?

I'm already trying this.

12 month 20 day.

Night.

"Here we go again. Didn't I say it wasn't necessary?"

"..."

For me, it's enough to say it out of gratitude or to practice living for him.

But he had said many times before that it was not necessary and he would let me pay it back in other ways.

So, the reason why I continued to press his face against my chest...

do not know.

So, I can only answer with one sentence.

“…I don’t know why, but I want to do this.”

"what?"

"…I feel like the blockage in my chest is gone, and I feel relieved. I'm sorry."

"It's not something I need to apologize for... Do you feel relieved?"

"..."

Why were my cheeks burning? It was as if I had been caught eating the fruit that my parents had said they were going to sell.

"I have to leave the country tomorrow. If I want to visit the graves..."

“It may be a long time before I can come back.”

"..."

But he didn't seem to notice my embarrassment, nor did he object or reject my sudden answer...which I couldn't understand myself. My breath was beating near my chest.

I gradually felt at ease.

Tomb sweeping?

I want to repair the graves of my parents and pay my respects whenever I have the chance. But I am the same as him, definitely the same... As long as I remember, my parents will always be alive. The same goes for his wife.

"?"

"What the hell... oh I can't breathe! A pseudo-god and devil?!"

"Sorry, I was distracted."

I seem to be getting a little weird.

But I really want to live. I am still looking forward to whether he will suddenly be consistent with what he said and thought today and what he will do to me.

"Go to bed early. We have important things to do tomorrow."

Not saying what you mean.

I lied before, in fact I didn't hear it at all at some point. It was only later when they pushed me down that I started to hear it.