chsdbacks Chapter 214 Fors's Chapter
Chapter 214 Fors's Chapter
Chapter 214 Fors's Round
The Fifth Age.
Monday, June 27th.
That day, Fors heard that Hugh not only had a big commission, but might also be back late that night. She was secretly delighted, but she remained outwardly calm and kept her listless appearance so that the "arbitrator" would not notice anything unusual.
After Hugh left, Fors, who was usually at home with her hair unkempt, surprisingly started dressing up, even reluctantly putting down her beloved cigarettes for the time being, and dressed as if she were going to attend an arts and culture salon hosted by nobles.
After finishing all that, she quickly tidied up the room and then silently repented to Mr. Fool in her heart.
In any case, it is indeed a bit shameful and offensive to have Mr. Fool relay the message about arranging a time, thankfully Mr. Fool is not human.
Since Mr. Fool is not human, there's no need to shy away from such things; just treat it as a normal procedure.
bang bang.
A knock came at the door. Excluding the possibility of him returning after leaving, it could be...
Miss Salty Fish, who could even kill without batting an eye, was surprisingly nervous at this moment, even showing a hint of regret. Had she agreed too hastily? This kind of thing was indeed absurd; at least, it shouldn't have been a contract made in a place like a tarot club.
Although no one knows anyone at the tarot reading session...
Despite being very nervous, Fors dared not refuse to open the door. When she opened it, she saw a bunch of kumquats, followed by a rather handsome gentleman.
Brown hair, gray eyes—it was impossible to tell if he was wearing a disguise; I'd never seen him before.
"Nice to meet you, Magician Lady."
Xia Er stuffed the things she had bought into Fors's hands, then pulled Fors aside and walked directly through her into the living room. She lay down on the sofa that Fors usually held, and casually picked up the fashion magazine that Fors had just bought yesterday to read.
Is this an angel?
Could this be someone from the Tamara family? Or perhaps a descendant of the Angel family, who had a long-standing marriage alliance with Abraham?
Just by looking at the other person's sitting posture, Fors could tell that he must be a veteran at lying down and slacking off. In her heart, the halo and labels of "angel" had been almost completely shattered.
"Don't you have any manners?"
When Fors saw that Xia Er had actually pulled out the snacks and beer she had bought, she almost lost control of her voice.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't drink this kind of cheap stuff."
Chael casually tossed a can of beer to Fors, who then picked up a bag of nuts and started eating.
Inferior quality?
Not drinking?
Fors, who had just caught the beer, felt like she had been hit with a critical strike. Looking at her favorite beige dress, she felt like all her makeup had been wasted. The other person had spent more time looking at her than reading that fashion magazine.
"Do you even know what you're here for?"
Fors said angrily, throwing aside her beloved beer, walking to the sofa, snatching the nuts and magazine from Xia'er's hands, then squatting down in front of him, cupping his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her:
"Show me the parts you should be looking at!"
"How do I look in this outfit?"
No praise, no amazement, no desire, no self-awareness whatsoever—who do you look down on?
Xia Er looked at Fors, who was filled with anger, but his gaze remained unchanged as he focused on Fors's rather decent face.
Fors's demands were too much for him; he couldn't be impressed at all.
There don't seem to be any suitable adjectives to use to praise someone.
You can't exactly say, "You dressed up very carefully," can you?
Xia Er didn't put in much effort; he simply covered Fors's mouth with his tongue. Fors's body stiffened for a moment, and she tried to push him away, but couldn't. Then she closed her eyes.
The communication went very smoothly.
When Xia Er loosened her grip on Fors, she easily retrieved the magazine and nuts.
After he casually cracked open a nut and fed it to Fors, Fors seemed to have figured something out. She found a comfortable position, turned to the page she wanted to read in the magazine, and nudged the scoundrel next to her with her elbow.
What are you standing there for? Peel some nuts for me.
Xia Er wasn't angry. He wrapped his arms around Fors's waist and peeled nuts, occasionally discussing the contents of the magazine with Fors, without feeling that anything was wrong.
Fors didn't see anything wrong with it. She had come to terms with it; it wasn't a blind date, so she might as well skip the unnecessary things.
They're just ordinary pen pals; there's no need to ask so many questions like it's a census.
After reading the magazine for a while, Fors got up, took two glasses, cut the beer in half, and placed one in front of Xia'er, saying:
"Give me the time of day, could you drink a little?"
Let's roll the dice.
Xia Er didn't refuse; he just didn't like it, not that he couldn't drink it.
"I'll go get it."
A smile appeared in Fors's light blue eyes. After speaking, he went into the room and found a die.
The two joked and played around, and naturally got the matter settled.
Fors remembered that she couldn't do anything in the living room, and knew to take Xia Er to her own room.
Aside from her initial awkwardness, she adapted quickly, especially after realizing how skilled Xia Er was, so there was nothing to be shy about.
Afterwards, she pulled out her cigarette from somewhere and took a satisfying puff.
As for the image issue?
Does it matter?
If you care, then let's not meet up next time. We're just pen pals, it's not like we have any serious relationship.
Fors felt no psychological pressure letting Xia Er inhale secondhand smoke.
Chael wasn't particularly interested in cigarettes, but was more interested in papaya milk.
Fors shuddered, and a section of the cigarette in his hand suddenly burned.
She originally wanted to scold him, but she had started smoking first, and gradually felt something strange, so she finally put out the cigarette with a red face.
Cigarettes are somewhat unhealthy, so I'll wait until later to smoke one; it's a bit of a hassle.
"Stop fooling around, hurry up."
The two of them even skipped lunch for a while.
Finally, for the first time ever, Fors cooked the meal himself.
Although it was just a very ordinary lunch, a sandwich and mushroom soup.
Xia Er tried it, and it actually tasted pretty good.
This girl is just lazy, it doesn't mean she can't cook.
She has lived alone for a long time, so her life skills are definitely top-notch.
"Take your time eating."
Fors picked up a sandwich and went back to her room to clean up the mess. She was still worried that if Xiu came back and saw it, she wouldn't be able to explain herself. So, she squatted down in the bathroom and picked up the washboard, something she hadn't done in a long time.
Putting on makeup, cleaning, cooking, tidying up the room... Fors sat on a small stool, seriously suspecting she was bleeding from the blood loss.