"What a naughty child!" Kleist let out an incomprehensible chuckle and reached out to hold Dolores' delicate face, slurding out of his mouth.

Dolores was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, her eyes were full of water, and her shallow eyes were even more watery and moving, and they were also pitiful.

"How can you scare me so much!" Kleist muttered under his breath, admitting that he was really scared, that it was a terrible feeling, that he didn't want to try it a second time, and as the culprit, Kleist felt that he should let her taste the moisturization too.

Intuition told Doloris not to irritate Kleist at this time, even if she wanted to scream and invite people outside the door, but she didn't have the courage, she just kept shaking her head, and with a slight blink of her eyes, tears rolled down from those beautiful big eyes.

Kleist raised his fingertips to touch the tears that rolled down like beads of broken thread, and then put them in his mouth, looking at Dolores with a smile: "Do you want to taste it?" Not bitter. ”

Dolores was alarmed, and subconsciously bit her lip, swallowing back the cry that was about to be blurted out, and then shook her head, trying to make herself smile pitifully, her voice was thin and small, faint like a little beast that had not yet been weaned.

"Don't do that, Kleist, you're really scaring me, I...... I... Not intentionally. ”

Kleist nodded, his eyes crooked, but the laughter clearly did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Alright! My poor girl, I certainly believe you didn't mean to. Seeing Dolores smile flatteringly, Kleist showed a meaningful expression: "Let me guess when you woke up, when Field arrived, right?" Clever and cunning girl, you heard that he was going to send you home, so you pretended not to wake up, you deceived Field, even the shrewd Michael was deceived by you, because of your beautiful appearance, who can believe it! A girl who is purer than an elf can play two big men around, I really should applaud you, don't I? Kleist's golden eyes locked on Dolores, stroked his palm at the right time, and showed an expression of admiration.

Obviously this is not Kleist's praise from the heart, of course Dolores understands this, the little hand holding the skirt is loose and tight, tight and loose, she tells herself in her heart, relax, don't offend this madman, you just picked up a life from the hands of death, do you have to relive the fear of death again because of this madman? Of course not, no one would want to experience that feeling, especially for Dolores, whose life is in the hands of others, and she wants to only live, even if she loses as much as she loses.

"Kleist, trust me, I really didn't cheat anyone." Dolores tried to reach out and hook Kleist's fingers, trying to make her tone less weak.

Doloris was so immature that her mind was almost entirely written on her face, and it was easy for the cunning Kleist to see through her, but he was happy to accompany the little girl at this moment, because of her rare flattering attitude, calling her name with that sweet voice, it was really a sweet and torturous thing, and this torture, Kleist believed that any man would be happy to enjoy.

"My girl, how are you going to prove it!" Kleist smiled shallowly, his long narrow eyes narrowed.

Doloris was stunned, the instinct to survive occupied her entire mind, she raised three fingers, and said softly: "I swear to creation, the world, and God......"

Kleist interrupted her and let out a snort, "Come on, my girl, Creation, the World, and God will not accept the vows of a cunning bad boy. Holding Dolores' jaw with his hand, forcing her to lift her delicate little face, Kleist traced the trembling body with his eyes, licked the corners of his mouth, and smiled wickedly: "I can give you a better advice than to make me believe in your vows, my girl, to please me and make me happy, and perhaps I will not pursue your impending thoughts." ”

Dolores looked at Kleist puzzled, and didn't react to the deep meaning of his words at the first time, until Kleist slowly leaned over, took her lips, and snatched her breath, she didn't understand what Kleist wanted to do to her, anger and fear made Dolores struggle, she even clenched her fists and pounded Kleist's body, but in the next second, Kleist firmly clasped her hands and held them high above her head.

Doloris, who was robbed of her breath, gradually lost her strength, she even longed for Kleist to pass her breath, this is the instinct of survival, no one can blame this poor girl, she has lost a life, of course, she knows how to cherish more, and the providence, the world, and the favor of God did not bring much color to her life, she lives every day in fear of losing her life at any time, no one can understand this feeling.

Kleist didn't want Dolores to die under a kiss, he let go of the hand that imprisoned her slender wrist, and gently traced it on her lips with the tip of his tongue, leaving a moist watery glow, of course he knew that he cared about Dolores not just because he wanted to collect this beauty, this concern was no longer in his expectations, people often called it liking, and liking someone, it seemed that he should be good to her as a matter of course, instead of forcing her to make her afraid of herself, But this was not Kleist's strong point, and he knew from the director that his existence should be feared, and only then would others submit to him and obey his orders.

Kleist's uncontrollable body trembled a little, and he could hardly suppress the desire that came from the bottom of his heart, even if it made Dolores fear himself for the rest of his life! She is so delicate and immature, her existence should be trembling and frightened to live in fear of others, and all he wants is her concern for herself, even if this qiē is a negative feeling, her eyes and heart can only have him alone.

Holding Doloris in his arms, Kleist certainly felt her stiffness, and the way she was desperately trying to breathe air with her little mouth open also pleased him, so that he even probed the finger depicting Dolores's lips into her mouth with great interest, and the act frightened her again, and she didn't even dare to struggle, only the tears that kept flowing proved her reluctance.

Doloris didn't dare to move, she didn't even dare to raise her hand to wipe the tears from her face, she was so white, like ice and snow carving, crystal clear, because of staying at home all the year round, her delicate skin did not even see a trace of blood, but compared to the honey-colored skin of the entire interstellar woman, Kleist found that he loved this pure snow white more.

"You're a girl made of water." For the first time, Kleist was distraught by Dolores' tears, and he raised his hand to rub it on her face, but the crisp fabric of the military uniform left a red mark on her face.

Dolores exhaled in pain, and then quickly covered her mouth, and even bit her tongue in a hurry, which made her eyes instantly red, and tears couldn't stop falling, but she was afraid of angering Kleist because of her tears, and hurriedly wanted to explain.

Kleist's eyes flashed slightly, and he laughed: "The bite hurts!" Let me see. After speaking, he pried open Dolores's mouth with his fingers, and raised his eyebrows: "Sure enough, it was bitten, it's really pitiful." ”

Doloris had already understood Kleist's moody personality, her heart hung high, and her eyes looked at Kleist without blinking, of course she knew that no matter what Kleist wanted to do to her, she had no ability to resist, but this defense was completely instinctive.

Fortunately, Kleist was not teasing Dolores, he just kissed her on the mouth, and then let her go and let her lie on his lap, his fingers combing her long soft light blonde hair, the smile on his face gradually converged in Dorores' invisible place, and those charming golden eyes were also shrouded in eerie coldness.

"My girl, I need to take you to a safe place." Kleist's brow furrowed, his tone so displeased.

Dolores was stunned for a moment, and then joy swept over her, but she didn't dare to move, she knew that once she showed a happy expression, Kleist would change her mind at any time, and for her, this was a rare opportunity, perhaps, the only chance to escape from Kleist.

"Are you going to send me away?" Doloris carefully chose her words, and looked up at Kleist cautiously.

The sun shining through the clean window on Kleist's face flickered, and Dolores looked up, and had to admit that this was a very handsome man, not even inferior to Asa, but such a beautiful appearance could not erase his twisted heart.

Of course, Kleist didn't want Dolores to leave him, but what Field said was right, Roosevelt would definitely use this incident to cause trouble, and he, the maker of this incident, would not have the extra time and energy to take care of Dolores, so sending her away was a must.

"It won't be long before I pick you up, and you'll be the new mistress of the Federation." Kleist lowered his head and imprinted a kiss on Dorores' forehead, but his gentle gesture could not hide his ambition, and the almost imminent killing made Dolores shudder, because she knew that under ambition there must be a bloodstained road.