Because of his weakness, Oreo eats slowly.

But that bowl of pumpkin soup wasn't much.

Angelyl scraped the bowl with a spoon as she peeked at Oreo's expression, as if he was thinking about something.

Placing the last scoop to Oreo's lips, Angelyl asked in a whisper.

"Mr. Oreo, do you have ......?"

Halfway through the sentence, she seemed to be grabbed by the throat.

She pursed her lips and asked.

"Do you have any great friends?"

Swallowing the pumpkin soup, Oreo gasped for a moment, staring straight at the curtain on one side, his eyes indifferent, and then slowly shaking his head.

"I don't have friends, and I don't need friends."

"But ......"

Angelil's eyes twitched as she slowly withdrew the spoon and let out a dull "oh".

Oreo closed his eyes disapprenosingly and slowly lay back on the wooden bed.

Angelyl walked to the sink, washed the pots and pans, and arranged them neatly on the shelves.

From time to time, undried water droplets drip and ripple in the stone pool.

On a normal day, when she was staring at the droplets, Mr. Oreo would usually sit in that large chair.

Sometimes he sleeps and makes a subtle snoring sound.

Most of the time he would pick up the quill and write something on the notebook, the feather rubbing against the paper and making a swishing sound.

Angelyl never imagined that such days would last forever, but she also didn't expect this time to pass so quickly.

"I don't have friends, and I don't need friends."

Oreo's voice echoed in his head.

Angelelle didn't understand what that really meant, and she wondered if it would be an explanation or a warning.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Angelyl smiled forcefully as she walked over to Tamia's bed, tucked the corners of the quilt for her, and lifted her head.

Standing at this angle, you can see Oreo's head, and she usually sits in this position and looks at Oreo when Peggy is taking care of him.

"Mr. Oreo."

Angelyl opened her mouth, her voice inexplicably strange.

As if he hadn't heard the choked words in her words, Oreo calmly responded.

"Hmm."

"I ......," Angelil said hurriedly, as if with a great deal of determination.

"I'm going back."

Unexpectedly, Oreo struggled to get up from his chair.

Angelil froze in place, but finally turned around, clasped her hands in front of her, and looked restrained.

"Wait."

Oreo slowly stood up.

He placed the dragon's eye on the table, and then tucked his long hair through his hands.

To be honest, this scene is a bit inconsistent.

Angelyl ran quickly to the utility room, moved the large chair out of it, and pushed it in front of Oreo.

Oreo didn't sit down, he propped up the chair with his hands and looked at Angelyl.

"Tomorrow is the day of celebration."

Angelyl replied quickly, vaguely knowing what Oreo was going to say.

Sure enough, he looked Angelyl up and down, and then said.

"I promised Peggy...... Take off your clothes. ”

Angelyl felt her head buzz as she muttered.

"You...... Mr. Oreo, what are you talking about......"

"I said take off your clothes."

Oreo said as he walked to the door of the office.

He plugged the deadbolt in, then pulled the blinds back.

The room soon went dark.

I don't know when, with the sound of gradually worsening breathing, the sound of thin ropes suddenly sounded in the room.

Oreo lights a candle and places it on the stack of books on one side.

He himself crossed his arms and stared coldly at Angelil's movements.

"So be it."

He commanded.

Angelyl pursed her lips and held the clothes she had just taken off in her hands, trying to hide something.

But she thought about it, and finally put the clothes on the big chair aside.

It's late autumn, and it's not warm in the house, but Angelyl feels like she's wrapped in an inexplicable temperature.

"Wait for me in a moment."

Oreo nodded in satisfaction, walked into the utility room, and quickly walked out with a rope.

He pulled the rope and wrapped it around Angelyl's waist.

The moment the rope made contact with her skin, Angelyl had goosebumps all over her body, and she subconsciously took half a step back, but was hugged back by Oreo.

Oreo quickly withdrew his right hand, pulling back the rope by the way.

He put the rope in front of his eyes and looked at it, then said lightly.

"The waist is 81 centimeters, and the underbust is 74 centimeters, which is a perfect proportion."

"These ......"

Angelyl's face flushed, "I've already measured this." ”

"Oh."

Oreo continued to gesture at the rope.

"Don't compare me to the tailors."

The rope continued to move, but Angelil wasn't as nervous as she had been.

On the one hand, it is out of trust, and on the other hand, it is out of confidence in one's figure.

Keeping the last data on record, Oreo whispered.

"My thighs are a little thicker, but that's okay."

He picked up the quill pen and muttered something on the white paper, and a figure soon took shape under his pen.

Just as he was sketching more lines, he seemed to be in trouble, frowning, and looking around the room.

He soon saw Angelyl, who was standing beside him, staring intently at the girl on the paper.

Oreo reminded in a low voice.

"Angelil, put your clothes on."

"Ahh

Angelil responded fiercely, she subconsciously felt in the direction of the clothes, but the clothes were gone!

She didn't dare to disturb Oreo, she searched the house by herself, and she soon found Tamia by the fire.

There was a raging fire in the stove, and you didn't have to think about it to know what was going on.

"Tamia!"

Angelyl screamed and rushed at Tamya, shoved her back onto the bed, and then got under the covers herself.

The heart was pounding.

After being excited for a while, the quilt gradually warmed up, and the familiar sound of chirping also sounded.

Covered by an indescribable tiredness, Angelyl slowly closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.