She wiped away her tears and told herself that she must conquer this man. The atmosphere was indeed bad, the timing was inappropriate, and being coldly rejected at the beginning made her feel even more humiliated, and she felt like she had fallen into a dark ice cave. The problem is that she has never been a passive waiter for opportunities, especially when there are no opportunities, and prefers to take the initiative to create opportunities, even though this is so incredible to many people.

She carefully observed his every movement and expression, and found that his body did not move, and there was no sign of withdrawal, he still loved her, and he had confidence again, "I have to douse his reason with wine!" She thought, fed him wine, and said softly, "Oh, Puro, I know what it's like to lose a beloved. Come on, drink! You need to be strong, you need to be comforted......" gently wiped away his tears. He shook his head in pain, pushed her away, and asked her to go back, a look that bordered on pleading.

He was embarrassed to refuse strongly, water molecules humans are so weak and deceivable. She saw through his seemingly hard heart at a glance, wanted to indulge, stood up and said, "Drink, drink and rest." It's time for me to go, too. His tense nerves relaxed at once, and he drank the wine unguardedly, choking on just two sips, coughing incessantly, and very uncomfortable. She took his hand and said, "You have to drink slowly." He fed him again, and his body naturally came closer. He drank drunkenly, his eyes were all red, and gradually he was red and white, and he was very numb to drink, and he had no emotion and no reason.

"Is it because you don't have the strength to resist, or is the will to resist worn out?" She laughed and thought to him for another drink. His head was tilted to one side, and he fell asleep. Her eyes were like spewing fire, and she wanted to kill him with a knife, and she really took out a knife from her handbag. "Does Pavlo dare to ignore my beauty? Do you know what a sad end it can be to ignore my beauty? Gritting his teeth and thinking viciously, the tip of the knife trembled, dangling in his face, from his eyes to his nose to his lips, and with a little force, he could insert it, making a skin and flesh bloom, splashing a thousand piles of blood, but finally laughed, withdrew the knife, and clicked on the happiness guide to check the scan record.

The happiness guide instantly shows the indicators of Prometheus's body, including heartbeat, adrenaline fluctuation, emotion index, etc., and deliberately reminds this stinky man that his rationality index exceeds that of most people, which is both his advantage and his weakest point, as long as it is destroyed, his long-suppressed emotions will erupt like a torrent, and then he will be able to pull as he wants, and he will be able to talk like nonsense.

Of course she knows that the crux is in reason, the question is how to destroy? Machines are always powerless to overcome the problem of maximizing the irregularity and complexity of how to break through emotional fortresses, which greatly exceeds the ability of data and program analysis. She was glad that she was not among the happy and civilized people, and that she would not make a mistake in the program by swallowing the happy pills, and finally let the entire emotional system collapse, and she decided to attack it. Since the tenderness of fine wine is not enough to extinguish, let him destroy his reason with fierce love!

He fell asleep in a drunken state, and felt a refreshing warmth in the drunkenness that penetrated through his chest, and the extremely elastic bubble mattress was like a soothing undulating wave on the quiet sea, gently submerging himself, and soon he was short of breath, and when he woke up, he found that his head was deep in her soft arms, and he was very flustered, and he was busy trying to break free. "No, you can't ...... like this," he cried out in a panic, instinctively resisting, but he felt powerless, because his body did not obey him, and his head sank deeper, obsessed with the crisp fragrance. Oh! His body shook violently, like an electric shock. This feeling remained in his heart ever since.

"Reason is never instinct, emotion is. Acquired action is no substitute for instinctual foreknowledge, and the so-called instinctive resistance is nothing more than the physical reaction of the intellectual machinery, not the real cognition of consciousness......" she was anxious to prove it, and let go of her hand a little more deeply in his breath, and then snuggled up heroically. Gradually, the true appeal of consciousness became more and more apparent, and he became more and more obedient to the domination of feelings, listening to the gentle call that floated from the sky: "Drink, drink, poor Puro." Oh, my Puro, I feed you......" like a breeze blowing into your ears and sliding into your heart, creating ripples of confusion.

He smelled the wine, it was hers! I felt a touching feeling in my heart, and drank red wine in confusion. Beauty and wine have always been the natural enemies of heroes. Happiness and pain are one, and where can there be happiness without pain? She gently pulled a trace of his reason away and threw him into the bottomless depth, and finally felt a slip, it was his lips, and he laughed coquettishly.

He opened his mouth wide and breathed urgently, confused by the intoxicating crisp aroma, and suddenly stopped. What was left of his sanity was unwilling to be ruthlessly thrown into the endless and extremely cold deep space, and the frozen particles flew away aimlessly at the speed of light, screaming in fear to force him to resist. She didn't move, to see how long he could resist. It turned out to be a long time, but in the end, according to the judgment of the soul, I sadly watched my reason go away, and obeyed the call of feelings, but I was not crazy at all.

She took the wine angrily, stroked his cheek, her lips almost bit his ear, and said greasyly, "I made you drink it!" Don't drink it? I'm so sad, so sad......" The poignant voice slipped into my ears, like gravitational waves rippling from the depths of my heart, stirring up a sea of blood. His heart ached and he blamed himself sadly. She poured the wine into his mouth hard. He had a splitting headache, and naturally buried his head in search of support, realizing that she was oppressing again, and couldn't help breathing, and the oppression subsided. So, he knew that oppression and breathing were closely linked, and he felt the softness of her skin blowing through it, like a trace of cool catkins brushing across her face, and her heart swaying.

"Finally know that you depend on me." She thought proudly, let him understand that as long as he relied on her, he could get her tenderness. He experienced the strong tenderness and honey in the spring breeze, and breathed freely in the depression. It's a free breath!

She let him kiss him, let him feel the true meaning of freedom in the kiss. Later, without inducement, he could reflexively crave her after breathing. He now knew that his freedom stemmed from her oppression. When she pressed again, his mouth was no longer pain, but a cry of joy. However, she is not uncommon in this obedience, and she only needs to be tamed from the heart, and hold a long, long breath in his heart. He had never imagined that abnormal intimacy would be in such great pain, his face flushed, and he let out a series of strange screams, almost bursting his chest, and screaming fiercely.

Heaven and earth suddenly opened up, and the breath of freedom flowed in the passionate heart. He screamed excitedly, tears flashed in his eyes, and his frantic emotions gradually became like a pool of spring water with her gentle caresses, and his fiercely distorted face gradually soothed and became docile. He bowed his noble head deeply, surrendering to the love he had eagerly awaited. This time, he had an extraordinary experience, kissing fragrance, kissing happiness, kissing freedom. It was then that he realized that the torment that had caused him so much pain could make him so enchanted that he couldn't help but ask for it.

She satisfies his desire to be oppressed. He became greedy, greedily robbed him of the pleasure she gave him, and he had no intention of wanting to raise his head and breathe, and he couldn't bear it. His consciousness was now accurate enough to tell that she was his breath, and he knew very well that nothing could make him breathe sweeter, more cheerful, and freer than her. He called her by her name mercilessly, and it seemed that he had sobered up a lot, but so what? After waking up, her consciousness had already melted into her fragrant and charming body, and she was unable to extricate herself. This kind of consciousness directly affects his senses, sight, taste, and hearing, so that his mind is full of her, and he consciously accepts the domination of her body. She knew that she had broken into his heart, occupied a man's holiest territory, and become his master.

She trained him and wanted him to be completely infatuated, and as soon as he saw and thought of her in the future, he would be excited, impulsive, and even crazy because of her. He was indeed smart and had a super comprehension ability, and he quickly understood her subtle hints, and even learned to take the initiative to cater to her. Then, she began to harness him, pouring a full glass of wine on her sexy lap for him to drink. He would get drunk if he drank so much wine, he hesitated, but couldn't help but kiss. She smiled and said, "I'll give it to you after drinking." Unable to resist the temptation of this confusion, he drank courageously, and drank as she said until she was satisfied. She laughed out loud.

Bang!

She kicked him away suddenly, nervously watching to see how he would react. He lay on the edge of the bed and groaned, his mouth let out a bitter and greedy howl, his knotted muscles bulged one by one, his strong chest rose and fell violently, and his face was constantly convulsing and terrifying, and he pounced on her like a ferocious beast. She deftly dodged his frenzied attacks, and watched with satisfaction as he transformed from a weak little sheep into a wild lion under her tutelage, and pride was palpable. He was tired, and he fell at her feet, gasping sadly, and finally pleaded pitifully. She smiled like a flower, brighter than the sun, and stood proudly in front of him. The red dress slowly flew up and floated into the air, covering his head, and the silky feeling was like her skin. He grabbed it and kissed it.

"Is it fragrant?"

"Incense."

She stroked his head and asked, "Am I your soul?" ”

"Oh! Yes, Che Fudi! You are my soul......"

She smiled and said, "You are only allowed to think about me, love me, obey me, and not think about others, do you hear?" ”

He hugged her leg tightly, and a cheerful sorrow came out of his mouth, which was a mixture of love and bitterness, joy and pain.

She smiled and fed him a happy pill, burst into tears for a while, raised her head, looked at the lonely and dark starry sky outside the porthole, and her thoughts flew to the burning planet nine days away, and she couldn't help but exclaim: "O great goddess of revenge! See? I have conquered him, conquered him completely! This self-righteous man is kneeling at my feet, pitifully begging me, tame and submissively at my domination. You must have seen it, great Nemesis! ”