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Catherine bent down and looked at Bao'er, he was a young man with delicate facial features and a slender figure, perhaps because of long and frequent training, the hair on his body was more sparse and light than that of boys of the same age, and his skin was like alabaster, but his demeanor and shape were the same as the garbage and scum that Catherine often saw on the streets late at night in the first twenty years of her life, dazed like a dog with a crippled head, paralyzed like melted asphalt, sticky like chewing gum that had been spit out, irrational, They don't bother to think about it, they are immersed in a world that is not human, and they are happy to themselves—they live in this world as a punishment and threat to others.

Little Douglas's hand fell on her shoe, and his fingertips scratched at the satin upper like the spiny claws of a large beetle, it was a pair of black satin shoes, embroidered of the same color, passionflower patterns, but the soles were red like blood, Catherine got up from her chair, and the silky touch caressed Bao'er. Douglas's face, the soft and elegant scent of bitter orange and white solitary flowers, and the warm body fragrance of women, closed his eyes and opened them, and in the moonlight, Catherine's dark gray silk dress snaked like a snake's tail in the moonlight, and her golden hair curled from the sides to the center, coiled in the eighteenth-century Pompadour, with a bare back, and a diamond hanging from a golden cord to her milky skin.

She walked out and took Bo'er. Douglas was left alone on the floor of the hotel, and when she took the elevator downstairs, and when she walked out of the hotel, the waiter at the front desk was the unfortunate one. The poor worm, who was sent directly to the hospital by the ghouls because she was temporarily borrowed by the "head", eagerly asked her if she needed to call a taxi.

"I just want to walk around here." Catherine said. 、

"Alone?" The waiter said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to watch you, but don't you really need company?" ”

"Grande is a peaceful place." Catherine said, "And it's not the first time I've been here. I just want to smell the jasmine flowers. "The property has a large garden connected to the hilly terrain and the lighting in the garden lasts until two o'clock in the morning. The place where the jasmine flowers are planted is not far from the hotel, about two or three hundred feet.

"Of course," said the waiter, "but it's a little cold, so you might want a hot eggnog when you come back?" ”

"Yes," said Catherine, subconsciously wanting to raise her wrist to look at her watch. But the only wide bracelet on her wrist with which she usually wore her watch was a broad bracelet of hundreds of sapphires and an equal number of diamonds, and she turned her head to look at the sky outside the door, through the glass that had been cut into pieces by lead bars. After estimating it in his heart, he replied kindly, "I like eggnog very much, and it will be delivered to my room at ten o'clock." ”

"Do as you command." The waiter replied respectfully and bowed slightly. The waiter was only tactfully inquiring where she was going and when she would return, if it was ten o'clock. Her room was still a black hole, and if it was empty, he would be able to take action. Ten years ago, she might have felt impatient and irritable with thorns all over her body, but now she knows it's also a sign of responsibility and vigilance — perhaps for many people, it's just nervousness and making a fuss. But for Catherine, who has been attacked and seen countless times in the dark, she is grateful for the attendant's concern, and there are many times when such verbosity and trouble may save your life.

The waiter watched Catherine walk out of the hotel door and around the left corner of the building. Lights illuminate the lawn and vegetation, revealing a verdant path on which this beautiful young woman walks like a fairy or a fairy.

The garden was not so quiet as to be lifeless, and a few guests and the people of Grande were strolling leisurely among the trees and flowers, and those who passed by Catherine, both men and women, could not help but cast admiring glances at her.

Catherine didn't notice this, and she walked forward with all her heart, until she reached the place where there were the most jasmines.

The jasmine blooms for a long time, and the Grande is warm and moist, but in a few days it will be November, and the last bloom of the jasmine is coming to an end, and the dark green shrubs are scattered with small white flowers, like little stars in the night sky, but they still smell so fragrant. The huge pile of flowers, with its small round table and chairs around it, is for those who are tired and have a deep love for jasmine. Dr. Hopkins occupies one of them, directly opposite a flourishing clump of jasmine, which shows no signs of decay and is fresh like a companion of June.

Catherine sat down across from him, covering the jasmine bush, and in her subconscious, the creature that was called a human being was a mistake and a slander that did not deserve anything as good as anything in the world.

"You've seen Boa. Douglas too? The doctor asked.

Knowingly, Catherine thought, you asked me to see him.

"Did you let him touch you?"

"No," said Catherine, "didn't you say that?" Can't let him touch me. ”

"Didn't drink or eat in front of him?" Anthony. Hopkins said.

"No, no burps and no farts," Catherine said rudely, "I had an empty stomach for eight hours." ”

"Very well," said Anthony, "an empty belly will make you look melancholy, thin, pale, and noble." Do you have a cough? ”

"Nope."

Anthony. Hopkins looked at Catherine, whose blue-gray eyes looked like some kind of shiny inorganic substance in the dark, and he suddenly reached out and gently touched Catherine's bare arm, and Catherine jerked back, almost knocking over the chair, as if she had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

"Don't always act like a fried cat," Dr. Hopkins said softly, "and the dense little bumps are really unpleasant." ”

"I can't control that."

"Of course you can control it," Dr. Hopkins rightfully said, "as long as you want." ”

I'm not a pervert, Catherine sneered again, but she wisely brought up another topic: "You made me ......" She carefully chose a word: "Do that, I understand, but why do you want me to ......" She pulled her clothes, her clothes, jewelry, and shoes were Anthony. Hopkins ordered someone to prepare, and he also hired an etiquette teacher for her, and he asked her not to be in Boar. Douglas made some ...... in front of him How to say it, what is necessary for human beings, indecent behavior.

"Because Boa. Douglas didn't need a girlfriend or a mother," Dr. Hopkins said, "and what he needed was a goddess." ”

"Me?" Catherine said, "I don't have a good relationship with the goddess. "She knew exactly what she was.

"Who knows," Anthony. Hopkins irresponsibly said, "He's taking a fancy to you anyway." ”

"Then why do I have to ...... now" Catherine shifted her body in annoyance, she didn't like the clothes, she didn't like the jewelry (though it was valuable), and she didn't like the shoes (it hurt her toes!). - Since Bao'er. Douglas couldn't wait to jump into the trap.

"Deep addicts who are addicted to drugs all day long will also have sober time," said Anthony. "And we don't just want to keep him out of the sand and sand," Hopkins said. ”

"So when am I ......?"

"We still have two years to go," said Anthony Brown. Hopkins said, "Cooperate with me, let his goddess be ingrained in his mind—before I say yes, Catherine, Sasha. Hopkins vs. Boa. As far as Douglas is concerned, it's always a forbidden word, and you have to keep this in mind, or we might have to let Boa. Douglas went to die. ”

Catherine remained silent, she wouldn't be merciful if it was for Sasha, but ...... Just like Anthony. Hopkins said that it would be easy to kill Boa, but it would be difficult to deal with things after that, especially if it had a big impact on Sasha.

"Mr. Douglas Jr. is a rare good move, but it depends on how and when you use it," said Dr. Hopkins, "but you need to know, Catherine, how your ex lost her treasure. Douglas's admiration and affection - she made two mistakes, first, she let Boa. Douglas knows that she's just a who will sleep with men; Second, she stands at Boa. Douglas's enemy side. ”

"Bao'er. Didn't Douglas know that I was Sasha's aunt? ”

"So, you're going to be a little luckier than Marcia," Dr. Hopkins said. Douglas focuses on love, family affection is a meaningless thing in his brain, and as long as you keep your distance from Sasha, he will not suspect that you are Sasha's lover," he continued, not looking at Catherine's face, which had become even more stupid because of her stammering, "-How do you think he understands the relationship between you and Sasha? He was a stubborn and selfish little bug who believed only what he saw and heard, and what he thought out. No matter how much evidence Douglas has prepared, stinking and rotten, you will still be a pure and charismatic goddess in his mind—but don't think that he will be obedient to you from now on, and be careful, the goddess may only need to fall from the altar for a moment, pay attention to his eyes and words and deeds, and read his memories and feelings at any time. ”

(To be continued)