"I don't like lemons very much," said Sasha, observing the girl's face, which looked a little disappointed, the corners of her mouth and shoulders drooping, her gaze lowered, but she showed no resentment or contempt—something that is usually done after rejection, so as not to embarrass herself too much—and then he gave a calm smile: "But I don't promise that the others don't need it, you can ask them," he said gently, as if facing a child under six years old: "If not, then you can sit and sit too, I can give you some oysters, do you like oysters? ”

"Of course," Chitz. Carson was immediately happy, she put the paper bag down, then sat down cross-legged, and the undisguised smile on her face said a lot about her mood at the moment: "I like oysters." ”

Sasha picked up an oyster the size of an egg, opened it, handed it to her, and the girl ate it generously.

Little Hopkins observes her in a meticulous, but not unsettling, way that the big Hopkins has taught him, as long as the posture is calm enough, the attitude is gentle enough, and the eyes are gentle enough—the gaze must be poured through the whole body as slowly as sunlight and warm water—it seems simple, but in fact it is difficult, not everyone is happy to be treated as a piece of goods or even a piece of fresh meat, but the Hopkins have an innate advantage, they have a good skin, and they are good at camouflage.

Chiz. Carson has delicate skin and a well-proportioned body, with small fluffy curls covering his back that shimmer in the sunlight with the color of copper coins. Her expression is natural and vivid, her eyes are clear, and she is undisguised about her thoughts and desires – but not obnoxious.

She is not yet an adult and is not skilled in the use of certain techniques, but she is undeniably a charismatic person—a special gift from God that grows with age and experience. Such people can generally live comfortably, because there will be others who are willing to give something in exchange for their favor and attention. Some movie stars do this, Malena too, and Anne. Kent (Fanta. Wharton), Kemira (Sometre) and so on, even Catherine used this little trick and little talent unconsciously, and people couldn't help but forgive their mistakes, take their word for it, and try to meet their request or that as much as possible.

The best at this is, of course, Anthony. Hopkins, his father, was able to invoke both external and internal charms at the same time and in a timely manner to achieve his goals - whether it was trying to get someone to eat his nose or abducting a beautiful young FBI agent to elope with himself, he did it with great success.

Like any other knowledge and skill, Sasha learned (or to be precise, inherited) this very useful trick from his father, and rightly so, he was keenly able to catch the traces left on others—just as a fox can easily smell another fox.

Sasha could smell Chiz, who used perfume, and there were very few underage girls on Poseidon Island, but the perfume she used was appropriate for the here and now, a perfume with fresh floral notes, inexpensive, top notes: bergamot, grapefruit, green leaves; Medium: seaweed, rose, magnolia, irise; Aftertaste: Araucaria, white musk, amber. It is now in the middle of the taste, and it will soon enter the aftertaste under the influence of sunlight and body temperature, but neither of them will conflict with the dominant breath in the environment—the salty taste of the sea, the smell of the sun, the smell of evaporation from the sand, the rich fragrance of the lemon full of paper bags around her, and the peculiar and wonderful smell of the glands under the girl's skin—but complement each other.

She didn't draw eyeliner, but instead used some pine and cedar green eyeshadow. The dress may seem revealing, but in fact the bottom line is clear - a small tank top that wraps the nipples/room completely and tightly, and flat pants worn under a loose short skirt.

"Do you want more?" Sasha said, as he opened another oyster with quick movements, the muscles of his shoulders and arms bulging tensely, perhaps because of the relationship between lying on his back on the beach before, his back was still stained with a layer of sand, and with the continuous movement and the evaporation of water, the sand and gravel fell, leaving countless tiny quartz shining in the sunlight, which reminded Chiz of a movie he had seen not long ago, in which the vampires were very different from ordinary people. It's that the skin sparkles like a marble statue adorned with diamonds in the sun.

If Chitz wants to say that the protagonist is not as handsome as the boy in front of him.

Sasha handed her the newly opened oysters, perhaps because he had been sitting for so long in the same motion, and he stretched out in place, and Chiz noticed that his toes were stepping in the sand, and his slender toes, his toenails trimmed flat and smooth.

Chiz was fascinated by his every movement, and she estimated that he was a year or two older than herself. He was very different from the noisy, reckless and impulsive, either pimple-riddled or fat-fat, adolescent boys he had a well-defined face, prominent eyebrow bones and jaws, sharp eyes, bright eyes, slender limbs, and barely visible muscles, but he was strong and powerful, not inferior to an adult...... He never spoke foul language, was polite, and was kind and polite...... There seemed to be no defect in him, God had made him with great care, he was almost perfect—when she looked at him, a sweet emotion poured out in the girl's heart, and she forgot all the other things in the world at once, and she was well aware that she was enchanted, the hopeless kind.

"Yo, it looks like we have an extra guest?" A hoarse, dull, but not very harsh voice suddenly sounded behind Chiz, and she was startled, and the oyster in her hand jumped and fell to her body, then slid down her thigh and plunged into the sand.

"It's a shame." Beelzebub said, with a slight sneer, "Cherish the food, Miss." His fingers were inserted into the sea-soaked hair, and he brushed them back, Beelzebub's hair was much longer than it had been three years ago, curly at the ends, but his skin was unexpectedly darker—if three years ago Sasha had seen a piece of creamy chocolate, now he saw a piece of dark chocolate, and he had grown taller, second only to Sasha among children of his age, but at least on the surface, Beelzebub was stronger than Sasha.

Beelzebub insisted that Sasha's refusal to indulge in old Andreana's craft as much as he did was one of the biggest mistakes of his life, until Sasha made his face intimate with the cold, hard ground four times in a row in a private fight.

"It's not polite to suddenly stand behind someone else and talk," Sasha glanced at him, "and it's dangerous." Beelzebub subconsciously rubbed his face, and to this day, he still feels a faint pain when he thinks about it, and the appearance of Sasha tends to be gentle and sweet marshmallow angels, but when he moves, he has a mechanical coldness and animalistic ferocity. Alright," Sasha softened, "Anyway, she's here with a gift." He pointed to the lemon at his feet, "Does anyone want lemon juice?" ”

The leader of the children shrugged his shoulders, smiled indifferently, showed his neat snow-white teeth, and raised his other hand, which contained at least two dozen oysters in a rough gray-green net. "I think I have to say thank you," Beelzebub leaned down politely in a pretentious gesture, "and then, could you please let me go?" I'm sorry, but you've taken my place. ”

The girl blushed a little, and she had chosen a clever position, right at the other end of the clams, to the left of the sand, less than two feet from the object of her affection, a distance that did not seem too rusty—like that of strangers, but not too intimate, and naturally closer to each other when necessary.

She stood up and sat down to the right of Sasha, the wreckage on the other side of the clams had a sharp horn, and she had to move away.

"I didn't know I needed to reserve a place next to me?"

"Now you know," Beelzebub said, raising his index finger and making an oath-sworn gesture, "You'd better not mess with that girl." ”

"Because she has a father or brother who is very good at shooting and knives?"

Beelzebub whistled, and the alien girl was staring at Sasha's long toes. "It's worse than that," he said, lowering his voice, "her surname is Carson." He thought for a moment, and showed an unhappy expression: "You should know which Carson it is." He knew that Big Hopkins never hid anything from his children.

The sea breeze made all sorts of noises, and the other children returned, the oysters were the trophies of the boys about the same age as Sasha and Beelzebub, and the smaller or weaker boys were in charge of picking up dead branches—not all of them had the strength and skill to open the oysters with a knife, and many more chose to throw the oyster into the fire and wait for it to open its shell.

Chiz. Carson opened the paper bag, and the boys carefully removed the lemons from it, and several of them involuntarily grimaced when they tasted the lemon juice - Poseidon Island children never add seasoning to fresh oysters.

But now it seems that this two-pointed yellow fruit is quite popular.

"The point is," Sasha said in his heart, "whose hand is that lemon?" In addition, he noticed that Beelzebub did not seem to care about the other boys' courtesy to Chiz.

Beelzebub really didn't care who Chiz had in his eye except Sasha, no matter how unruly he was before or even after marriage, "Masoye" would only choose a spouse and in-laws in "Masoye", they would not let an outsider enter the "inside" through marriage, even Beelzebub's mother was in a hurry to marry Beelzebub's adoptive father in another place and then divorced in a hurry, she never went to the island a second time; As Chegall's heir, Beelzebub would normally marry a young woman whose father and brother both held important positions within the Masoyeh organization in a few years' time. But Sasha is different, his father is trusted and valued by Don, but in the eyes of others, he is still an outsider, and the best way is for him to marry the sister or daughter of one of Don's cronies. If not, then his son would have to take on the task. It was a pity that Beelzebub had no sisters, but Beelzebub had already thought that he could try to choose a family with more daughters, and the brother-in-law was sometimes a very strong bond.

They can even get married on the same day!

(To be continued)