Finally, when Demos was free, Jose caught up.

"Senior!"

"God, it's you, it's been a while. ”

José meets Carette again, much to Carrete's panic.

He stared at her intently, his eyes full of confusion and confusion. She was eager to find a suitable gap in the deck right away where she could hide in.

"Let me introduce you, this is Jose, the younger brother I met when I was studying at the Academy of Fine Arts in Paris, France..."

"No need to introduce...... We've seen it in the scenic area of Athens..."

José spoke slowly to Demos, his gaze still fixed on Carret. He seemed to hear a muffled clang, the sound of a blank heart breaking in his chest.

"Karete..."

There was a hint of sadness in his low tone, so that she no longer had the courage to meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to know each other. My girlfriend came over early this morning and is really tired now. Since we're all friends, I hope you don't mind. ”

Demos feigned an apology to Jose, who was trying to hide his pain, and then hugged Carret's shoulder, which darkened José's eyes even more.

He simply couldn't accept such a big up-and-down change-

In the depths of a cloudy memory, Karete's fuzzy face loomed. Like a mysterious meteor in the summer night, her figure always inadvertently glides past his side, leaving him with infinite imagination and envy.

When he was inexplicably assassinated in the apartment, she bravely shielded him and poured out her love for him. But why did she reunite just a few days later, and her identity took a 180-degree turn and became his senior's girlfriend?

What happened in between? What was the relationship between me and her?

When the consciousness of the memories returned to the deep space of his brain, there was a faint pang of colic.

He clutched his head in pain, his body swaying twice.

"Big Brother Jose!"

Nana had sharp eyes, decisively threw away the brownie cake that had been gnawed to the remaining two bites, and ran up from afar to support him and comfort him.

"Calm down—calm down!"

"How is it? It doesn't matter? Don't work too your studies, pay attention to rest. ”

Demos feigned concern, and was immediately despised by Nana's resentful contempt.

"You're going too far!" she snorted in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, my body hasn't been normal lately. ”

The pain eased slightly, and Jose's face turned pale.

"I won't bother you, I'll talk when I have time. ”

As soon as he left Carette with Nana's support, he tried to follow him, but was stopped by Demos.

"You'd better keep your distance from him now, you know. ”

He smiled, his usual sneer on his lips.

Kareta angrily pushed him away and ran to the side of the ship, the whirring sea breeze blowing through her body, just as it helped to subdue the hot fire all over her body.

Demos went to the table alone and chose a glass of orange juice before returning, holding the rim of the glass close to her lips.

"Now you should be satisfied—your goal has been achieved, less garlic!"

Carette shook her head away from Demos's eagerness.

Everything is just his disguise, his hypocrisy, and he must not compromise with his thoughtfulness, nor can he be moved by his thoughtfulness!

As she thought about it, a nameless sadness rose in her heart, and her eyes were full of bits and pieces of slight heat.

Demos took a mouthful of orange juice and brutally gagged her.

"Virtue... Hmm!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the cold, sweet and sour liquid passed through her throat and rolled down her esophagus into her stomach.

"Girls should supplement VC when they are angry, so as not to make their delicate skin rough..."

He approached her ambiguously, slightly stretching the tip of his soft tongue to lick away the juice left at the corners of her mouth.

Setting the cup aside, he turned back and kissed her again, persistent and passionate, obsessive and crazy, under the blue sky, under the gaze of Jose and Nana.

"Hey... No... In this way..."

Carette's cheeks were crimson, and she fled, protesting.

Jose stared at the two entangled bodies in a daze, a mixture of shame and pain on his face.

When he met Karete's terrified gaze, he immediately turned his attention elsewhere, but he couldn't hide the sour red that rose across his face.

Nana was even more angry, trembling like a little gorilla eager to try.

"What does he want to do!Ahh

Demos smirked wickedly and continued his kissing attack. His embrace was more like a soft net of water tenderness, firmly trapping all of Karete's stubbornness and arrogance, allowing her to struggle and toss and turn in it until her energy ran out.

"Don't... Don't be like this... Please...!"

All resistance melted to zero in his tenderness. Every time, as soon as her lips escaped, he would be successfully caught.

Again and again, she was occupied by his kisses and enjoyed until she was about to suffocate.

Hush Jiao panted and looked around for José's traces with nervous eyes, only to realize that he had long since disappeared from her vision.

"You did it on purpose! Why did you do it! You are so hateful and shameless!"

Saddened but helpless, Carette could only clench her fists and leave a series of hard blows on Demos's chest.

"Do you like this kind of scene?"

He suddenly turned the look on his face, and his eyes were firmly fixed on her and asked.

"I didn't mean to demonstrate to the kid, but I asked very seriously. If you were willing to be my woman, I would have a wedding like this for you, and the momentum would never be inferior to what you see now. ”

"...... Demos?"

Carette looked incredulous, then turned back to the sea in embarrassment, no longer meeting the eager eyes of Demos. Wedding is a sacred expectation in every girl's heart, and she is no exception.

When she was a god generation, when she attended human weddings as a blessed envoy, she also weaved her wedding dreams again and again, hoping for its own scene and atmosphere. And, imagining the figure of the other half who is hand in hand with her...

Demos seems to have an ability to pinpoint whatever she thinks and then choose to reveal it to her when the time is right.

At this time, her dazed and depressed mood did feel a little warm help, and her lonely heart seemed to be touched by a trace of encouragement.

"Don't be stupid..."

In the end, she still refused shyly and whispered.

"I'm not stupid at all...... Don't you really feel it at all?"

Behind him, Demos exhaled deeply, and at the end of the note, a dull sigh followed.