Chapter 177 Chapter 177: Won't Write, Can't Write, Dare Not Write
Chapter 177: Won't Write, Can't Write, Dare Not Write
Inside the room,
"I'll help you."
Removing the light veil and undoing her tied-up hair, Kevin gently smoothed it out with his fingers.
"Kevin, this ring is so beautiful."
Pozëmka was enjoying Kevin's tenderness as she caressed the ring on her ring finger.
"Haven't you seen it before?"
"But no matter how many times I look at it, it's always so stunning."
It truly was beautiful. It was hard to imagine any woman refusing such a ring.
So beautiful that it felt like it shouldn't exist in this world.
"As long as you like it, you can think of it as..."
Kevin searched for the right words:
"...a part of me."
To put it in Mobius's words, a core is essentially just a calculus.
Just a bit more useful and a bit rarer.
"Okay."
Pozëmka smiled contentedly. The silly girl still felt like she was dreaming.
"Let's go, time to head out."
After removing some of the excessive decorations, Kevin patted her shoulder.
"Okay, but..."
"Mmm."
The two embraced and kissed.
As for doing such things in broad daylight and offending public decency...
Couldn't she take a bite of the man she fought for herself?
......
"Haven't seen the boss this happy in a long time, right, Texas?"
Exusiai rested her chin on one hand, sipping her drink.
But she didn't get a response from her companion for a long time.
"Om nom nom! So good!"
Croissant was eating so happily she was almost moved to tears.
Over the past month, her shop had suffered significant losses, forcing her to live on rough fare for a whole month.
Today was finally the sweet reward after all that bitterness!
She had to eat, eat, eat!
Although Texas beside her didn't seem as frenzied as Croissant, the speed of her hands was no slower.
Today's banquet was prepared by the head chef of Linjiang Tower. As the head chef of Gouwu City's largest restaurant, his skills naturally spoke for themselves.
The two completely ignored Exusiai, and a quarter of the table's dishes were gone in no time.
"Hey! Hey! Save some for me!"
Regardless of her employees already "fighting" amongst themselves...
"Hahaha, so Miss Eden, have you considered coming with me to Siren? With your voice, I guarantee you'll become the world's most dazzling superstar."
No doubt about it. Having heard that final song, he was that confident.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Emperor. But my era has already sung its final note. This world should have its own voice."
Eden swirled her wine glass, unmoved by the favorable conditions he proposed.
So-called wealth, in the eyes of 【Gold】, had long become nothing more than an ordinary string of numbers.
"What a pity."
The Emperor couldn't say whether this was fortunate or unfortunate for other singers and listeners.
"Chat time is over. Our protagonists are making their entrance."
Eden looked over.
Two people emerged from the inner hall. A faint blush still lingered on Pozëmka's lovely face.
She looked utterly captivating.
"Burp~ Congratulations."
Closest to the inner hall was the Doctor's table. Everyone was very supportive; when they said "bottoms up," they really meant it.
Clink—
"Cheers!"
"I told you! I saw they had a married couple's look ages ago. I called it, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes, oh great prophet. Your alcohol intake today has already exceeded the limit."
Anton was genuinely happy. He drank quickly and heavily. The banquet hadn't been going on for long, but he was already quite drunk.
It was like honey mixed with bitter melon—the delayed effect was so strong he started talking nonsense.
Touch held her forehead while having to respond to this drunkard's ramblings.
"I'm not drunk. Fiammetta, congratulations on achieving your goal~ Burp~
Anyway, may you have children soon. That's what they say in Yan, right?"
"Thank you, Dr. Anton."
Taking advantage of the conversation, a sneaky figure tried to slip away from behind the crowd.
"You were cheering quite enthusiastically earlier, weren't you? W—"
Destiny's nape, along with her collar, was seized by Pozëmka's slender hand.
The drawn-out tone was always so meaningful.
"Drowning in the river or being thrown into it? Choose."
When Kevin also appeared before her, W knew she had completely lost her last shred of hope for escape.
"Hehehe... Boss Kevin, Sis Fiammetta... Considering today's joyous occasion, could you let me off this once?"
Fiammetta's strength wasn't great. W felt she could easily break free with a slight struggle.
But there was still that other one in front of her.
So she could only rub her hands together, forcing an awkward smile as she begged for mercy.
"No." ×2
"Ah! Boss Kevin, save me!"
The two playfully fought. Perhaps because she was too happy, she didn't have the self-awareness of being a bride.
"A hundred years of love binds two hearts together; a thousand-mile marriage is tied by a single thread. Congratulations."
Ling clasped her hands in salute. Kevin nodded, accepting her congratulations.
"Yo, this hotpot base and side dishes are interesting. Not worse than those in Shangshu."
"The clear soup base isn't bad either. It's just that someone's palate is too narrow, lacking the ability to appreciate it."
"That bland clear soup lacks flavor. Not interesting at all."
Nian took a big mouthful of freshly boiled beef. The fresh, fragrant, spicy broth instantly filled every crevice in her mouth.
After swallowing, the two started bickering again with pointed remarks and sarcastic tones that couldn't help but make people laugh.
"Sigh, who would have thought? The pitiful girl picked up over ten years ago has now become the lady of the house."
"It's thirteen years. She deserves this."
Neither of them held a mindset of owing each other anything. This was good; it meant Kevin didn't treat her as an outsider.
He briefly supplemented the system's words.
"You you you! What kind of talk is that! How could I not remember how many years it's been?"
The system got anxious. Although it really wasn't very useful, it couldn't even get the time wrong, could it?
That was a bit insulting to the system's dignity.
"Hmph, hard to say."
Kevin gave a faint smile and stopped paying attention to the system, turning instead to chat with the Doctor in front of him.
"Haha, what? It's already been thirteen years? Time flies so fast? Why do I feel this way?"
The system laughed at itself mockingly.
"But still... congratulations, Kevin."
...
Night fell, after another evening banquet.
Those who were still conscious helped their companions back home. Using spatial passages was fast and safe, with no risk of drunk driving and crashing into someone else's car.
In the courtyard, red flowers and festive decorations still remained, proclaiming today's joyous occasion.
"Kevin... I'm not drunk~"
"I know."
"Huh? Huh? Huh?"
The feigned drunkenness instantly vanished from Pozëmka's eyes as she put on an expression of astonishment.
Wait, that wasn't how the script was supposed to go.
Shouldn't the subsequent development be Kevin taking the initiative, and then she'd play hard to get before finally giving in to him?
Forget it! Never mind!
Embarrassed and annoyed, Pozëmka pounced on Kevin onto the bed, putting on an adorable act like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.
Kevin wrapped his arms around her slender waist, letting her lean down and do as she pleased with his face.
......
"Kevin... I want..."
Amid slightly hurried breaths mingled with shyness and her last shreds of restraint.
"Okay."
The man agreed.
The candlelight went out. In an instant, spring filled the entire garden.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
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