175 Between Heaven and Hell (1/2)

I'm in Heaven.

I'm in Hell too.

If I'm a God believer, I would think that Jojo is a femme fatale sent by God to torture men.

Yes, she is such a femme fatale.

I couldn't help turning the idea around and looking at Jojo at the same time.

She's taking the gauze and gently wrapping it on my wounds. Her movements are very gentle and does not hurt me at all. But the problem is that her movements are also ambiguous enough.

Her fingertips, as if intentionally or unintentionally, often gently scratch my skin. Her slender fingers are so dexterous that when they are slipping through my skin causes a little tremors. What's more, she deliberately raises her eyelids, glances over from time to time, and cast a charming look. Just such a look is enough to take half of my soul away.

I have no alternative to such a femme fatale.

”Jojo... I'm wrong... Is that all right?”

Ah, at that moment, she has stayed in my room for a whole day.

All day, Jojo was in my room, just wrapping in a bath towel! The snow-white thighs shook in front of me for a day, sometimes showing a little bit of spring light.

Damn! I really can't stand it!

”No... What's wrong?” Jojo looks up intentionally, innocent, with big eyes open, and looks at me purely.

”...” I can only look at the woman in silence, and then grins bitterly: ”I admit defeat... I'm wrong, okay? I shouldn't have said that before...”

”Now you admit I'm charming?”

”Yes for sure!”

”Do you think I'm attractive to you?”

”Yes! Yes! Jojo is the most attractive pretty of the world!”

Jojo giggles twice and leans over to me. I lay in bed, and she climbs over like that... God... I've tried to restrain myself from letting my eyes drift to her chest...

Originally, Jojo's upper body was very prominent. With this kind of crouching posture, her hands support the bed. Under the influence of gravity, the contour of a woman's chest is almost completely displayed. I'm even worring that the white bath towel will be hard to wrap up her breasts.

Her fingertips touch my cheek gently, and she laugh wearily. ”Little 5, you're blushing again... Why's your face so hot?”

I:”@#$%^&*^-”

This is the time to change dressings. It's even more absurd when eat.

Jojo refuses to go out for dinner and insists that the food be sent to the room.

”Why not eat out?” I ask her.

She does not immediately answer, but first turns a circle in front of me, and then, consciously or unconsciously, lifts the hem of the bath towel: ”Do you think I can go to the restaurant in this way?”

”You... You can change your clothes.”

”Alas...” Jojo sighs, ”Don't you know I came back in a hurry? I only have one set of underwear. It's all washed now. Unless wait for them dry, I won't go out.”

I roll my eyes and say, ”Don't think I don't know. You used to go out without underwear!”

”People always change.” Jojo smiles deliberately in a soft voice. She's blinking at me: ”I'm a girl! Girls have the right to change their minds! Now I change my mind! Later, when I go out, I need to wear underwear and be a good girl.”

I swear to God... When such a beaty in front of you, deliberately makes a pure look, and then with that sweet and tired voice to tell you that she wants to be a ”good girl”.

I could hardly help but want to go up and strangle this girl!

Okay, I admit defeat, I compromise! I call Silo to help me get food to my room.

I'm wounded. It's normal to ask someone to help deliver food. And I killed Sand Tiger and boosted the morale of brothers. They all regard me as an idol. It's no problem to ask them for a little help.

But when Silo personally brings the food and knocking at the door outside, Jojo deliberately laughs in a lazy voice and says, ”Just leave it at the door, please...”

Silo asks outside the door, ”Don't you need me to bring it in?”

”No need... We are not dressed.” That's Jojo's answer.