Lola's shoulder was still a bit uncomfortable. She didn't drive, continued to eat dried meat in the car, and the raindrops pattered on the car windows. It was early morning, foggy and white all around.
Lola turned on the car stereo, which was broadcasting the news.
"At the XXth International Economic Conference held yesterday, CEO Caesar expressed his views on future international cooperation..."
The driver grumbled "executioner" and reached out to change the radio station, but was stopped by Lola: "Wait."
Lola threw another piece of dried meat into her mouth and swallowed it, "I think this guy is interesting to listen to."
The driver didn't find anything interesting. Wasn't the one speaking the newly appointed Caesar? Most of the hardcore members of the radical faction in the Asti tribe's re
Lola's tinnitus hadn't improved, it was incessant, like the unyielding hum of a blower. It was akin to the clean sheets billowing in the wind, rustling incessantly, or a cherry tree buffeted by the brisk winds of spring.Her lips ached, making breathing difficult, let alone swallowing.The first time she was caught stealing, Eugenie applied ointment to Lola's wounds late into the night. That was the beginning of their friendship. Eugenie was slightly taller than Lola. On cold nights, they'd fold their blankets together, snuggling beneath the shared warmth.During an incident at the restaurant, Lola had bitten her lip in a scuffle, and the mere touch was painful, exactly like now.Caesar was silent. The barrel of the gun he held against Lola's temple was chilling and unyielding.Caesar had seldom kissed Lola before, perhaps due to their status difference, or maybe because he didn't know how. Even their first kiss was initiated by Lola in a mix of playful whining and stubborn insistence
Lola was hunched in her chair, her attention had been drawn to a mosquito while eating dinner, she had turned her head too fast, straining her neck, causing it to ache.After Caesar asked this question that had nothing to do with the interrogation, Lola felt the pain in her neck intensifies.She said, "It was really painful, so painful I felt like I was dying."In fact, Lola had chosen general anesthesia, and when she woke up, she was fine. Even when the anesthesia wore off, it wasn't too painful, if the doctor hadn't stopped her, Lola even thought about discharging herself on the spot.As expected, Caesar fell silent again, he opened his pen.Francis next to him asked, "Does this question have anything to do with the prison break?"He didn't understand. As a Beta, he was insensitive to pheromones, and things like permanent marks were also foreign to him, he didn't understand what the experience of removing a mark was like.Betas couldn't be permanently marked, nor could they mark ot
Lola did hide food once, but not for herself, but for Oli after she got sick.Children in the mansion could only eat in the dining room, they were not allowed to take food to other places. If they were sick or uncomfortable or didn't want to go to the dining room, they would not receive any extra care.No one would bring them food, this was a form of punishment.Lola was in good health, always healthy, with no serious illnesses, she was always the most enthusiastic at mealtime, always first. But Oli couldn't do it, she was a little fool, still playing in the snow in her pajamas in winter, getting cold at night, sneezing, having a high fever, unable to get out of bed, and being unable to go to the dining room for food.Lola found a way, secretly tearing off draft paper, wrapping it around the hot chicken and rice balls, simply pinching it up, and bringing it back to Oli to eat.However, the method of hiding rice balls at that time was simpler, just hide them in the pocket of your cloth
Lola didn't care how Caesar arranged her itinerary.Her cellmates began to be released one after another, especially the ones who refused to write passionate scenes. Before her release, she tearfully read out her promise, otherwise, she would face a hefty fine.Lola had been staying in the city jail for two nights. Only the old man next door, who had illegally adopted three Asti orphans, would chat with Lola. Probably because of his age, he was a little hard of hearing, so, to many of Lola's questions, he just loudly answer, "Yes, yes".After several rounds of dialogues like "How old are you, sir?" "Ah, I don't eat duck", Lola didn't give up on communicating with him and still excitedly leaned against the iron gate, continuing their nonsensical chat.She couldn't be idle; Lola couldn't stand boredom.But at night, that old man was also bailed out.It wasn't Lola's first time in jail, and she slept quietly at night, wrapped in her blanket on her bed. Without internet access, she couldn
Caesar put down the book and beckoned to Lola.Dressed in a rose-red velvet dress, Lola hopped over, still holding the dress. She was pulled by Caesar and pressed on his arm for a heavy spanking.Lola was dumbfounded.Caesar didn't say a word, not lightening his hand at all. Regardless of Lola's struggles, she still maintained an arched pose, biting her trousers, clawing at her thigh, and whimpering.Caesar, still somewhat annoyed, asked, "Do you know what you did wrong?"Like a morning glory vine climbing up a pole, Lola hugged Caesar's neck and acted coquettishly, "I know."He asked, "Where was your mistake? Don't make me ask you question by question."Lola thought about it and told him, "Because I dated other Alphas?"Caesar could not admit it; he had no ground to mind.After calming down, he said, "You shouldn't tell me this in a boasting tone."Caesar was doing his best to resist the impulse to spank Lola's bottom perfectly red. He was exercising restraint, controlling himself, a
Tonight's events unfolded more naturally than ever before. Lola took a clean bath, didn't put on any clothes, wrapped herself in a towel, and jumped onto the couch, directing Caesar to turn on the TV for her. They paid to watch a sex movie, Caesar helped Lola wipe her wet hair and feet, cleaning off the water and a long, accidentally touched, golden curl.Lola nestled in Caesar's arms to watch the movie, eating the cake she had bought, only ate one piece of nougat, honey almond candy and then cast it aside. Just like a robot desperately trying to replenish its oil, she relied on high-calorie foods to replenish her energy.In the end, Caesar couldn't stand Lola's actions and personally reached out to remove the candy from her mouth."These things will damage your teeth," Caesar said, "Eat them tomorrow."Lola didn't like being "snatched from the tiger's mouth". A hungry child cherishes every bite of food stuffed into her mouth. She straddled his waist and
Lola arrived safely at the mansion of the female politician at dawn.This building dates back to 1808, with a spacious and bright wooden structure. A Latin-style restaurant nearby offers some interesting dishes, and a ten-minute drive will take you to a great skiing destination offering top-notch downhill and cross-country skiing equipment.This was originally the summer house of the female politician, but she was now happy to temporarily provide it for Lola to stay.Lola didn't even have time to properly thank her before falling asleep on the soft bed. She was just too tired, both physically and mentally... She didn't even have the energy to take a bath and thus lay in bed with traces of another Alpha's scent on her.The kindly sheltering female politician was named Monica, a core figure of a certain opposition party in the republic. Unlike the Empire, this is a parliamentary republic with a separation of powers and a multiparty system. She had had a ter
Angus sat next to her.He asked, "Miss, would you like to go for a walk?"Emilia agreed she stood up with the help of Angus's extended hand, and the two strolled under the moonlight, no different from when they were in the manor. Angus still called her "Miss," her loyal servant.No different from when they were in the manor, Angus paused by a cluster of flowers, tentatively kissing Emilia's hand, going up, her wrist, arm, shoulder, neck, and finally her cheeks and lips. Emilia did not refuse, she leaned against a pine tree, her waist sagging, and in this position, Angus embraced her, one hand holding her, the other touching her cheek, murmuring mesmerized and cautiously, calling her "Miss". Emilia's palm was pressed against the rough pine tree, her silvery hair was like beautiful and charming snow, and her cold purple eyes couldn't help but squint, breathing restrainedly with the sway of the pine tree, captured by Angus's palm in time.Emilia didn't know