All Chapters of I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Well, idle anyway. "I know you have a lot of questions you want to ask," Zephyrine said softly as she tightened her arms around me and rested her chin against my shoulder, "but can we put those questions aside for now? Because... I'm hungry." Although she had often made this kind of intimate gesture to me before, for some reason, the touch that I had grown accustomed to, and even a little tired of, now made my heart feel like it was beating faster - even if it was just a simple hug. Seeming to be listening to the sky, Leslie still looks confused, obviously not understanding what I'm talking about. Leslie nodded, then frowned again and met my eyes with a questioning look. She seemed to be waiting for me to take the initiative to explain to her what exactly had happened, and looking at her current reaction, I was even more certain that that Sven man had definitely used some means to get the key to Leslie's house - he had planned it, but what exactly had he planned? What exactly did

It all happened so quickly that I was a bit unable to react, but my heart was already starting to beat faster because of the close contact. Just then, the cell phone in my bag suddenly rang. I wanted to reach over to my bag to answer it, but I didn't feel right about it. And Zephyrine, who was crouching on top of me, froze for just a moment, then lowered her head again and proceeded to pry my lips open with her tongue, and her hands began to slowly roam over my body, not taking the cell phone that was making such a ruckus seriously at all. I didn't know who was calling, and I didn't have time to think about it, just wrapping my arms around Zephyrine and responding to her lingering kisses nervously and rawly - a little bit excited and a little bit scared at the same time about what might happen next. But the caller was extremely patient, calling and calling, as if if if I didn't pick up the phone, it would ring until the end of the world. Finally, even Zephyrine couldn't stand it anym

When I got home, Leslie didn't say much but she broke into the den and turned on her computer. I was surprised to see her interested in something other than cleaning, practicing yoga, reading, and listening to music, but I didn't want to disturb her, so I decided to take a walk. After strolling around the corridor for a couple of hours and not finding anything suspicious, I couldn't help but come back to the management office on the first floor, simply because my heart was still haunted by last night's security footage. Wang is standing next to the gate, and inside the management room, he is lying on the table asleep. Seeing such an "excellent" work ethic, I was no longer surprised that the gentleman was able to enter and exit Leslie's home freely - I guess I need to urge Leslie to submit the complaint letter. I took advantage of the fact that the sales clerk had turned to fiddle with the speakers to quietly say to Leslie, "It's a better deal to get the one on the right." It didn't

Sure enough, Zephyrine was looking into the mirror and fine-tuning her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil while helplessly saying, "There's a sudden emergency at the station, and they said they want me to come over right now." Saying that, she in the mirror raised her eyes to glance at me standing in the doorway. The man didn't say much, only nodded slightly and greeted the two policemen before walking into the elevator with his wife and leaving. The two left behind didn't stay too long, they skipped room 17B and went straight to ring the doorbell of 17A and started to ask about an old woman living inside. I stood hesitantly in place, even more puzzled by what happened last night. Since the man in the black jacket wasn't Sven Man, where the hell was Sven Man now? Turning my head to look at the two policemen who were still questioning relentlessly, I frowned and thought about it before deciding that I should go in and take a look inside number 17. Choi looked at the man's face and nodd

 It felt a little unnatural to her, but I couldn't tell what exactly was unnatural about her. Without waiting for me to reply, Leslie smiled at me again before turning and leaving the study without another word. I stood frozen in place for a moment, not knowing what to go and do. Turning my head, I once again saw the sliding glass door that had caused this dream to suddenly awaken. There, still, was nothing. In that case, I hadn't seen myself in days. Zephyrine and I were looking at each other in the mirror when she suddenly pursed her lips and opened her mouth to ask, "Regret." It was clearly a question, but the tone of a declarative sentence. Leslie turns her head, her cheeks slightly flushed from the dance she just did, and she smiles as she sets her glass back down on the table, panting softly as she does so, "... You haven't seen my stern side just yet." After saying that, she picked up the mouse again and closed the page, and the music stopped. A