It seems like I've used it before. Dallas should not be judged by appearances
As she spoke, she leaned closer and caressed his chest with her fingers, teasing him with a hint of hesitation, "Did you shoot on it?"
Dallas grasped her hand, giving it a squeeze that was somewhere between a warning and a surrender. His face remained stoic, lips pressed into a thin line that bordered on coldness, but the telltale flush of his ears gave him away.
"Silence means it's true," she teased deliberately. "You're such a flirt."
"What do you think about when you touch yourself? Do you think of me? Imagine me beneath you, begging for mercy?"
She looked at him intently, eyes alight with curiosity and a hint of challenge, demanding an answer.
Dallas sighed, a touch of exasperation in his voice. "Averi," he murmured."
Averi raised an eyebrow, he wasn't like this before.
She still remembers the day she gave him underwear and asked him if he had masturbated. His face and eyes were cold, and he looked down from above.
In the past, she hadn't cared, so it hadn't mattered. The colder he was, the more amused she felt. But now, with her feelings changed, looking back on old memories turned those moments of amusement into grudges.
Right now, she felt a thrill of vindictive satisfaction.
"Tell me, I want to know—was it a lot? "His underwear leaned close to his nose, his eyes still fixed on him.
Dallas' heart suddenly contracted. He was sure he had washed himself clean, but seeing her smell still made him instinctively nervous.
Averi suppressed her laughter, furrowed her brows, and said with concern, "How much did you shoot? You can still smell it now."
"Averi."
He seems to only be able to say these two words.
It's too rare to let her occupy the moral high ground once. How could she easily let it go.
Averi pretended to scold, saying, 'Don't act like this. You've already done it, gone all out, and now you're pretending to look innocent. Dallas, be honest—just how many times have you messed with my underwear?
He remained silent, and she counted and asked, "Once?"
"Twice?"
"Oh, there's more than that?" Surprisingly, there are more than that? Averi was truly surprised. She thought that people like Dallas would do a ridiculous thing at most once, and then have a set of self loathing and crazy self reflection afterwards.
"Three times?"
Dallas's lips buzzed for a moment.
Tsk, it seems to be three times, which greatly surprised her.
She fell silent, but the look in her eyes was enough to prick his conscience. Frustrated and at a loss for words. Dallas became restless and couldn't argue, so he vented his frustration with a kiss.
A kiss with a sense of punishment, gentler than yesterday afternoon, more aggressive but not enough to hurt her.
Averi feigned obedience, slipping her tongue to intertwine with his. Then, as he paused to catch his breath, she whispered teasingly, "Happy to see me?"
He was still hesitating whether to speak his mind when she said, "You can shoot into your hole instead of the underwear."
I knew she didn't have any kind words.
Dallas was angry and wanted to laugh.
Seeing that she was about to say more, he leaned in and bit her lip.
The canine teeth gently rubbed and softened, as if they were about to pierce her skin in the next second, but the tongue was gentle, and the moist breath seeped straight into her mouth.
Averi trembled, snorted and didn't say anything, then hugged his neck and deepened the kiss.
After breakfast, she and Karter were sent to the Jordan ward again. Averi informed the two of their flight tickets, and Karter remained reserved, but his eyes lit up. Jordan burst into tears of joy and kept thanking Dallas. I don't know who started the conversation, but Jordan and Karter had a serious discussion about what gift to give to Dallas after returning home.
I probably knew I could go back, but the psychological pressure suddenly decreased. The two of them talked more than usual, smiled more, and even Carol was happy for them.
Amidst all the joy, Averi's expression remained indifferent.
Even if she deliberately doesn't think about some things, external voices will still remind her.
Around six o'clock, Dallas will come to pick me up. After Karter got off the car, Averi let out a loud cry and said something had fallen on the opposite side.
Dallas started the car again and drove back, casually asking what it was. After waiting for a few seconds without an answer, he realized something was wrong. He turned to look at Averi and saw that she was also looking at him.
Halfway through, Averi suddenly said, "Stop the car."
The campsite is separated by about two kilometers, with no streetlights in the middle. When the lights go out, the surrounding area is the most natural night.
The car was silent, a kind of calm before the storm. Dallas took in the familiar scent of laundry detergent on her, the same as his, and steadied his breath before asking, "Why stop here?"
She turned to look at him, her dark eyes as deep as the night, seeing through everything but saying nothing. Instead, she countered with a quiet question: "Take a guess."
He remained silent, his eyes gradually thickening.
This person is still so good at lying.
Averi looked at him for a moment, got up and crossed over to his lap. He remained silent and immediately extended his hand to firmly grasp her waist. When she sat down, his palm moved up along her spine, separating the hard steering wheel.
Look at how seamless this set of movements is, are you still pretending to be with her?
Averi chuckled lightly and said, "Dallas, why are you always so insincere."
She never expected that her sweet words would touch the scar in his heart.
The atmosphere between the two suddenly changed, and Dallas' eyes showed a hint of clarity: "Do you really want to hear the truth, without any pretense?"
A smile froze on his lips, and Averi looked at him quietly. After a while, he sighed softly.
Dallas also let out a bitter smile a long time later.
Look, she got annoyed before saying anything.
Averi could tell from his expression that she had provoked him again. She held her thin cheeks with both hands, pecked and kissed his lips, coaxing him like a gentle girlfriend, "Are you angry?"
His tongue probed several times, but his teeth remained motionless and he refused to let her in.
Averi continued to kiss him patiently, "Shall we not say these things?"
"I know I have a lot of dark history, and saying this doesn't have much persuasiveness, but just now I really didn't mean to provoke or anger you."
Dallas' heart rose and fell, and after a moment of silence, she leaned forward and buried her head in her neck, saying in a muffled voice, "It's my fault."
It's too ugly. What is he doing, throwing tantrums and asking for candy?
These past few days, her attitude has been intimate, and the emotions she could have suppressed have started to become restless. People are inherently greedy. When they have nothing, they think a little will satisfy them. But once they get that little, they start to wonder why it can't be two parts, three, or even the whole thing."
"You're not bad."
She shook her head, her hair brushing against his nose, sparking a faint, tickling sensation.
