Wine and Gun

He was left behind by the manor who did not know how many indulgent and sensual shòu. There was still a monster dormant in his heart, and in the unknowable darkness in the distance, there was another monster waiting for him to return home.

Albarino was asleep when Herstal finally came home, and the room was silent. The other party did not draw the curtains before falling asleep, and the layers of lights piled up on the horizon, shrouding Albarino in a thin shadow. The corners are coated with a layer of soft light, like the veins of mountains and rivers.

He tried his best to go to the bathroom to take a shower and wash his hands. When he went to bed, his hair was not too thick, and the tips of his hair felt a little wet to the touch. When his weight fell on the mattress, the mattress made a slight creaking sound under the pressure, and Albarino, who was behind him, moved his body and muttered something in a low voice.

—Then a hand fell on Herstal's shoulder, the palm of it uncharacteristically warm. The hand slid down the arc of his shoulder and slowly wrapped around his waist.

Herstal froze for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Albarino?"

Herstal's home, like all rich people, has a large room with exaggerated size but is actually useless. Albarino has never slept properly on his side, not even in the house. Encountered Herstal unconsciously.

But now, there was a heavy tiredness in his voice, and when he spoke, his voice was muffled, and his hand fell on Herstal.

"I saw on the Internet that couples should have more physical contact when they sleep, so as to enhance their relationship. I think it makes sense." Albarino replied, with a sense of reason, "You came back. Very late."

Hestal wanted to ridicule him. Normally, he would ridicule the other party not to think that he was "loving" after reading some messy love cheats. He had a position to say this, but at this moment he hesitated, nothing more than because the lights of Sequoia Manor were still one point among the thousands of rays of light outside the window, and his nightmare was still hidden under the bed, ready to stick out sharp Claws come.

So in the end what he said was: "...there is a new case, and I have to work overtime."

Albarino grunted vaguely, as if satisfied with the answer. His hands tightened a little and his lips pressed silently and warmly to the back of Herstal's neck.

"Go to sleep," he said.

Chapter 76 Blood Spring 10

"'What do you want?' asked the witch, walking up to him.

"'I will give away my soul,' replied the young fisherman.

"The witch turned pale and trembling, and hid her face in her blue dress. 'Pretty child, pretty child,' she murmured, 'that is a terrible thing .'

"He shook his brown hair and laughed. 'My soul is useless to me,' he replied. 'I can neither see it nor touch it nor understand it.' "

Albarino's voice was soft and gentle as he read, and he turned the page back in the book in his hand, making a slight rubbing sound.

"'If I told you, what would you give me?' asked the witch who was standing high, looking at him with beautiful eyes.

"'Five gold coins,' he said, 'and my fishing net, the wicker house I live in, and the painted boat I sail. I give you everything I have.'

"She laughed mockingly and slapped him with the sprig of hemlock. 'I can turn autumn leaves into gold,' she replied, 'and I can weave the bleak moonlight into silver I like .I serve men who are richer than all the kings of the world, and possess kingdoms as large as theirs.'

"'Then what shall I give you?' he cried, 'if your price is neither gold nor silver.'

"The witch stroked his hair with her slender white hands.

"'You have to dance with me, pretty boy,' she said softly, looking at him with a smile."

The story that Albarino was reading came to an end for a while, he felt a little grumpy in his throat and had to stop for a while, the one lying alone on the bed was still motionless - Olga Molozze's expression was still the same. The slip under her body was as pale as that, she had lost some weight since lying down, and her face was slightly puffy.

Albarino closed the book, put it on his lap, and asked, "Have you been standing there for a quarter of an hour, Agent McCard?"

Lavasa McCard was standing in the doorway, dusty and dusty, and at first glance, it looked like he had come from Quantico by plane. McArd waved his hand, as if he felt he should explain something to Albarino.

"I came to Westland to handle a case. I just went to WLPD, and I came here to see Molozer." McCard looked at Albarino carefully. Apparently, McCard didn't expect to see Albarino reading to Olga as soon as he entered the door. He continued: "It's Tuesday, shouldn't you be at work?"

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