Chapter 371
When she returned the way she came, she found that the roller shutter door of warehouse number two had been pulled down.
Seeing the Sarkaz mercenaries standing at the entrance of Warehouse One, Mudrock asked with a complicated expression:
"Where is the master?"
The other party sighed, looking quite helpless:
"The master was drunk just now and Texas helped him into the bedroom. She said she would make a hangover soup in there and feed it to the master before coming out."
"..."
Mudrock's lips twitched, and she strode to the roller shutter door of Warehouse Number Two, raising her hand to knock. But her hand froze in mid-air, not striking down forcefully. Because she hadn't yet decided what she could do after knocking.
The owner is drunk and probably already in bed. As expected, Texas is making hangover soup. If I knock on the door now and call her out, will she really come out?
If they don't come out, what's the point of knocking? What will the homeowner think if they find out later?
Mudrock hesitated for a moment, then ultimately chose to give up.
She glanced at her compatriots, then turned and went back to her bedroom in Warehouse One, opening the innermost secret room.
Mudrock squatted down and hugged the Clay Sculpture of Shi Lei's thigh, her heart filled with a jumble of emotions, like a spilled spice stand. She muttered to herself, but no one knew what she was saying.
Texas helped Shi Lei into his bedroom. After placing him on the bed, she thoughtfully took off his shoes and unbuttoned his collar to let him breathe.
She was familiar with the environment here.
About six months ago, Shi Lei went on a business trip to Kazimierz. Texas, using the excuse that Lisa was afraid of thunder and needed his company, secretly sneaked into his bedroom several times.
She gazed at the unconscious man on the bed, closed the door behind her, and prepared to make some hangover soup first.
Mudrock should be back soon; staying in the bedroom all the time at this point would give people something to gossip about.
The main problem was the alcohol Shi Lei drank; it was incredibly potent. A drop or two would be enough to knock out an ordinary person, and regular hangover remedies didn't seem to have much effect.
But we have no choice but to endure it.
Texas wanted to make a hangover soup first, then bring it into Shi Lei's bedroom. This would create an excellent opportunity for the two of them to be alone.
She skillfully went to the kitchen, took out the necessary ingredients from the refrigerator, and started cooking.
Texas smiled slightly as she watched Lisa standing in the doorway, clutching her teddy bear.
"What? Are you sleepy? If you feel sleepy, go to sleep. I can handle things here."
"Okay, I'll go wash up right away."
It was only 8:30, not yet Lisa's bedtime. But she obediently washed up, said goodnight to each other, and went into the bedroom.
Texas was very pleased that her child was so understanding. After preparing the hangover soup, she served it in a glass bowl. Then, carrying the still-hot bowl back to her bedroom, she placed it on the table to cool naturally.
During this brief moment, Texas moved a stool from the room to the bedside and gazed at Shi Lei's sleeping face.
If Exusiai present at this moment, she would know what it means to have eyes that can draw tears. Only when no one else is around will she show her true feelings.
"Why."
Texas gazed at the man she secretly loved and sighed helplessly. She had tried many times to express her love through hints, but to no avail. He was like the rock she had created—straight and hard.
Thinking about it carefully, maybe it's because we're all too familiar with each other.
Texas had sensed more than once that Shi Lei treated her and the other Messenger as family.
This made it even harder for her to speak, fearing the consequences of being rejected after revealing her feelings.
Well, confessing your love is like a mirror.
If successful, everyone is happy. If it fails, the mirror will shatter into countless pieces. Even if you glue it back together, there will still be gaps of varying sizes.
Texas sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his face, her mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.
Their shared experiences over the years flashed through their minds like a movie.
She's emotionally stable and doesn't cause much trouble. Her smile is gentle and gives people an irreplaceable sense of security...
She still remembered how Shi Lei had traveled thousands of miles to Syracuse to end an unfair deal with the Wolf Lord Zaro, all for her sake. How could anyone not like a man with such strong drive and personal charm?
Texas stared at him, and her left hand unconsciously reached out and lightly touched the other's cheek.
In an instant, she felt as if she had been electrocuted.
An indescribable current surged through my brain, bringing with it a crazy and audacious idea.
At this moment, Texas longed to go to the living room and take a sip of the wine from the jar. Perhaps if he got drunk, he wouldn't have to think about anything, wouldn't have to choose anything.
Her hand rested on Shi Lei's cheek, and the feeling of this skin-to-skin contact was exceptionally wonderful.
The fingertips gradually moved upwards, gently tracing a line from the cheek to the center of the brow. Then they began to descend, to the bridge of the nose, to the tip of the nose, and finally to the slightly parted lips.
Texas licked her lips repeatedly.
That bold idea seemed to be nourished, growing wildly in her mind.
Texas felt as if a Sarkaz and a Sarkaz were arguing inside her head, causing her inner turmoil and conflict, leaving her unsure of what to choose.
The wall clock ticks away.
Texas's heart pounded.
The high-alcohol liquor that Miss Ling provided required eighteen cups to get drunk. Beer and red wine, with their lower alcohol content, would never make me this drunk, no matter how much I drank.
She was conflicted, hesitant, and confused. She was thinking, hesitating, and struggling. Could tonight be her only chance in this lifetime?
Texas swallowed hard, then slowly moved closer to her beloved and gave him her first kiss.
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It must be said that the two extended tentacles on Miss W's head really do look a bit like a cockroach.
I had heard that she was a mercenary in Kazdel, just like Mudrock, but I didn't expect her to be such a skilled dancer.
Shi Lei looked around and realized that only Exusiai had gone to the plaza below to dance. Everyone else was gathered around him, silently watching the rainbow lights sway wildly.
"No, what are you all doing here? It's the New Year, why don't you go down and have some fun together?"
Upon hearing this, Texas chimed in:
"I also think they're a bit reserved right now. It would be best if you could go down and start things up, then they might be able to relax."
Before Shi Lei could reply, she bowed slightly, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage, and said sincerely:
"Now it's your turn to set an example. Shi Lei, may I have this dance with you?"
Upon receiving the invitation from Texas, he looked embarrassed. He shook his head and politely declined.
"But I'm not very good at it."
"It's okay."
The Texas Family was once one of Syracuse's most notorious gangs. Chelinina learned to dance from a very young age, and even when she was fostered by the Saluzzo family, she didn't fall behind.
"If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Seeing that she had said that, Shi Lei felt that he should indeed set an example.
Otherwise, during the Lunar New Year, everyone would just sit around staring at each other. This serious atmosphere wouldn't have any of the lively and festive spirit of the holiday.
Seeing this, Mudrock licked his lips.
She actually wanted to invite her master to dance, but she wasn't very skilled at it. The dance she was most familiar with, the dance of earth and stone, was with Stone Statues and wasn't suitable for human social occasions.
Seeing the two get up to leave, Mudrock gritted his teeth and chased after them, asking:
"Sir, could you teach me?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Lei stopped, turned around, and replied with a smile:
"Haha, I'm a student myself. If you want to learn, you should ask the teacher."
Texas stopped and turned back, a subtle smile appearing on her face. A few days ago, when Mudrock served her rice, the two had already secretly established a hierarchy between them.
At this point, showing some care for the Mudrock is the best way to demonstrate Texas's magnanimity.
"Okay, let's do it together then."
Seeing the three of them walk down the castle together, Miss Nian could only watch anxiously from the side.
Xi is too introverted; when faced with such a lively scene, she only knows to hide in places with fewer people.
It's the Lunar New Year, such a wonderful atmosphere. It's a real shame she's wasting it like this.
Feeling sorry for Nian Tixi, he took her hand and led her to the square below the castle.
"Hey? What... what are you going to do?"
"Come on, come on, let's go down and jump around. Whether you like it or not, there are some things you have to experience for yourself."
"No, please stop, I..."
Xi tried to resist, but Nian's red hands were like red-hot iron clamps, and she couldn't break free at all.
She wore a look of utter despair as her sister forcibly dragged her to the square.
At this time, the Inner City square was brightly decorated, with everything ablaze in red. Large red lanterns and colorful flags hung along both sides of the main road, fluttering and swaying in the mountain breeze, providing onlookers with a unique experience.
Among the people swaying to the music, some were former guerrillas who had lived in the North for many years, some were ordinary citizens of Chernobyl, and some were Kuranta infected people from Kazimierz.
New Year's Eve is a festival celebrated only in Yan, and it is still somewhat unfamiliar to them.
The days gone by were like duckweed adrift on the sea. I drifted aimlessly each day, worrying about the future.
But things are different now. The City Lord has given them a home. A beautiful home without barriers or discrimination, a home worth cultivating and dedicating one's life to.
This indescribable sense of security can only be understood by those who have experienced a life of wandering.
"Look, the City Lord is coming down!"
As soon as Shi Lei appeared in the Inner City square, he was greeted with cheers from the crowd. He smiled and waved to everyone before heading to a spot near the stage.
The idea of coming down to share the joy with the people was a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Texas wasn't wearing her deep-V black evening gown; she could only use the outfit she was wearing for the live demonstration.
"In classical dance in Syracuse, the most important things are elegance and fluid movements."
After Texas finished speaking, she immediately struck a pose resembling a ballerina and spun around on the spot:
"Alright, I'll demonstrate it for you first. If you want to learn this, you have to start with the most basic steps."
Shi Lei listened attentively, imitating the movements of the Texas instructor. Mudrock stood behind him, learning the Syracuse dance as well. The nearby onlookers also spontaneously joined in, following the movements.
"1234, 2234... Stop, stop, stop!"
Texas quickly discovered the problem.
Since the Emperor was holding a charity performance here, the songs were all heavy metal. Dancing Syracuse to that kind of music just felt awkward.
"Wait a minute, I'll go change the song."
Texas approached the stage owner and made her request. The Emperor readily agreed, saying that Miss Flight Attendant would sing the next song. Her musical style was more suited to Syracuse dance.
"Change the music, let's go through it again. 1234, 2234, 3234, very good, don't stop."
It must be said that Texas's dance moves are as elegant and graceful as a white swan. With each graceful gesture, she exudes an air of nobility that commoners can only admire from afar.
Shi Lei and Mudrock tried to imitate it, but it didn't quite look right. However, they didn't care; dancing was for fun, not for showing off how good their dancing skills were.
With the City Lord setting a good example, everyone gradually relaxed. The atmosphere at the scene was even more lively than last year's bonfire party.
At the edge of the dance floor, Nian danced the most energetically. She wore a white Qipao, exuding a classic Yan charm.
Xi, dressed in Cyan Qipao reminiscent of a landscape painting, was forcibly dragged into dancing. Although her movements were stiff, the graceful twists and turns of her figure still possessed a unique beauty.
Most of the people present did not know how to dance.