"Lucy, saying things like that only kills the mood and makes you completely unattractive..."
Russell looked at Lucy with an odd expression and said sympathetically, "But it's not really your fault. After all, your humanity is gradually disappearing, and you lack the proper sense of shame. It's understandable, understandable."
Russell decided to be the bigger person, but Lucy did not think she was making baseless remarks. She emphasized, "Officer Russell, you should face yourself. You and I both know that what you do is not driven by desire itself, but by your resistance to evolution."
"That's not true!"
Russell pulled a digital camera from behind his butt and placed it before Lucy. "Look, these are photos I took while dressing you. What do you think? Doesn't that make me a total scumbag?"
Lucy first glanced behind Russell, then fixed her gaze on the black stigmata on the back of his left hand before finally looking at her own photos.
Her brows furrowed, and the digital camera automatically flipped to Ashley's album. "There really is such a person... Ashley... Strange. She shouldn't exist... Who is she? Where did she come from?"
"There's no need to dwell on the details. The important thing is that I took photos of you. That's the best proof."
"With all due respect, that only proves you are struggling. Your stubbornness is making you reject your true self."
"I'm not!"
Bang!
Russell slapped the coffee table, carefully stuffed the digital camera into his storage space, and then glared at the utterly inhuman Lucy.
Revenge should never wait overnight. Leave it overnight, and it went stale!
Faced with Lucy's repeated provocations, Russell reached out, hoisted her over his shoulder by the waist, and strode into the bedroom.
Lucy wanted to prove that he had lost human desire, that