Trillian pleaded softly, " Miss Hermione, I promise I won't reveal any secrets, please let me stay."
Hermione tried to pull her leg away in disgust, but couldn't. She could only say helplessly, "You're a grown woman, don't do that!"
"I can be your best friend!" Trillian exclaimed, quick-wittedly. "It's so boring to only be with your boyfriend! Why not have another girlfriend to go shopping and chat with? More options!"
"I wouldn't keep a ticking time bomb by my side. 'Beware of fire, theft, and best friends,' haven't you heard that?" Hermione said rationally.
"You're prettier than me, and you have a better figure!" Trillian changed the subject, "Don't you trust Draco?"
"If you put it that way, then I won't hold back!" Draco raised his wand, the tip flashing with a dangerous light.
"I was wrong." Trillian clasped her hands together.
"Of course I believe my husband!"
"That's hard to say, you don't know your man is having affairs..." Trillian's words were abruptly cut off, because Draco's murderous gaze had already swept over her.
Seeing this, Hermione also glared at Draco.
Then he gestured for Trillian to continue.
With tacit approval, Trillian grew bolder and chuckled at Draco. Draco's face darkened considerably. With Hermione present, Trillian wasn't afraid of his cold attitude. She leaned closer to Hermione and whispered:
" Hermione, you have no idea, there are so many women out there with ill intentions, all of them eyeing your husband."
"Yesterday at the casino, a beautiful hostess kept pestering him, trying to flirt with him and wouldn't let go for a second."
"You let me stay. Whenever he goes out, I can keep an eye on him and watch out for any women who come up to him. I'll make sure no one gets a chance!"
After listening, Hermione gave Draco a cold glance and replied indifferently, "I'm just afraid you'll end up stealing from him..."
"Alright, that's enough," Trillian wanted to say more to try and win back her favor, but Hermione stopped her.
"You can leave now," Hermione said, dismissing him.
"Okay!" Trillian responded happily.
Just before leaving, he turned back and gave Draco a meaningful, sly look.
Seeing this, Draco's face turned as black as ink, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, this woman didn't mention that I touched her butt, otherwise I would definitely be in big trouble today.
Trillian walked briskly backward out of the presidential suite, and thoughtfully raised her hand to gently close the door.
The moment the door closed, the room fell silent, leaving only Hermione, shrouded in black mist, standing there without uttering a word.
As soon as the door to the presidential suite closed, Draco pressed himself against Hermione, wrapping his arms around her waist. His voice held a hint of grievance as he said, "Honey, even though what she said is true... I'm not crazy. Why would I leave a flawless, beautiful wife to go and hook up with a hostess? What am I doing this for?"
"Who knows if you'll be looking for thrills? A wife is nice, but you can't use her..." Hermione crossed her arms and turned her face away.
Trillian, who was pressed against the door of the presidential suite, eavesdropping, suddenly widened her eyes, covered her mouth to prevent any sound from leaking out, and inwardly gasped: My God!
These two look like a perfect match, and their conversation is surprisingly witty and suggestive. The hidden meanings in their dialogue are incredibly suggestive; she had thought it was just a normal couple bickering!
Inside the door, Draco sensed the subtle reproach in Hermione's words and continued to argue, "I'm not that kind of person. I'm not like that woman from before, someone who's naturally drawn to thrills..."
"Hmm?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
"That's the woman from earlier, her name is Trillian. She's a thief, her favorite thing is seeking thrills, she doesn't even know if she's still a virgin," Draco added.
Trillian, standing outside the door, heard everything clearly. She trembled with rage, clenching her fists, almost unable to resist pounding on the door.
He was also seething with anger, wishing he could rush in and point his finger at Draco, demanding: Who are you calling innocent?
But she held back.
" Voldemort, Ancient Magic, Werewolf conflicts—aren't they all thrilling and dangerous adventures, all extremely exciting? You've experienced so much, how dare you say you don't love seeking thrills?" Hermione wasn't buying his excuse.
"It's all fate!" Draco said. "I always try to keep you by my side, but didn't you say that yourself? If you want to read and I'm with you 24/7, you complain that I'm not letting you read and that it's interfering with your studies..."
As he spoke, a sly glint flashed in Draco's eyes, and he quickly pinched Hermione's buttocks with his hand.
"Ah!" Hermione cried out in embarrassment and annoyance, her face instantly turning bright red. She pushed him away and snapped, "What are you doing!"
"Remove what..." Draco said with a wicked grin, then suddenly exerted force, scooped Hermione up, and tossed her onto the large bed behind him!
Hermione tumbled into the soft bedding. She braced herself against the bed, and just as she was about to get up and yell at him, Draco pounced on her like a hungry wolf. Hermione quickly moved to the inside of the bed to avoid him.
" Draco, get off me!" Hermione dodged his kisses while pushing against his chest, yelling, "The door's not locked! What if someone comes in..."
"What are you hiding from? This is the presidential suite, the soundproofing is excellent, no one outside can hear you." Draco restrained her flailing hands and pressed them against the pillow, his eyes revealing a desire to take advantage of her, and said, "Besides, it's only natural for me to be intimate with my own wife."
Hermione was so angry that she raised her leg to kick him, but he had anticipated this and pressed it down. " Miss Granger, don't move, be good..."
Trillian, standing outside the door, heard every sound inside. Her mouth gaped open, wide enough to fit an egg, and her mind began to conjure up images of the two being intimate inside the room.
Is it... you know? Sounds like quite a commotion.
This bed is of really good quality; it's completely silent.
She was usually focused on her thieving career and had never experienced such intimate interactions with her partner. Although she was bold and outspoken, she was still a naive young woman who had never been with men.
Listening to the intermittent flirting and suggestive, lewd talk inside, she felt both ashamed and curious. So she pressed her face against the door, listening intently.
She eavesdropped without moving for a full hour, but apart from the two of them hushed laughter, bickering, and occasional playful fights, she didn't hear any of the erotic sounds she had imagined. In the end, the sounds gradually subsided, presumably because Draco and Hermione were tired and had fallen asleep.
What a disappointment! Trillian's expectations were dashed. She quietly straightened up and tiptoed towards the end of the corridor.
As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Is this guy some kind of reincarnation of Liuxia Hui? He's not even galloping on horseback?"
Holding a beautiful young wife, touching and hugging her, how could he possibly resist? He's a true ninja turtle!