Infinite: Starting from Resident Evil

Uh... I don't think I offended her, did I?

Shen Ye scratched his head, trying to recall what he had just done, but apart from secretly glancing at her chest a few times, he didn't seem to have done anything out of line.

Besides, given the witch's personality, even if she were caught peeking at her breasts, she probably wouldn't be angry...

So, what's wrong with me?

Amid Shen Ye's puzzled expression, the black-haired witch parked her sports car in front of a motel.

"We're here?" Shen Ye looked at the motel in front of him. He had stayed in motels in Raccoon City for some reason, but he didn't have a good impression of them. They were dirty and chaotic.

"You don't actually live here, do you?" Shen Ye asked with suspicion. It seemed like the black-haired witch was in a worse situation than the silver-haired witch, but that wasn't the case in the game!

Just as Shen Ye was feeling puzzled, the black-haired witch coldly said, "Do you think I would live in a place like this?"

"Probably not." Shen Ye shook his head.

"Don't use 'should,' use 'definitely.'" The black-haired witch gave him a disapproving look. "Most convenience stores and supermarkets are closed at this hour. Only the convenience stores in motels are open 24 hours. There's only one supermarket near my apartment complex..."

"So what do you want to buy?" Shen Ye understood what Bayonetta meant.

“Wine, since this is your first time visiting my home, I should at least prepare a welcoming ceremony for you,” the black-haired witch said matter-of-factly.

Uh... Do all you witches place such importance on rituals?

Shen Ye thought of Joan of Arc. When he went to Joan of Arc's house, Joan of Arc also said that she would prepare a welcoming ceremony for him.

"And I also need to prepare some men's items for you. At least a pair of slippers. Of course, if you're staying for a long time, I'll also need to buy you a razor." The black-haired witch started calculating, seemingly forgetting that she had just been angry with Shen Ye.

Hearing the black-haired witch's words, Shen Ye had a strong sense of déjà vu. In his vision, he could vaguely see the shadow of Jeanne d'Arc behind Bayonetta.

Sure enough, they are the closest of best friends; they even treat men the same way.

But Shen Ye couldn't help but sigh, despite the witch's unconventional style, she was surprisingly caring.

With these thoughts in mind, Shen Ye and Bayonetta got out of the car and went into the convenience store inside the motel.

The convenience store owner was a middle-aged white man, which seemed to be standard at every motel. Seeing the two enter, the man didn't even raise an eyebrow, simply saying, "Welcome to Duncan's Motel. We have the most complete range of amenities, including guns and ammunition..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged white man looked up, and upon seeing that it was a man and a woman, he added a sentence.

"Of course, there are also condoms, and they come in all flavors."

"Do you have rosemary flavor?" The black-haired witch wasn't a shy little girl; she asked quite bluntly.

"I don't think so..." The middle-aged white man thought the black-haired witch would be reserved, but he was also stunned when he heard this.

“Then let’s not say we have both. Besides, he and I don’t need them.” Bayonetta looked at Shen Ye with a smile: “Hmm, darling, do you want some? I heard that men feel uncomfortable wearing those things!”

Don't be so blunt, Miss Witch...

Even though Shen Ye was a seasoned veteran, his reserved nature as an Easterner still made him a little embarrassed when he heard the two talking. Just a few months ago (in reality), he was the kind of innocent boy who would blush with embarrassment if he accidentally bought a condom while buying chewing gum at the supermarket.

"Mr. Cat, you're shy." The black-haired witch, of course, noticed the fleeting embarrassment on Shen Ye's face.

"No," Shen Ye said calmly, then walked to the cashier and picked out a box without even looking at it.

At this moment, the middle-aged white man suddenly spoke up and reminded him, "That's chewing gum."

Shen Ye was taken aback and quickly looked down, only to find that it was indeed chewing gum.

"This is exactly what I wanted." Shen Ye waved his chewing gum. "You don't need to brush your teeth to eat this stuff."

"You served in the military?" the middle-aged white man asked with some curiosity. In any army, chewing gum is issued as a temporary substitute for cleaning the mouth when there is no time to brush teeth.

"Okay!" Shen Ye didn't want to discuss his past experiences with a stranger, so he nodded and walked deeper into the convenience store.

Bayonetta watched Shen Ye's retreating figure, thought for a moment, and then gave up the idea of ​​picking out items at the cashier. After all, she felt it was too early, and she might not even need these things in the future.

Shortly after, the two returned to the cashier, each carrying a pile of items.

Shen Ye bought mostly food items, since the witch said she wanted to drink some wine, and he needed to prepare some snacks to go with it.

As expected, the witch also bought some men's items in addition to a few bottles of wine.

"It's a pity they don't have pajamas here," Bayonetta thought with some regret, then took out her wallet to pay.

But Shen Ye paid the money first.

In D country, everything was prepared for him by Joan of Arc, which made him feel like a kept man. In order not to experience that feeling again, he needed to take the initiative.

"Hmm, I hope you'll be just as proactive in paying when we get home," the witch said with a grin.

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(went out for drinks)

Chapter 522! The feel is top-notch!

(The missing chapter from yesterday has been added to the previous chapter)

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Since the sports car didn't have a trunk, Shen Ye carried all his belongings in his arms after leaving the motel. He originally planned to throw them at his feet, but that would leave him nowhere to put his feet. And he, who always abides by the rules of riding in a car, would never put his feet on the car's control panel for comfort like the black-haired witch.

The black-haired witch then started the sports car and drove towards her residence.

Soon after, the two arrived at a residential area. However, the residential areas in the United States were somewhat different from those in China. Here, all the houses were detached. But unlike Enzo's house, the black-haired witch's house was made of wood, though it still looked better than Joan of Arc's.

"Are nuns paid that much?"

After getting off the bus, Shen Ye was quite surprised to see that the house was not much smaller than Enzo's house. Although he knew that the United States was sparsely populated, this was a city. Even if the tax on a wooden house was not high, it was still a big expense.

The black-haired witch took a bag from Shen Ye's arms and said as she walked forward, "The church I serve doesn't pay me a salary because I'm just a volunteer and not a very sincere one. By the way, could you help me get my keys? They're in my left back pocket."

She bought a lot of things, so if she carries them like this, she won't have any free hands.

"It sounds like you're the kind of beast of burden that capitalists love... But, your clothes are made of hair, right? How can you still put a key in them?" Shen Ye lowered his head in confusion, looking at the witch's pert buttocks, the perfect curves of which showed no trace of a key.

“Since my hair can turn into clothes, why can’t it store things? Besides, a key isn’t a big deal.” The black-haired witch said, turning her backside towards Shen Ye.

Looking at those perfect curves, Shen Ye imagined how wonderful it would feel to touch, but still said aloud, "In that case, why don't you use your hair to hide what you're holding and then go get it yourself?"

The black-haired witch turned around and glared at Shen Ye, saying irritably, "Because I'm giving you a legitimate reason to touch my butt, don't you want it?"

That's a very valid reason, and of course I want to give it a try.

Shen Ye thought for a moment, then without hesitation, he immediately freed one hand and reached into the pocket of the pants that had been transformed from hair.

"How does it feel?" the black-haired witch suddenly asked.

"Top-notch." Shen Ye said honestly. Even through a layer of "cloth," he could clearly feel his palm sinking deep into it.

"Thank you for the compliment!" The black-haired witch raised an eyebrow.

However, after finding the key, Shen Ye quickly pulled his hand away, opened the door, and went inside.

He felt that Bayonetta was far too skilled, at least a level above Joan of Arc, and was somewhat difficult to handle.

"You look more like the owner of this house than I do." The black-haired witch followed Shen Ye inside and watched him skillfully take slippers out of the bag he was carrying and put them on. Then, he skillfully walked to the refrigerator, found a bottle of cola, and started drinking it. She couldn't help but complain.

Shen Ye downed half a can of cola in one gulp. He let out a long breath; the cold soda calmed him down a bit. Then, he walked over to the sofa, put his feet up on the coffee table, and said, "Do we need to be so polite with each other?"

“That makes sense… But what is our relationship?” The black-haired witch sorted the items and took out the bottles of wine from the bag. As she spoke, she pondered which bottle of wine she should drink later.

"What do you think?" Shen Ye took another sip of cola and then asked in return.

"Shouldn't this be asked of you? You're a man, you should take the initiative." The black-haired witch walked to the liquor cabinet again and took out two dusty glasses. She usually went to the Gates of Hell bar to drink, and the glasses at home hadn't been used in who knows how long.

Frowning, the black-haired witch first opened the bottle of red wine she had chosen, then took two wine glasses and walked to the sink, turning on the tap to wash them.

While washing the wine glasses, the witch didn't receive a response from Shen Ye, and assumed he was too shy to speak, so she said again, "You were very proactive when you paid for it just now."

"That's different." Shen Ye pouted, then turned around and leaned back on the sofa, looking at the witch's tall and voluptuous back. "Could you prepare some snacks to go with the drinks? I've already bought the food, you can just cook it up however you like."

Although Enzo's wife prepared a table full of food to celebrate Enzo's birthday, Shen Ye didn't eat much. He was initially overwhelmed by the sugary cake, so now he was starting to feel hungry.

"Why should I have to process it? Didn't you buy the food?" the black-haired witch said indignantly.

Shen Ye chuckled: "But you are the owner of the house, and you invited me here. Have you ever heard of a guest having to do everything himself when visiting the host's house?"

“But you just said our relationship was special, I thought you were serious!” Bayonetta turned and glanced at him, complaining, “Why are you making such a clear distinction between host and guest now?”

Shen Ye shrugged: "Unless you're willing to give me half of the key, I'll always be a guest."

Bayonetta gestured towards the door with her lip: "Look, you've hung the key on the door. If you want, you can take the key and make a copy tomorrow... Speaking of which, you're from China, how about I cook you Chinese food?"

"Is it the kind with lots of sugar? If it's the kind of Chinese food, then there's no need for that," Shen Ye said cautiously. Among the food he bought were several semi-finished products, and even chicken breast. The main reason was that although the convenience store at that motel had a wide variety of goods, it was nothing like the convenience stores in China, which also prepared various cooked foods.

However, he did see some canned food, but this reminded him of some bad memories from the past. Unless absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to eat canned food; hot food was much more suitable for him.

"I'm sorry, but I only know how to cook Chinese food with lots of sugar, like General Tso's Chicken, Almond Chicken, and Sesame Chicken." Bayonetta picked up a package of chicken breast and waved it at Shen Ye.

“Why don’t you do it yourself? Anyway, I’ve already given you permission to use my house key to make copies, so you’re not a guest anymore,” Bayonetta said.

Shen Ye thought for a moment, then nodded: "I think this is feasible."

Then he frowned again, as if he had never cooked a meal while he was at Joan of Arc's house; Joan of Arc always prepared the food and called him to eat.

However, Joan of Arc had five hundred years more experience and had traveled extensively throughout Europe. Compared to Bayonetta, who had spent a considerable amount of time in the United States, her culinary skills were far superior.

It seems that both women have their own advantages... Shen Ye thought to himself.

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