Operation Red Book

Dorian didn't say anything. He crossed his arms, his pupils turned back to olive color, and he looked at Ivy with amusement as her face flushed.

"Well, then I will die in front of the god of death who wants to take my soul tomorrow, and then you will have to fight with the god of death for the soul!"

Ivy thought of another reason, and her black eyes glowed in the moonlight.

"Lord Dorian, if you were by my side when I died, you could eat my soul without any effort!"

Dorian turned around and squatted down, with his charming and seductive face directly in front of Ivy.

He held his cheek with his left hand and said with interest:

"That's a good reason, but I still don't believe you will die tomorrow. I know Raphael, and his words are probably just to scare people."

Ivy was really at a loss now. She bit her lips, her body trembled uncontrollably, and hot tears quickly filled her eyes, as if she was about to burst into tears in the next second.

Dorian's lips curled up even more, his pupils trembled with excitement, and his voice trembled constantly: "Cry, the devil and the human's crying are companions, you cry, the more you cry, the more excited I am!"

He stretched out his black nails and gently stroked Ivy's cheek, then lifted her chin. Her rippling eyes were even more rippled by the tears.

"Then make some conditions... What conditions will make you agree?" Ivy said with a sobbing voice, trying hard to hold back her tears.

The pair of narrow eyes looked Ivy up and down, sighed softly, and said as if surrendering: "I know, I will go to the welfare home with you tomorrow."

In just a blink of an eye, Ivy smiled, and the water in her eyes slowly disappeared. She kept nodding her head, vividly expressing her joy.

"I'm currently planning my mother's birthday party, which will be held in a month and a half. If you're not dead, you must come to McMillan Manor to help me. I want to give my mother the most perfect birthday party in the world."

"It's a small matter. I agree to help you!" Ivy excitedly reached out and high-fived Dorian, representing another contract between the two.

Things were finally settled. After a thrilling night, it seemed that I could finally have a good sleep. Ivy stretched with satisfaction.

"That's what I wanted to ask you."

Dorian stood on the railing, his left hand on his waist, his weight all on his left leg. His slender figure looked particularly tall and straight under the moonlight.

"What would you have done if I hadn't saved you and let you fall to your death? Would you have regretted it?"

The evening breeze ruffled his olive hair, conveying his question to Ivy below.

Ivy smiled, shrugged, and replied, "I've thought about this situation, and I really regretted it at first."

"But then I thought, after I die I will become a soul, and my soul will surely be able to attract you over. Then I will let my soul ask you for help."

"What if I still don't agree?"

"Then I will tear your belly apart. I will punch and kick you in the stomach until you beg for mercy! I tell you, I am a person who will pursue the last glimmer of hope even if my soul is torn to pieces."

Dorian suddenly laughed. Unlike his previous sneers, this time his laugh was crisp and lively, as pleasant as a bell.

His expression was not stiff and there was no sarcasm in his eyes.

Ivy was very surprised when she heard this and started laughing.

"Is this the first time the little devil has truly laughed? Is it because of my own recklessness?" Ivy smiled bitterly in her heart, but had no more thoughts.

"Then let's meet at August Street at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. We should fill our stomachs early. The food there isn't very good."

"As you wish."

"Oh, by the way, next time you come to see me, you don't have to jump off the building or commit suicide." Dorian specifically reminded me before leaving.

He pulled up Ivy's wrist and placed her entire palm on the dark blue spot on her neck.

The part where her palm was pressed slowly became hot. Ivy could feel the spot gradually changing shape, and could even sense a six-pointed star devil pattern with blue lines.

"Feel its flow and warmth, and silently recite my name in your heart. As long as you want to see me, no matter how far away you are, I will appear."

A turquoise light shone through the fingers, the same light as the six-pointed star on Dorian's wrist.