Operation Red Book

Dorian's mad look had long been deeply imprinted in Ivy's heart, like a hidden poisonous snake, crawling out from time to time to bite the tender flesh in her heart.

Perhaps it is true as Sherlock Holmes said - demons are cunning and insidious creatures, and getting along with them is like trying to get the skin of a tiger or dancing with a wolf.

They don't deserve sympathy, they don't deserve to be associated with, and they don't deserve to be forgiven...

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm sorry."

The clear and magnetic voice rang out in the quiet room, like a silver bell, with waves of echoes, shaking into Ivy's heart.

Ivy wanted to cry. For some reason, she felt that the grievances in her heart were about to explode, and the culprit was the devil behind her, the little devil who disturbed her heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Actually, I have a lot to say to you, but I don't know what to say. The only thing I can say is this sentence."

"I'm sorry, Ivy, I'm sorry..."

The stumbling words echoed in the cold air, forcing Ivy to burst into tears. The tears slid down her moist eyes and wet the soft pillowcase.

"It really hurts. I almost can't breathe, do you know that..." Ivy's voice trembled and she cried.

Finally getting a response from under the quilt, Dorian's olive eyes lit up instantly.

The trembling crying voice was like an invisible giant hand, squeezing him tightly.

He felt as if his body had been kneaded into a tiny grain of sand, and a huge pain came from his chest. His surging desires grew infinitely, squeezing his small heart.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

Dorian kept apologizing, praying that his apology would continue to reach Ivy.

He moved his body stiffly, uncontrollably moving closer to Ivy again.

He gently hugged the bulging quilt, and his nose swayed back and forth in the soft black hair.

Realizing that the little man in his arms did not resist, he became bolder and continued to follow his inner desires.

His fingers parted the soft hair and swirled back and forth on the smooth skin; his lips left the osmanthus-scented hair and went all the way down to the tooth-like scar on the back of his neck.

Feeling the slight tremor of Ivy's body, he opened his eyes, softened his movements, but hugged her even tighter. Their bodies were separated by a layer of quilt, but they could transmit each other's body temperature.

"It must hurt, I'm sorry..."

Dorian stuck out his tongue, and the flexible tip of his tongue moved in circles back and forth over the sunken scar.

He licked every inch of the mark very seriously. The scar on the back of his neck was automatically filled with unevenness when his tongue passed over it, and it returned to its original state in a short while.

Dorian's lips were dry and cold, but his tongue was soft and warm.

The place where the tip of the tongue reached felt a little itchy and hot. Ivy could hardly bear it and her body was shaking.

"I won't do this again, forgive me, okay?"

The hot air sprayed on her ears, and Ivy's consciousness suddenly became blurred. Her breathing slowed down and became heavier, and her whole body became dizzy.

By the time she realized what was happening, she had slowly nodded, and Dorian had held her tighter.

"Actually, I came to you for another matter."

"Well...you tell me, I'll think about it for a while."

"Three days later is Mother's birthday. I want to hold a grand birthday party for her. You promised me that you would come to help. Do you remember?"

Ivy suddenly remembered the deal she made with Dorian on the rooftop that day. She firmly believed that the death notice was a misunderstanding by Raphael, and asked Ivy to help him host Mrs. Emerson's birthday party.

She had been so busy these days that she had completely forgotten about this.

"Ah? Ah! Okay... I've already promised you, but I just remembered it now... I mean, I'd love to."

"That's great. When are you free? I'll pick you up."

"I have to work tomorrow... maybe this weekend."

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Dorian softened his tone, whispering in Ivy's ear with his magnetic voice.

His voice seemed to have some magical power, and Ivy soon felt sleepy.

"Are you feeling sleepy? I see you've been very tired lately."

Dorian rubbed Ivy's hair with his nose, greedily sniffing the sweet-scented osmanthus scent in her hair, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

“Yeah, I’m a little tired…” As soon as the words fell, sleepiness hit me like a rough wave.

Without having time to break free from Dorian's embrace, Ivy closed her heavy eyelids and her breathing gradually became steady.

Outside the window, two pairs of red eyes were staring at everything in the window. One pair of eyes was as big as a copper bell, and the scarlet eyeballs were as cold as blood splashed on the white wall.

It was the eye of a large gray bat, which was hanging upside down above a cloud of black mist with its wings folded.

"Did you see that? This is the Lord Dorian you respect. He really likes lowly humans! As a demon, isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice floated out from the black fog. The voice was charming, sexy, soft and pleasant, echoing in the sky.

"You're right, Dalton."

Dalton in bat form was silent for a long time. He stared at Dorian's back, and the hatred in his eyes deepened.

"I know what you mean." Dalton's voice was still hoarse and unpleasant.

"I will continue to keep an eye on that bitch from the East. I have been poisoning her these past few days, and she is almost at her limit."

"Hahahaha, that's good. Let's deal with her as soon as possible. The next one will be the bamboo chopsticks."

"I will obey your orders, Master Lilith."