Operation Red Book

"I...you...you don't want to see me..."

The ethereal voice echoed in the deep night, crisp and immature, with the sadness and confusion unique to teenagers.

The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar to Ivy. She looked around but didn't see anyone.

"Who said that? Come out first and let's talk."

"But you said you hated me..."

"I never said that, and I don't hate you."

"You said..."

"Hey...you come out first, and we can talk face to face, okay?"

Ivy frowned and blinked at the mirror. Whether it was talking or doing things, she liked to say it clearly in person.

First, you can accurately perceive the other person's emotions and state, and second, you can summarize the problems and solve them together.

Simple and clear, cut the Gordian knot.

This is her habit and her style of doing things.

In short, she didn't like Dorian's secretive attitude, and she didn't like the feeling of being secretly watched in the dark.

After waiting for a long time, Dorian still didn't respond.

Ivy was a little angry, but considering Dorian's emotions (those emotions that Ivy found very inexplicable), she tried her best to suppress her anger.

"I don't hate you. If I don't want to see you, why would I summon you out?"

The other party did not reply, but Ivy could still feel the breath and temperature flowing in the air.

She rolled her eyes and simply adopted a tough attitude.

"If you don't want to come out, forget it. We won't meet each other anymore. You don't want to see me anyway. If that's the case, and you don't believe me, then I don't want to believe you anymore..."

Before she finished her words, a cool breeze swept through Ivy's entire room, making the window frames creak.

Ivy felt her skirt fluttering, and the cool breeze brushed against her skin, bringing bursts of warmth.

After a while, the cool breeze stopped blowing, and it was replaced by heavier breathing and warmth.

In the mirror, a tall and thin figure hugged Ivy from behind.

The man was dressed in black, thin and stiff, which made his olive hair look soft and shiny.

The long black sleeves hugged Ivy's abdomen tightly, and Dorian rested his chin lightly on her exposed shoulders, evenly applying the heat to her red earlobes.

“No… … ”

Dorian spoke slowly into Ivy's ear.

His body was ice-cold, but it reignited the fire of desire in Ivy's body.

Ivy's eyes were covered with a thin layer of tenderness, and she pinched her fingers, trying to make herself more sober.

"Have you been here the whole time, hiding in the shadows, secretly watching me?"

Ivy asked as she smoothed Dorian's drooping hair with the back of her hand.

Dorian shook his head: "I sensed the contract and thought you were in danger, so I came here..."

After saying that, he buried his nose deeper and closed his eyes to enjoy Ivy's touch.

But these words made Ivy blush and her heart beat fast.

A girl's private affairs are supposed to be a personal battle. If others see it, what happiness would it be?

There was a flash of panic and nervousness in Ivy's eyes. She was a little angry, but more embarrassed.

"So what did you find?"

She said tentatively.

"No... You seemed to have a nightmare, but luckily you woke up in the end."

"What about the others? For example... after waking up."

"No, after you leave the room, I will wait for you outside until you come back..."

That was a very good answer, and Ivy was actually relieved.

Although she didn't see anything she shouldn't have seen, Ivy still felt uneasy.

There is someone of the opposite sex secretly watching you in the dark. This is an invasion of privacy, violation of human rights, and a crime no matter where it happens...

Dorian obviously didn't think he had done anything wrong. He hugged Ivy tighter, and the strength of his hands was not too strong.

Ivy frowned and unconsciously fell in the opposite direction.

"Well--"

Dorian seemed to sense her rejection, and he immediately let go of Ivy and kept a long distance from her.

Without the physical contact and tenderness, Ivy frowned even deeper. She didn't feel relaxed, nor did she feel much more comfortable.

The heat in my body is burning like fire, and the desire in my heart is surging like the tide.

Dorian, on the other hand, lowered his head, bit his lower lip nervously, and a thin layer of mist suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't protect you."

He said this heavily, but Ivy took a long time to react.

"I should have apologized to you earlier. It's my fault for ignoring your feelings."

"Sorry...sorry..."

"I came in such a hurry that I didn't bring anything with me. I can only say sorry to you first..."

"Next... Next time, next time I will prepare flowers, perfume, dresses, and hats and earrings that you girls like..."

"I will scatter camellia petals all over the floor..."

"and then?"

Ivy tilted her head and relaxed.

She found it somewhat funny, but her eyes showed a light other than mockery.

"And then I will ask for your forgiveness, earnestly, sincerely, solemnly..."

"All right."

Ivy suddenly interrupted Dorian's "apology", which was strictly speaking a fantasy.

She turned around quickly, and her thick black hair covered the smile that she had not yet hidden.

"Are you angry?"

Dorian stood there blankly, his eyes full of loss.

"What did you do wrong? Why should I be mad at you?"

Ivy replied lightly.

She walked quickly to the closet, where a redwood ottoman stood.

The seat cushion of the soft chair is curved, wide and thick, and very comfortable to sit on.

"No need to prepare anything fancy, and no need to apologize to me."

Ivy grabbed the back of the chair and dragged it to the end of the bed little by little.

The wooden chair was facing the bed, sitting upright.

"I should be thanking you..."

"Ok?"

Ivy turned around and looked directly at Dorian who was confused.

There was a smile on her lips, but the look in her eyes was extremely revealing.

"Do you want to have a good talk with me?"

Ivy said lightly, her plump and smooth lips gleaming charmingly in Dorian's eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, and replied in surprise and obediently: "Oh..."

After saying that, Ivy tilted her head, raised her index finger, and pointed at the seat next to her.

"Sit there."

Her words brooked no resistance, even though her voice was soft and melodious, her tone gentle and polite.

Dorian moved his stiff fingers and reluctantly sat down on the seat that Ivy pointed to.

The air was filled with Ivy's body scent. Dorian couldn't tell what the smell was, but he felt it was rich, fragrant and aromatic.

He swallowed, gently grabbed the hand on the back of the chair, and slowly put it on his lips.

But just after a second, Ivy quickly pulled away, instantly rising into the air, and then...

"Snapped!"

He slapped Dorian hard on the cheek.

"Sit down."

Ivy leaned down and breathed softly into the confused Dorian's ear.

Feeling Dorian's rising heat, Ivy gently stroked Dorian's back and slowly walked to the front of the wooden chair.

Ivy's nightgown fluttered in front of Dorian's eyes, the moonlight shining through the beige fabric, casting a blurry edge.

He blinked, not knowing where to look.

"Look at me, Dorian..."

Ivy stroked his chin and lifted it slightly.

At the same time, she raised one leg, lifted up the hem of her skirt that was in the way, and slowly pressed it to the edge of the seat.

Before Dorian could react, Ivy continued to lift the other one and slowly pressed it on the other side.

The distance between the two continued to shorten, and each could clearly feel each other's breath and warmth.

Ivy raised her body and sat forward, letting her nightgown stick to the comfortable black shirt.

Finally, she lifted Dorian's chin with both hands and forced his wandering eyes to look in her direction.

"Now, don't touch me without my permission."