Operation Red Book

"Only love can hurt like this..."

"Must been a deadly kiss..."

The witch in a black silk robe paced back and forth in front of the iron window covered with vines.

Outside the iron bars, the raging waves dance under the full moon; inside the iron bars, melodious humming sways and dances among the candlelight.

The elegant black cat walked across the dusty windowsill with its tail raised, staring curiously at the witch's loose black robe.

Under the black robe, the silky and smooth copper skin glowed brightly in the candlelight, and covering the black robe was a head of flowing and fluffy black curly hair.

"When you look at me life, ah..."

She curled her red lips and gently slid her hands, which were covered with jeweled rings, across the black cat's back.

Those bright eyes revealed an indifference and calmness that did not belong to their appearance, and they were staring motionlessly at the full moon in the distance.

"Save me...my lover..."

She hooked her fingers, and a cloud of black mist floated out of her mouth, turning into a black butterfly and lighting the golden candlestick on the fireplace.

The moment the candle was lit, a pale face suddenly appeared and moved towards Beatrice step by step following the flickering light.

The black cat on the windowsill apparently noticed the white face appearing in the darkness. It turned over and stood up, arching its back and looking fixedly behind Beatrice.

"Save me..."

Beatrice obviously didn't notice the figure behind her. She still stared at the full moon outside the window. The humming in her mouth and the howling of the waves formed a beautiful night symphony.

"Save me..."

"Save me..."

The two voices overlapped unexpectedly, Beatrice's eyes widened instantly, and the cold air behind her hit like a cold wave, soaking the clothes on the back.

"who!"

She turned around suddenly, her wand clenched in her hand.

The figure in front of him shook, and then collapsed.

The messy short hair touched Beatrice's ankle, which scared her.

"This...this is..."

Beatrice tentatively poked the figure at her feet, and finally reacted when she saw the familiar olive-colored hair.

"Lord Dorian!"

She exclaimed, her voice like suddenly breaking glass.

"What's wrong with you? When did you run away, Lord Dorian? You are like this... your injury..."

Beatrice was panicked for a moment. She hurriedly helped Dorian up, but when she saw the fiery eyes, she shut her mouth obediently.

"Take me to my room. I need to tidy myself up."

Dorian ordered calmly, his tone containing long-suppressed anger.

Beatrice supported her boss and walked slowly in the darkness.

Of course she knew that Dorian was angry, but she didn't dare to ask more questions, nor did she want to ask.

In fact, she had already guessed it.

There is no need to look at the dense marks on the neck, nor to smell the strong smell of aftermath.

You can guess the general idea just by looking at the wrinkled, wide-open black shirt.

Lord Dorian was either out fighting someone or fooling around with humans, and Beatrice was more inclined to the latter.

However, demons are not without...

What she meant was that the devil really didn't...

To be more precise, the devil can't do anything...

So what is he...

Beatrice swallowed and her eyes unconsciously glanced at Dorian's waist.

"What are you thinking! If you look at me again, I'll throw you into the furnace of hell!"

Dorian snapped, which only made Beatrice more curious.

"Desire"——Lord Asmodeus, one of the seven famous demons.

Everyone knows that he can fall in love with any species. His new love recently is even a playing card discarded next to a trash can, and it is an ordinary three of diamonds.

So, how did he do it... and how did Lord Dorian do it... they were demons...

No, in fact, what she wanted to know more was who melted the ice, him? Or her? Or it...

No, no, no, the most urgent thing is that Lord Dorian's wound has worsened again!

"Lord Dorian, I'll give you some Bell Cruz herbs..."

"No, I'm fine. Don't tell anyone about this, not even Arnold."

Dorian opened the door and walked in without looking back, his tone remained calm.

"Yes."

Beatrice stood upright in front of the door and nodded in reply.

"I'm going back to hell, go get ready."

"Yes."

After getting the answer, the heavy door closed with a snap, leaving Beatrice alone in the dark corridor.

Going back to Hell? Are we going to see Lord Asmodeus?

Do you want to ask him for his experience in sex? Or do you want to consult him about his great skills in bed?

Oh my God! Lord Dorian!

Who is he? He's just a kid!

I really want to tell everyone...

Beatrice turned and walked into the darkness, leaving behind a string of snickers like wind chimes.

In the huge room, Dorian changed his wrinkled shirt, and kept thinking about Ivy's appearance in his mind.

His breathing became heavy again and he touched his cheek, which had already become hot and soft.

In fact, putting that matter aside, Ivy did talk to him for a long time.

The main subject of discussion was Jasper, a scourge to both the human world and the hell world.

Dorian wants to take him back to Hell, and Ivy wants to kick him out of the Chinese dock.

The two people's interests did not conflict with each other, so they hit it off and established a cooperative relationship.

This time when I returned to hell, in addition to reporting on my daily work, I also reported on the troubles and worries I was facing.

Jasper's troubles require the approval of Lord Satan. Although it is usually "Greedy" Beelzebub who gives the orders, he is the leader of the "Seven Demons" after all.

Dorian was promoted by him, so he was naturally from his faction.

He has to ask his mentor, colleague and good friend, "Desire" Asmodeus for help with his own troubles.

Even though he was a pervert, he was the only demon Dorian could talk to, and it was always good to talk to him.

As for Joshua...he didn't seem to have thought of this person.

As he was thinking, Dorian had already changed into a uniform and cloak that shone with silver light.

He looked at himself in the mirror, obvious fatigue casting a hazy veil over his delicate face, tugging at the corners of his eyes and lowering his lips.

During the rest of the time, Ivy severely taught him a lesson for his peeping behavior.

Although Dorian's original intention was just to make sure there was no danger around her, the fact that he had pried into a lot of her privacy forced him to keep silent.

For example, secretly pinching the fat on the belly, singing loudly in an empty room, complaining about your boss when you get up, and drinking the liquor that Mrs. Hudson put on the table and then telling her "you just drank it"...

Dorian had to admit that his peeping was indeed motivated by selfish motives.

It's really cute...Dorian sighed.

But Ivy got very angry.

She bit Dorian's collarbone a few more times, and when he couldn't help himself, she turned away decisively, covered herself with the quilt and closed her eyes.

"I'll show you enough, tonight only."

"Don't leave that wooden chair, don't touch me, don't look away."

"You can leave after I wake up, but I don't want to see you again after I wake up."

"By the way, leave your shirt unbuttoned. Let your wound get some fresh air. Do you hear me?"

"Understood……"