Operation Red Book

Dorian's aura was pressing against the panicked Ivy, and although Ivy was a little flustered, she was more annoyed.

Looking back, I clearly agreed readily when signing the contract, but after signing it, I started asking about the details. How could this be? Didn't they check the contents carefully when signing the contract?

Ivy swallowed, sat up straight, and answered righteously: "That world, of course, is my homeland in the East. Don't you, a young British noble, know how badly China has been harmed by your opium? Britain and China are now two completely different worlds. I just used it as a metaphor, what do you think!"

Ivy felt that what she said was indeed correct. It was now 1881, China was in the late Qing Dynasty, and the half century of humiliation recorded in history books was taking place.

At that time, China was divided up by the great powers and the people were living in poverty. A dozen years later, various reforms and movements emerged and the Qing Dynasty was about to end.

The East and the West are so different, it must be another world, Ivy lowered her eyes and thought to herself.

Being caught in the huge historical torrent, she didn't know what to feel for a moment.

She turned her head and raised her chin, looking at Dorian who looked suspicious, and raised her voice even more: "What's wrong, is it not possible? You don't agree and want to tear up the contract?"

"I agree, but I don't know how I can help you." Dorian glanced at her, turned around and sat on a stool beside him.

Ivy recalled the three months she had traveled here, the vampires on the train, the puppets with their own consciousness, the evil spirits that took people's heads, and the little devil who ate people's souls...

Ivy shook her head to clear the thoughts in her mind. Dorian narrowed his eyes and tapped his crossed legs with his slender white index finger.

"I have no idea……"

"Then I will kill you now, take out your soul and eat it."

"When I feel there is danger, you have to come and help me eliminate the danger!" Ivy said in one breath, shrinking her neck.

Dorian sighed softly, rolled his eyes and said "Okay".

"You have to help me in a reasonable way." Ivy pressed on, "It can't be like last night. I almost died there, even though you explained that it was to prevent me from encountering the Headless Horseman..."

Ivy's voice became lower and lower, and she frequently looked at Dorian with a blaming look.

"Okay, I understand." Dorian stroked his fingers nonchalantly, "Although 90% of my thoughts yesterday were about wanting you to die."

Looking at Dorian's eyes that were slightly murderous, Ivy leaned back again and hid half of her face in the quilt again.

"He really wants to kill me. I have to be on guard against him at all times in the future." Ivy made a secret decision in her heart.

Although the devil's words cannot be believed 100%, his confession just now can be 100% confirmed to be true.

Dorian lifted his chin and raised his eyebrows at Ivy: "There is one thing I don't understand. When I came back from finishing my work yesterday, I found that you had already fallen asleep in this guest room."

"How did you come back?"

Thinking of what happened last night, Ivy couldn't help but blush again. She raised her eyebrows and glanced to the other side unnaturally.

Last night, Count White carried her horizontally, walked through the back door of the mansion, avoiding the servants and guests, and gently placed her on the bed in this guest room.

Ivy only remembered that the bed was very comfortable, the quilt was very soft, the room was a little cold, but her body was warm.

Count Waite's eyes, those green eyes, shone brightly and gently under the moonlight.

Looking into those green eyes was like wandering in a sea of ​​stars, with soft mist wrapping around my body, gentle and comfortable.

The only thought in my mind at that time was to freeze time, at this moment, this beautiful moment.