A delicate female falls into the interstellar beast world

The girl was impressed by Cyril's actions, but she still asked, "Um, what's wrong with Cyril?"

The man's originally calm and handsome face instantly turned aggrieved the moment he saw the girl.

"Zijin, I've been so miserable these past two days. You don't know how badly that guy Alvia scolded me."

Cyril said this with his eyes wide open, as if he was really aggrieved.

"Ah? Alvia knows that it was you who took me away!"

"No! It's just that when he came back and didn't see you, he went crazy, cursing everyone he saw! He didn't treat anyone well, and even though I was so far away from Saint-Atienne, he still had to use his computer to scold me!"

Cyril's words were so convincing that the girl was stunned.

She didn't expect Alvia to be so angry.

But she had come into contact with Alvia's personality before. A man who kept everything to himself would not scold his subordinates everywhere when he was unhappy, or even scold his nephew with a bald head.

But it was indeed Cyril who took her away, and now she must feel bad being said like this by her own uncle.

"I'm sorry, Cyril. It's my fault. Don't feel bad." She hurried to comfort him.

After hearing this, Cyril's eyes flashed with cunning. He was right about poaching. If he told a little lie appropriately and pretended to be the one who was hurt, he would get more love from his wife.

"Zijin..." Cyril looked longingly at the extremely beautiful girl in front of him. She seemed to have dressed up specially, and a pang of bitterness rose in his heart. "Zijin, you look so beautiful today."

Seeing the girl stunned, Cyril grabbed the girl's hand and placed it on his chest. His strong heartbeat was beating abnormally fast at this time.

"Please feel my heart. I'm so sad. He has been my most admired person since childhood. Why has he been belittling me like I'm worthless these past few days..."

The girl's fingers touched lightly, and she could feel the body temperature of both people through a thin layer of cloth.

“Plop, plop, plop…”

His chest wasn't as muscular as Rachel's, but it was also strong and sturdy.

Her cheeks suddenly turned red. What was going on? One by one, they asked her to touch their chest muscles, but they pulled their hands away immediately.

Seeing this, Cyril showed disappointment on his face.

"Zijin, why don't you touch it more?"

The girl's face turned even redder when she heard this. Did he want her to feel his heartbeat or his chest muscles?

"Cyril...Are you okay?..."

“Um…something.”

Cyril deliberately dragged out his words.

"what's up?"

In the enclosed space, the beloved girl was right in front of him. The unique fragrance of the girl came to his nose, and Cyril could only feel his heart beating violently.

He recalled that when he came back that day, his double pupils saw this room, where Migler pushed the petite girl against the door and kissed her wildly.

As she licked her tempting red lips, the girl moaned softly, helplessly, and shyly...

And now the girl he thought about day and night was the same as that day, and he was staring at her face with burning eyes.

"Zijin, you are so beautiful." It was the same sentence again, but the person who said it had a different meaning. His voice was hoarse and magnetic, making the girl's ears feel hot.

The girl had no time to listen to any of this. Her cheeks were burning. Not to mention that Rachel was still in the closet and had heard everything, the most important thing was that Athosius was almost here! She had to get the two men out of the room quickly.

As expected, trouble happened wherever she thought of it, because the two of them were right at the door and her room was not far from the stairs. She could clearly hear the steady footsteps on the stairs, as if they were coming upstairs.

"Hide now!"

The girl stared at Cyril with wide eyes.

It seemed that Cyril had been poisoned by reading too many indecent books, and his conditioned reflex was to hide.

He looked up and around, finally looking towards the wardrobe.

"Wait! There's someone in the closet..."

Xin Zijin wanted to hold Cyril back, but she didn't expect the man to be so agile. When she reached out to grab his arm, he had already run into the closet and quickly closed the door.

Then there was the sound of the cabinet door closing with a "bang".

Not long after Cyril had hidden himself, there was a soft knock on the door.

The girl wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead, signaling herself to calm down. She let out a breath, relaxed her mind, and opened the door.

Sure enough, the tall, straight, and handsome man in front of her stood in front of her, neatly dressed.

Athosius's facial features are three-dimensional and deep like sculptures, and his black eyes are so deep that they are intimidating. He exudes a cold and powerful aura.

He did not wear the forbidden military uniform at this time, but changed into a suit and tie, which made him look even more handsome.

The originally serious man seemed to be in a good mood the moment he saw the girl. A gentleness that was out of character for him appeared on his handsome face, as if a corner of the iceberg had melted.

"Zijin, I'm here to pick you up."

The moment Cyril entered the closet, he made eye contact with a red-haired male orc.

Because of the special circumstances, both of them lowered their voices.

"Rachel?"

Cyril's eyes widened instantly and he looked at Rachel with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"How could it be you!" He was extremely surprised.

Rachel, who had been hiding in the closet, heard Cyril saying greasy love words to his beloved girl, and hid in the closet in an unpleasant manner. Her clenched fists relaxed at this moment.

"Hmph~" Rachel snorted at him and then looked away.

When Cyril saw this, the fire in his heart began to burn.

Cyril frowned at the red-haired orc who suddenly appeared in the closet, "Rachel, why are you here?"

Rachel ignored the silver-gray-haired male in front of her. The wardrobe was too narrow to accommodate too many people. Rachel didn't want to have any contact with Cyril, so she had to retreat to the other side silently, trying to avoid too much contact with the silver-gray-haired orc.

The two of them were disgusted with each other and squeezed into the corner, but they were both too tall and had to lower their heads slightly in the not-so-high wardrobe.

Perhaps because Rachel was stronger, when he moved, the pink and white clothes that had been washed and hung in the closet fell on the man's face?

Rachel only felt a small piece of cloth suddenly fall on her face. The cloth was not big but very soft. She could clearly smell the unique fragrance of a young girl on it, which was very strong.

He took it down with some curiosity in his big hands, and unfolded it to see that it was a small triangular lingerie with pink and white lace.

The tall and handsome man's face suddenly turned red with shame.

Cyril on the opposite side also widened his eyes in shock.