Double-core processors work !
"Wayne, today I received some important intelligence."
"What intelligence? Is it related to the traitors from the Magic Department?" Wayne perked up, instantly wide awake.
"Watch the play, we’ll talk after it’s finished."
Hey, you old hag, believe I can punch your mask to pieces?
Wayne grumbled under his breath, and Philomena, with a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, said, "The Prince’s revenge, taking back everything he lost, doesn’t this scene look familiar to you?"
Wayne didn’t understand what the other party was talking about and nodded perfunctorily, whatever you say, it must be right if you have big breasts.
At eleven o’clock in the evening, the long musical ended, and Wayne numbly followed Philomena out.
A crude man like him, with limited appreciation for the arts, couldn’t enjoy such highbrow, useless literary fluff.
Philomena, however, seemed very pleased, hooking her arm in Wayne’s and pretending as if they were an item, trying her best to stain Wayne with mud.
Wayne didn’t refuse; she was indeed soft to the touch and genuinely fragrant, as for whether the Magic Department would suspect anything.
Isn’t that what you asked for, to please her by all means possible?
The black sedan returned to the estate, and just as Wayne was about to take his leave, he was stopped by a double seal in the living room. Not bothering to keep up appearances, he kicked off his shoes and sprawled haphazardly on the sofa.
After taking a bath, Philomena came into the living room wearing a bathrobe. Seeing the makeup box in her hand, Wayne couldn’t help but laugh.
"Is there a problem?"
Philomena tightened her bathrobe, mistakenly thinking she had exposed herself.
"No, no problem at all. I hope the High Priest won’t mind my speaking out of turn," Wayne said, earnestly staring at Philomena’s face, "You’re more beautiful without makeup. Time has stopped in its tracks on you, it hasn’t caused your radiant youth to fade. Instead, your mature charm has become even more astonishing because of it."
Philomena let out a little ’yip,’ eager to hear more.
Wayne, aiming to please, said to the memory of his first love on October 27, "A true beauty never withers, undefeated by time; you are such a beauty."
Philomena was delighted to hear this, knowing full well Wayne was just sweet-talking, but she couldn’t help but believe it.
Wayne rolled his eyes. Seeing that she neither jumped for joy nor blushed, he knew the mask was still on; aunts are troublesome, he preferred fresh college graduates.
Philomena set down the makeup box and sat opposite Wayne, taking out her night cream to apply. "You don’t have to leave tonight, you understand what I mean. The Magic Department doesn’t want you, but I do. There was never much trust between you two anyway, not enough to withstand a test."
"That’s too obvious."
Unable to restrain himself, Wayne gave his advice, "Denial is a cover-up, which confirms the fact. The truth is always denied, never openly acknowledged. The closer you and I appear, the more the Magic Department will trust me. Trust me on this, maintaining a certain distance from me every day will definitely work."
Philomena smiled without saying a word, her bathrobe slipping as she applied the night cream onto her legs.
Wayne looked straight ahead, offering helpfully, "Need a hand? This kind of rough work is better suited for me."
"Is this your idea of keeping distance?"
"No, this is respecting your charm!"
Philomena rolled her eyes; this man didn’t mean a word he said. Kris was easily fooled by him; she’d do a much steadier job.
She moved to sit next to Wayne and handed him the night cream.
You can’t be serious, aunt?
Wayne was incredibly surprised; he knew playing the hero always scored points, but he hadn’t expected to score so many.
There’s something fishy here!
He glanced at the night cream in his hand and then at the long legs before him. His double-core processor whirring into action, he decisively reached out to touch.
I’ve got to see what’s fishy about this!
Philomena’s eyelid twitched, though she was now considering replacing Kris for this plan.
To cover the awkwardness and show she was experienced, she smiled and casually rested her foot on Wayne’s chest, "Today I learned something, you were supposed to be a follower of the Moonlight Church, but the Naturalism Church poached you."
"Stop looking, answer me!"
Philomena withdrew her leg, vexed. Please play along, there’s no atmosphere here now.
She tried to retract it twice, but failed both times.
Wayne grabbed the ankle in front of his chest, seeing too much and finally casually addressing her while busy, "That’s the word, but all that is in the past now."
There’s no point mentioning the past, nor the present. Death, Heavenly Father, Nature, the Sun, and so on, all queueing up in a long line.
Even the first to arrive, the Moonlight, fares worse than the darkness; it’s nothing.
And they expect me to go back...
They’d better pay up!
9,700 words, the last day of the month, please give monthly tickets.