After an attempted rape accident, Winston was much more at ease. On the one hand, Edwin's confession did give him a lot of impact, and on the other hand, he was indeed afraid of angering Edwin again and becoming the second in Osia. He believed that he did not have Osia's strong nerves, and could hold on for so long under the torture of Maikawi's crazy blood.

So, the two of them lived a peaceful life in the following days.

Winston was devoted to recuperating, and Edwin was dedicated to studying Xiang Wenjie's mutation problem. Research quickly made progress. Except for the sequelae of Xiang Wenjie who left behind, Xiang Wenjie would become a bat after 8 o'clock in the evening, everything else was as usual. This was the best plan.

Xiang Wenjie was also very open-minded. After all, he gained eternal life, so the time he lost was not something he could not make up for. The only regret was that he would say goodbye to nightlife from now on - unless he participated in the bat.

After Edwin sent Mario to send Xiang Wenjie away, he had plenty of time to deal with Winston.

Winston was miserable.

It’s not because Edwin is not good to him, but because Edwin is really too good to him!

Looking at the spoon he handed over, Winston opened his face bitterly and said, "What I hurt is my legs, not my hands, I can eat it myself."

Edwin said: “Feeding is a good way to enhance feelings.”

Winston touched his forehead and said, "You must have been poisoned by TV dramas. If you feed it, you can feed your feelings. The whole world is a mother-opathic maniac and a nanny maniac."

Edwin said: "Attachment is good, too." He stretched the spoon forward and placed it beside his mouth.

Winston's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes glared at his persistent expression with depression, closed his eyes last and bit the spoon.

Edwin thrust his hand out and said helplessly: "You bite too tightly."

Winston relaxed and chewed the food aggrievedly.

"Is it delicious?" Edwin asked gently.

"If it was made in my own kitchen, I would think it tastes better," Winston said.

Edwin's smile froze.

Winston's heart tightened, and his eyes began to glance around, "I think the weather is really good today, haha, the flowers outside are blooming."

"The things you make in your kitchen are not delicious at all." Edwin said quietly.

Winston was stunned. Even if he didn't like him, there was no need to drag his kitchen into the water. Moreover, whether the food was delicious was mainly due to the person who was working on it.

“I lived there for ten years.”

Edwin's next sentence stuffed all Winston's heart into his stomach and couldn't move.

Winston subconsciously avoided his gaze and said awkwardly: "Ten years, uh, have you helped me pay the rent?"

"...Isn't that house already bought?" Edwin lets him pull the topic apart.

"So you should pay my rent, too," Winston said.

"Okay." Edwin smiled sly, "I have lived there for only ten years, and you have to live here for a lifetime, so you have to pay more rent."

"If," Winston cleared his throat, "I mean, if...I don't want to live for the rest of my life." Before he finished speaking, Edwin had already changed color. "I only say if. You know, there are many things in this world that are not what you think should be. Many things are... uh, involuntarily. If you like and don't like, you can control it with your will, then there is no such word like "involuntarily."

Edwin turned his back suddenly.

Winston looked at his body trembling slightly, his hands clenched into fists, obviously trying his best to restrain himself.

"Edwin..." he called out carefully.

"I'm fine." Three words popped out from the gap of my teeth.

...

This is strange if you are not a problem!

Winston turned into a bat and flew silently towards the door. Even though his leg was injured, his wings were still fine.

Just when he thought God was unaware, Edwin suddenly turned around and pinched it.

Winston's whole body was about to be pinched, and he was so painful that he leaned straight on his neck.

Edwin slowly took him to his eyes.

Winston could clearly see the madness and entanglement hidden in those blood-red pupils.

"No... leave me..." Edwin's hand was even harder.

Cut off...

Winston could almost hear the sound of bone shattering, but the next second, Edwin suddenly let go of his hand and left without looking back.

Winston fell to the ground, turned back into a human form, and touched his arm in pain.

Damn it, he didn't think about taking some medicine to suppress his mental excitement!

Edwin shrank in the ancient rattan chair, shrank for a day and a night.

Mario had served the meal twice, but was sent back. In the end, there was no way, so he called to invite rescue soldiers.

As a reinforcement, Angela couldn't afford it.

In fact, when Edwin searched for Winston for more than a decade, she regretted cheating Winston into Edwin's territory. Although perhaps the story would not have changed much without her, she should not have participated in this trick of I love you and you don't love me.

This made her sleep and eat.

So when Mario asked her for help because of Edwin, she came without saying a word.

"Did you possess him?" Angela came in and straight to the point.

Although she is only a sixth generation of blood clan, her friendship with Edwin started with humans, so her communication with each other is very casual.

Edwin glanced at her with the corner of his eyes.

"Sure? Or not?" she asked relentlessly.

"Is it important?" he asked listlessly.

"Of course." Angela walked to him and looked at the setting sun outside the window with him. "As a woman who used to be and now a female genius, I despise the method of forcibly possessing."

"He is not a woman, nor a female genius."

"So his anger will only be more than me, not less than me." Angela paused and raised her eyebrows, "Did you really do it?"

After a while of silence, Edwin said in a muffled voice: "No."

"No?" Angela's voice suddenly rose, but when she received Edwin's dissatisfied gaze, she restrained her expression, "You were beyond my expectations."

Edwin held his chin with his hands, "I don't want him to hate me."

"This is right. I know Winston, who is lustful, greedy for enjoyment, hates responsibility and being bound. Forced possession will only arouse his rebellious mentality."

"Why does he have no advantages in your mouth?"

"Advantages? Some," she added with a smile, "He is kind-hearted and easily soft-hearted. And hating responsibility is not unresponsible. Every female companion he chooses is a player. Do you know what this means?"

Edwin remembered that Winston had had sex with so many women, including the one in front of him, but he was unwilling to be with him, and a strong soreness appeared in his chest.

"This means that if something needs to be responsible, he will be responsible." Angela could certainly see what was in his mind, but she still ignored it.

Edwin said impatiently: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is in that passage just now." Angela expressed deep questions about his love IQ.

Edwin said coldly: "I order you to explain clearly as the Prince of Territory."

...

She felt that his emotional intelligence was starting to go wrong.

Angela curled her lips, "You are as fun as before. OK, I'll make it clearer. To deal with Winston, it's better to lure | rape than rape."

Edwin looked at her seriously, "You mean to drug it?"

"No, I mean after so many days of rest, Winston's ** should be on the verge of a... point."

Edwin frowned and looked at her.

Angela smiled meaningfully.

As Angela expected, Winston's ** really needs relief. He actually doesn't mind solving it himself, but considering that a prince who may come in at any time, he feels better to wrap his body tighter. He is not afraid of the way he looks when he is solved, and he is afraid that the other party will not be able to help but need to solve it because of the way he is when he is solved.

But this thing is, the more you suppress it, the more you rush and joy it will be.

When Edwin came in wearing a nightgown, Winston was struggling to endure it, but when he saw him, his originally swollen lower abdomen suddenly felt relieved. He sat up and raised his face seriously on the floor.

"How is the wound?" Edwin took off his shoes and sat on the bed.

Winston looked at him, so nervous that he almost even his hair stood up. "Very good, oh no, not very good, very bad... So you must rest more, it is best to rest alone and keep a calm mood."

"Is that?" Edwin's hand gently stretched to his legs, but in a blink of an eye, the target shrank one meter away.

Winston looked down at his overly flexible legs and smiled dryly: "I have a thigh injury, not a knee injury, so I will move occasionally..." He said, deliberately bent his legs, spreading, bending, and spreading them... and then it can't bend them--

Edwin was grabbing his ankle.

"I haven't washed my feet in several days," Winston said.

Edwin lowered his head and his lips gently fell a kiss on his toes, "It's OK."

...

Winston's head blew, and blood rushed from his toes to his brows - frowned like a ball of chrysanthemums.
Chapter completed!