As she thought about it, Sister Marlene's eyebrows knitted together.

She complained about Nance again in her mind.

Damn you, I originally expected you to make the medicine to quench Marlene's thirst, but in the end you only made a little bit... not even enough to fill the gap between Marlene's teeth!

After a while, Sister Marlene opened her eyes, lowered her head and started to deal with the work on the desktop again. Holding a pen in her hand, she sketched in a book like a accounting book. Occasionally she yawned and squinted her eyes, and then forced herself to

Bracing myself, I held my chin with one hand and continued writing with the other hand.

"Aunt Marlene, let me rub it for you." Theresia turned to the back of the chair, put her little hands on her shoulders, and said while rubbing: "You look very tired, it's better not to go to the invitation from the Inagawa Club.

Yes, let me push it away for you."

"Need not."

Sister Marlene shook her head slightly.

The people of the Daochuan Society will not suffer any loss if they see it. It would be better if they could squeeze some profits out of it.

"I don't think they will be polite. After all, they are all members of the underworld." Theresa gently rubbed her shoulders and advised, "Besides, everything happened because of Nance. He didn't face it himself.

, what kind of man do you think I am?"

"He is indeed not a man!"

Sister Marlene echoed, just about to take the opportunity to scold Nance.

——Didi.

[Dog thing requests to connect to the Internet]

It was Nance's request to connect to the Internet from Nanwan Town. Sister Marlene hesitated for a moment, then turned on the electronic brain and let her consciousness immerse herself in it.

The nights in remote towns are very monotonous. Nance found a new way of entertainment a few days ago - making love with Marlene online in the data world.

——This kind of intimacy can effectively avoid the queen’s feelings!

Sister Marlene's consciousness shuttled through a blue data stream for a few seconds, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

What appeared in front of her was a magnificent hall, where a gorgeous banquet seemed to be being held... The layout of the environment was basically the same as that of the Universal Sixteenth Floor. Even the guests laughing loudly in the venue often appeared on the Universal Sixteenth Floor.

of upper class people.

It seems that Nance changed the online chat room into a banquet venue.

In front of Sister Marlene is a staircase decorated with colored lights.

There were flowers on both sides, and servants wearing red coats and powdered hair stood waiting beside them. The lights were bright and warm. When she walked down the stairs, gentle music came from the ballroom, and all the guests turned to both sides.

separate.

Nance, standing in the middle of the crowd, raised the champagne in his hand and smiled at her.

His clear, deep, and gentle eyes reflected the depths of the light, as beautiful as if all the light in the world had been concentrated there. Under the brilliant light, he made such a gesture, thanks to the maid here.

He and the female guests are both data, otherwise there will definitely be a group of people who will be attracted by him.

As for the only real consciousness, Sister Marlene turned a blind eye.

She is wearing a well-cut red cheongsam, and her exquisite figure is perfectly outlined. When walking, her legs that are faintly visible in the slits of the cheongsam are extremely charming. What makes people unable to take their eyes away is that the red bottom of the cheongsam is made of

The gold thread is rusted with protruding dragon patterns, the skirt is inlaid with gold rims, the buttons are also gold, and the dancing shoes faintly visible at the hem are also pure gold.

Elegant and luxurious, with a bit of temptation.

She walked down the stairs gracefully, but tonight she wore the style of a haughty queen.

Nance came to wait at the bottom of the stairs. There were still two steps away. She stretched out her little hand and asked Nance to take it.

"To commemorate our first meeting." He said with a low smile.

"Um?"

Sister Marlene looked at him coldly.

"The first time I saw you at Universal, you were wearing this outfit. There was a golden dragon on the cheongsam."

"?"

Sister Marlene looked down.

Only then did she realize that her clothes had been changed by Nance...

"And your hair." As he said that, Nance came closer and smelled her hair. "Your hair was all tied up that day."

Marlene reached out and touched it.

Sure enough, his hair was also changed into a dignified and elegant Western bun.

"You remember it so clearly."

"Hey, you surprised me the first time you appeared. From that night on, I thought that I must confess to you, a nun. Compared with you, other women are really useless."

This is a lie.

How could someone as smart as Sister Marlene be fooled?

But such flattery still touched her heartstrings and made her feel very comfortable, so the coldness on her face eased slightly.

"That's right." Nance took her hand and walked to the dining table. "The cold look on your face just now, I don't know, I thought you were demonstrating to me."

"Maybe it's really a demonstration?"

"Really? Come and listen."

"snort!"

Sister Marlene became proud again.

When I came to the dining table, I lit a three-inch red candle on the glass tabletop with a golden dragon painted on it.

The candlelight seemed particularly peaceful amidst the surrounding noise. The flames flickered, and the little dragon painted on the glass became more vivid.

The food is naturally fake.

But when it is eaten into the mouth, the electronic brain will send signals to the nerve information, simulating the texture and taste of the food to deceive the brain, making the brain think that it is really delicious food, thus stimulating the corresponding nerves to release a sense of satisfaction.

.

After eating, Nance took her to dance.

Marlene had just drunk some gin, and her dance steps were a bit messy. Nance's body was lighter than a feather, and she could hardly feel that the soles of her feet were still on the floor.

The lighting on the dance floor was also very ambiguous, a crimson curtain hung on the stage, and the musicians played blue tango music.

Nance danced better and better, her hands firmly controlling Sister Marlene's body. She looked over Nance's shoulders and saw the familiar faces around the ballroom, as if she felt the strings of data.

His passion for himself…

Nance, on the other hand, felt that Marlene seemed to be out of character today.

She didn't act like a social queen at all. Her steps were feeble and she didn't speak. She just silently swayed with his dance steps. It was strange that a woman like Marlene would show off her beauty even if she was pretentious.

There are few times when I feel so exhausted.

"Are you worried?"

"No."

"You almost have your dissatisfaction with me written on your face."

"Hey, you still know that I'm dissatisfied with you?" Sister Marlene looked back at him, her beautiful eyes shining with a dark teasing light, as if to say: "Hui, look at this person, he's just a pimple, go to hell.

alright."

"I'm not in Nanwan Town, and I'm not by your side. How can I know what you're thinking in time?" Nance hugged her waist outlined by her cheongsam, feeling the gracefulness of her figure, and couldn't help but whisper.

Teasing in her ear: "You can wear this later, okay?"

Sister Marlene's eyes were filled with impatience and she scolded: "My assistant is squeezing my shoulders, please don't touch me."

"Oh, that Theresa?" Nance thought of the young assistant he had met several times and couldn't help but laugh, "I don't know where I offended her. Every time I see her, her eyes are so...

It’s like I haven’t paid back the money I owe her, which is terrible.”

Sister Marlene narrowed her eyes slightly.

She thought to herself, if Theresia knew that you were molesting her Aunt Marlene under her nose, she would probably want to kill you.

"Hey, by the way, is she here now?" Nance's hand hugged her slender waist, bringing the two of them closer, "Give me the control of the electronic brain and let me remotely control you.

Meet her..."

"Dream on you!" Sister Marlene pinched him angrily.

"Then I can only continue to bully her boss under her nose."

"What are you going to do?" Sister Marlene asked with a smile.

"Like last time?"

"Put it bluntly," she teased.

"When a nun kneels, she is not necessarily praying to God."
To be continued...