Roger decided to immediately return along the original path, but as soon as he turned around, he saw Hesta's face. Roger immediately backed away in fear and fell to the ground again.
"I've been waiting for a long time, Mr. Gray." Hesta stepped forward and extended his hand to Roger, "I came a little late tonight because I had some work to do... You won't blame me, will you?"
Roger took a deep breath and glanced at the patrolling team in the distance.
If there is some noise now, they should come here immediately...
"Mr. Grey?"
Hesta leaned down and pushed a strand of stray hair from Roger's eyes behind his ears.
Roger's throat moved slightly, but he still took Hesta's hand.
"Of course not...it's just that you kept me waiting for too long, Eureka, do you know that tonight I-"
Before Roger could finish speaking, Hesta had already put him on his shoulders. She climbed quickly along the raised rock wall, as brisk as a flying ape. Roger looked at the ground getting farther and farther away from him, and immediately grabbed Hesta's shoulders tightly.
Hesta climbed directly to the third floor of Roang Palace, and the two of them entered through the window and entered the corridor.
In the darkness, Roger stood up slowly after being put down. He stood on the wall, looked out the window, and wiped the cold sweat on his face with his sleeves. With the height of the Rohan Palace, there are probably ordinary buildings on the third floor here. The height of six or seven stories.
If something had happened just now, he would have died if he fell down...
"I'm really..." Roger's voice trembled, "...crazy."
Hesta had quietly walked up to Roger. Roger, who was immersed in fear, was unaware of this until Hesta suddenly reached out and took off his mask with brute force.
The thin straps of the mask suddenly broke, and Roger unpreparedly revealed his true face.
The cold moonlight filtered through the old window, illuminating Roger's already pale face with almost no blood. He covered his face with his hands in panic - he couldn't explain why, he didn't dare to look up at Eureka. Eye.
However, Hesta directly grabbed his jaw and neck.
"look at me."
Roger was forced to look up, and Eureka was looking at him—her eyes were half-opened, her expression cold.
Roger couldn't understand the look. He only felt that Eureka seemed to be smiling, and she seemed to be feeling a little sad.
As the strength of Youleka's hand increased, Roger's breathing gradually became rapid. He instinctively picked at Youleka's thumb that was pressing on his Adam's apple, but he did not dare to struggle to break free.
A subtle nausea suddenly came to Roger's heart - he felt like he was being treated as a woman in front of Eureka.
This was not what Roger wanted at all.
At that time, he was just happy to let Youleka play a more aggressive role temporarily to add a bit of fun. He never thought that Youleka would have an attitude of taking it as normal.
In those cat-and-mouse games in the past, Roger didn't mind temporarily being in a seemingly passive position in a relationship - when those women tried to show a strong side, he, as the actual one in a position of authority, could of course be passive. Please cooperate with us.
In exchange, when night falls and no one is around, the secret garden of women should be obedient, humble, and open to him without reservation.
Without this step, what's the point of all the previous concessions?
"You... Youleka..." Roger's face turned completely red, his eyes bulged like goldfish, and the veins on his forehead bulged, "I... I can't breathe... breath..."
Hesta's eyes suddenly became clear, she came to her senses and let go of her hand.
Roger clutched his neck and leaned against the wall, coughing hard.
Hesta stepped forward again and raised Roger's face, forcing his eyes to look at her. Her thumbs pressed deeply into Roger's cheeks, and Roger felt that her fingers were almost crushing his teeth.
This time, Roger saw her smiling.
"...Eureka?" Roger's face turned pale, "What are you doing...?"
"I'm sorry," Hesta let go of her hand, she leaned down and spoke in a low voice, "It's all because of the face under your mask...it really surprises me."
Roger held his breath.
Hesta frowned: "...are you crying?"
Roger lowered his head and touched his cheek belatedly, "I...I don't know either."
Hesta laughed.
She turned around and said, "Come on, I'll show you around here first."
Roger was still standing there, looking a little dazed. He recalled the scene just now and tried to use reason to understand that "surprise" as a Uleka-style adjustment.
But at this moment, every look and every movement of Youleka aroused deep fear in his heart.
"Let you come here." Hestad, who was a few steps away, noticed that Roger had not followed. "How many more times do I need to tell you?"
Eureka's voice caused a slight echo in the corridor, like a midnight midi.
Roger shivered suddenly, he clearly felt that a trap was unfolding in front of him, but the pressure from Eureka was like the deep darkness in the corridor at this moment, with no end in sight.
During a strong tremor, Roger felt as if he had raised his left foot, then his right foot, and finally lowered his head and walked quickly to Youleka's side.
…
The two quickly entered the deep and dark corridors inside the palace. Although Roger didn't know where Eureka was taking him, he could feel that he was walking all the way down.
A simple-style oil lamp was held in Hesta's hand, and its weak and dim light could only illuminate the ground beneath their feet.
Roger didn't say a word all the way.
"I've been thinking about a question this afternoon. After thinking about it for a long time, I still don't understand it." Hesta suddenly said, "I wonder if Mr. Gray can help me answer my question?"
"...You said it." Roger replied in a low voice.
"This morning, when Sophie's friends asked you to comment on the story, why did you vote for a more decent character?" Hestad looked at him slightly, "I thought you would find that kind of character boring? "
Roger cautiously raised his eyes to observe Hesta's expression, "Because at that time I... I wanted to end the topic with them quickly."
"So your actual option is actually another one?" Hesta looked at him, "If you planned to continue talking to them at that time, what would you do?"
"This...how should I put it?" Roger raised his hand to wipe his sweat again, "I guess...actually, each of them has another option, but because of some...some self-esteem issues, some of them Some people are afraid to tell their answers..."
"What do you mean?" Hesta didn't understand. "Are you saying that each of them prefers promiscuous partners?"
"No, of course not," Roger shrank his neck, carefully choosing his words, "I think this might... be based on another fantasy..."
