Operation Red Book

Chapter 471 Fight 1

"Hide! If you hide again, damn it!"

Ivy roared manically.

She grabbed Lord Leon by the collar and straightened him forcefully. Seeing his cynical look, Ivy became furious and raised her fist to hit him again.

"boom!"

The real feel of the game, this time it’s finally no longer an illusion.

The lesson was taught, Ivy grasped his collar with both hands, and with a forward thrust, she pressed his upper body hard onto the sofa.

"Ha ha……"

Ivy glared at his bloodshot eyes and breathed heavily.

At this time, she spread her legs and knelt on both sides of her thighs, her body suspended in the air, her hands tightly grasping his neck.

It looked very difficult, after all, it was humans fighting vampires. Lord Leon didn't care at all, and even had the energy to frantically suppress the corners of his mouth that kept rising.

The back of his head rested on the sofa cushion, forming an angle of nearly 90 degrees with his body. The soft sofa fabric wrapped around his body curves, looking both scary and sexy.

"Ha ha……"

At this moment, he was looking at Ivy with angry eyes, his whole body shaking with excitement.

Ivy used all her strength and almost growled, "Did you control Joshua's emotions?"

He found out faster than expected. "Don't you already know? Why are you asking me?" Lord Leon deliberately looked away.

"Snapped!"

Ivy slapped him in the face, causing his fangs to retract into his lips.

"You just need to answer me..." She gritted her teeth, "Yes! Or! No!"

“Or… … ”

"Snapped!"

"Don't disbelieve me, I'm helping him."

Lord Leon didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, and even felt a little aggrieved.

"Did you get his consent? Did you force him?"

"Tsk! You make me sound like a gangster... Please, it's been a long time. I'm not as strong-willed as before. I've become a good boy..."

He gave her a perverse smile, one hand caressing Ivy's sensitive thigh while the other wrapped around her tense fingers.

Unfortunately, this answer could not extinguish the anxiety and doubts in Ivy's heart. She used both hands and put the weight of her entire body on his neck.

"Really? Did you force him?!"

"Hmm...my neck hurts..."

"Yes or no!"

"Do you really want to kill me?"

"I asked you if you were!"

"Just because of him?"

"Say!"

"Joshua... hehe..."

"Did you force...ah!"

"He earned it himself!"

Lord Leon's eyes darkened, and his tone suddenly rose several degrees.

He grabbed Ivy's waist, turned over and pressed her under him.

The situation suddenly took a turn and both of them became nervous.

"He told me to do this! I wasn't lying!"

The red light in Lord Leon's eyes shone on Ivy's face, filled with blazing anger.

"He said he hated himself! We said that one night when we were drinking ice tea under the full moon!"

"He knelt in front of my legs and begged bitterly. He said he was in pain, in pain, in pain. He asked me to help him. He asked me to save him..."

"He said he couldn't stand himself, he said he hated himself..."

"I'm a very easy person to talk to. I agreed to it, but he was already drunk at that time because I replaced the ice tea with blood wine."

"The wine made from his blood and gin and tonic is the price of the wish..."

"Everything that happened between you was led by him. I just magnified his emotions. It's not like you haven't experienced it before..."

"Yeah, it's not like you haven't experienced this before..."

At the end of his words, Lord Leon slowly fell silent. He frowned and looked into Ivy's eyes with a sense of grievance.

But the light in those black eyes, like colorful lanterns, had already been extinguished.

Ivy was in a trance, the lines in her mind were intertwined like a tangled mess.

This was the first time she knew what Joshua was thinking, and she felt sad for him and guilty for ignoring him.

"But he said... he said I was a slut..."

This is a very serious word. Ivy made a lot of mental preparation before saying it, and even felt a little uncomfortable when she said it.

"That's too much! I'll help you beat him up!"

"No, this is between him and me, don't bother with it!"

As if they were fighting for a doll, Ivy's expression returned to its original state.

"I have my own rhythm, let me go! Let me go to him!"

"Ah……"

Lord Leon looked at her coldly, with a strong sense of hostility and arrogance all over his body.

Instead of loosening his grip on Ivy, the hands holding her tightly around him tightened and blocked her even more, like iron clamps and chains. No matter how hard Ivy tried, she couldn't break free.

"You care about him so much, it will make me jealous...my fiancée..."

"How many times have I told you that I'm not your fiancée, I..."

"Woo..."

Before she could finish, Lord Leon leaned over and kissed her with cruelty in his eyes.

The hard and cold lips pressed tightly against the tender and soft red, biting and grinding on the shallow lines.

The tongue couldn't wait to lick the gap between the mouth, until the numbness ran through the entire lips, then it slowly pushed the door open and probed in.

The "tsk tsk" sound of water echoed and swirled in the fireplace room, accompanied by the "crackling" sound of fire burning dry wood and the "bang bang" sound of strong wind hitting the glass, playing the jazz melody on the other side of the coast for the lingering and passionate kiss.

"Well……"

Lord Leon's tongue roamed, collided, and scraped around in Ivy's sensitive mouth, like a stranded sea fish, trying its best to get something.

But a fish out of water doesn't crave for air, and Ivy, who was heavily suppressed, suffocated intermittently.

"Woooooooo..."

The consequence of being infatuated and unable to compromise is that one person falls deeper and deeper and lets down all his guard, while the other becomes sober and fights back in the struggle and pain.

The two of them lingered for an unknown amount of time, and Ivy suddenly found the right moment and bit Lord Leon's lower lip.

"Uh!"

The tightly pressed lips finally separated. Ivy wiped her slightly red and swollen lips, and a thick layer of mist covered her eyes.

Lord Leon had a gloomy look on his face. There was a big cut on his lower lip, and drops of blood oozed out from it, mixing with the wetness at the corner of his lips.

"Let me out..."

Ivy breathed lightly, and ripples appeared on her face, like dough just out of the steamed oven, rising with hot steam.

Lord Leon didn't move. Ivy struggled hard and hit his chest hard with both hands, making heavy muffled sounds.

"Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!"

"All right……"

After enjoying it for a moment, Lord Leon accurately grasped Ivy's wrist and pressed her down on the soft sofa again.

"You want to go find him, right?"

He rubbed the wound on his mouth with his tongue, licked the remaining fragrance on his lips and put his hand under Ivy's skirt.

"Let's negotiate..."