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She never expected such a coincidence.

She was a little anxious and discovered that the women's restroom next door was under repair, so she secretly slipped into the men's restroom, thinking that there wouldn't be many people there.

Who knew that just as she finished and was about to pull up her pants, she would be caught in such an embarrassing scene.

What she didn't expect even more was to run into this guy.

"Oh!"

Rod suddenly reacted, glancing down again subconsciously.

He backed out and closed the door behind him.

A moment later, Tracey, fully dressed, walked out, her eyes filled with alluring charm as she looked at Rod.

"You saw me, and I saw you, so we're even."

"I hope you won't tell anyone about this."

Rod nodded helplessly. He wasn't a pervert; would he go around spreading such a thing?

But, can such a thing really be considered even?

That's just outrageous.

Chapter 75: Extinguishing the Fire You Started!

"You're very charming when you play basketball. I like men who play basketball."

Tracey lightly licked her lips, her fiery red lips indescribably alluring.

Leaning forward slightly, she helped Rod adjust his clothes.

A pair of full endowments, seemingly as round as balls, strained against her top as her arms reached in.

The unfathomable abyss was exposed to Rod's eyes without any concealment.

Rod took a deep breath, a little worried that such a thin tank top wouldn't be able to withstand such pressure and would tear open in the next second.

Revealing what was hidden inside directly.

However, the quality of this clothing was obviously very good, clinging tightly to her body and creating such an exaggerated curve, still steadily enveloping that pair of coveted fullness.

Is this woman trying to seduce him?

A thought flashed through Rod's mind, and for a moment, he felt like his lower brain was about to take control.

Seeing that she had stirred up this guy's fire, a hint of triumph flashed in Tracey's eyes.

Sure enough, no man can resist her charm; this man is no exception.

As long as she slightly beckons, these men will lick her legs like dogs.

Even one of her toes can make these dog men drool.

However, getting her isn't that simple.

Men should be like fish, kept on the hook, making them want it but unable to get it; only then will they obediently listen.

She used this method to tame that guy in Rio, making him as loyal as a pet.

As for when to let him taste the sweetness, that depends on her mood.

Seeing that she had stirred up the fire enough, Tracey tossed her hair, gave Rod a charming look, and turned to leave, her hips swaying enchantingly.

She's a little interested in this man, but she has a boyfriend right now.

Whether he can win her over depends on whether this guy has enough means and charm.

"She's really hot."

Rod looked at that swaying, perfect, upturned butt, feeling a fire in his heart.

Fortunately, he was already used to the openness of these foreign women; otherwise, he would really lose it.

He comfortably relieved himself.

Rod planned to find Vivian and the others, but as soon as he got to the playground, he saw the woman he had encountered in the restroom sitting on the ground in pain.

"What's wrong?"

Rod frowned. Was this woman trying to set him up again?

However, looking closely, it didn't seem like it.

The painful expression on her face didn't seem fake.

"I twisted my ankle."

Tracey's face was full of pain, her hand gripping her jade-like flawless ankle, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead from the pain.

"Let me see."

Rod squatted down and looked at her somewhat swollen ankle; it really was twisted.

His gaze turned to the woman's high heels, then to a depression on the edge of the playground, and he was speechless.

Wearing high heels and stepping into a hole, it would be strange if she didn't twist her ankle.

Taking off the red-soled black stilettos, Rod gently kneaded her ankle with his palm.

It was cool and smooth, and it felt good to the touch.

He wasn't a foot fetishist, but he could still feel a sense of aesthetic pleasure.

If he were to use these feet to do some handicrafts, it might have a special flavor.

"What are you doing..."

Tracey looked uncomfortable.

She felt like this guy's hands had some kind of magic; a heat flowed through her body from the places his hands kneaded.

Making her extremely uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but rub her slender legs together.

Feeling more and more strange, Tracey wanted to pull her leg back, but she couldn't break free from this guy's hands at all.

A scoundrel taking advantage of her misfortune.

A trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes, and just as she was about to say something, Rod suddenly let go.

"Alright, try walking."

Rod breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he had been using healing magic while controlling the effect to only be one-tenth of its normal power.

That is, barely enough to make this woman not feel so much pain, but not enough to instantly recover.

This level of healing can still be explained by massage techniques.

If he had directly restored her, it would be difficult to explain.

He can tell Vivian about magic because this woman has basically become his shape.

Moreover, in that situation, his magical abilities had already been exposed.

He didn't want to tell Vivian, because this curious woman would pester him relentlessly unless he chose to erase that part of Vivian's memory.

But this kind of memory-related magic usually has extremely high side effects.

Therefore, he reluctantly passed on magic to Vivian.

Moreover, when he taught Vivian magic, he also left a magical mark on her.

As long as Vivian reveals this matter to others, the power of the magic mark will be triggered, preventing her from revealing anything about magic and him.

This kind of forbidden magic can only be broken by someone with greater magical attainments than him, or by greater magical power.

Otherwise, no one can get any information about him from Vivian's mouth.

In other words, even if someone in this world really has a higher level of magic than him and breaks the restriction he left, he will sense it and prepare in advance.

He is not a person who can completely trust others at heart.

It's always right to have a backup plan.

As for this woman, she can't even be considered his lover, let alone keep any secrets for him.

It's best not to let her know about powers that are beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

A trace of doubt flashed in Tracey's eyes. Just pressing it a few times could make her foot recover?

Does this guy think he knows magic?

"Huh!"

Tentatively supporting herself on Rod, Tracey stood up, her tone surprised.

Her ankle, which had felt like it was being pricked by needles, really didn't hurt as much anymore.

"How amazing! Is this what they call Eastern bone setting?"

Bone setting?

It should be chiropractic.

He's not a fortune teller who feels bones; what bones is he feeling?

"Something like that."

Rod was too lazy to explain. Explaining to this kind of foreign woman who doesn't understand anything would take all day.

After all, there are cultural differences. If he says fortune teller, this woman might think he's a priest who believes in God.

"My foot still hurts a little; why don't you carry me back to the locker room?"

Tracey looked at Rod's profile, suddenly wrapping her arms directly around Rod's neck.

She spoke in an almost coquettish tone.

"What's the reward?"

Rod didn't seem surprised at all by this foreign woman's openness.

After all, this is the free country of the lighthouse; as long as two people see eye to eye, they can have in-depth tutoring that night.

Restraint, subtlety?

What are those things?

When it comes to things they like, the people of the lighthouse have always been very straightforward, which is to find ways to get them.

If you like someone, confess. If confessing doesn't work, work hard to prove your excellence and continue to confess.

Although it's a bit of a stalker, at least you don't see the kind of simps who secretly sacrifice and move themselves.

As long as two people like each other, they can start tutoring directly that night and confirm their relationship.

Unlike the XXNs in China, who are all so dramatic.

You have to prove your heart, and you have to prove how much you love me. If I and your mother fall into the water, who will you save?

Two people who like each other should just be together.

They have to test each other before accepting each other's feelings.

It's as if not being so dramatic can't prove the love between two people.

"Reward?"

Tracey was stunned, never expecting that this guy would actually ask her for a reward for such a good thing.

If she asked someone else to carry her back to the locker room, how many men in the school would fight to the death for this opportunity?

This guy actually has such a reluctant look.

After thinking about it, Tracey suddenly leaned in and kissed Rod on the cheek.

"Is this reward enough?"

"The locker room is so far away; a kiss is certainly not enough."