The Guide is Always Expressionless

Standing in front of Elison.

At this moment, Elisen tilted his foot on the desk and shook it from side to side, playing with a can of transparent liquid in his hand thoughtfully. Barrow took a closer look. It's okay not to look at it. Isn't this the lubricating fluid he and Crane used before? It's the kind of lubricating fluid that is cheap, affordable and easy to use. Unfortunately, it is out of stock now and I have to reluctantly change to another brand.

No, Barrow corrected his crooked thoughts. His boss took a bottle of lubricant during office hours and asked him to come over. Isn't it going to be a weird task? ! Barrow was silent on his face, but the big bad wolf in his heart was about to rush out for help.

"Barrow, I'm asking you." Elison put his feet down, the lubricant was placed in the center of the desk, and he said with a very serious expression, "What is the matter with the heat?"

"...!!!" Rao is the Meng Sao Barrow, who is stable as a mountain and never loves gossip and taciturn, and the hole underneath is slightly distorted.

"Boss... this question... seems a bit, a bit difficult to talk about." Barrow said with difficulty, a little embarrassed.

"Oh no, I'm asking you from the standpoint of serious knowledge seeking." Elisen said sternly.

He was originally excited about the box of things Bonnie brought in, but after the heat of his brain gradually cooled down, he finally started to operate normally. After reminiscing about the scene where Dana was wiped out yesterday, he felt that something was wrong. He remembered that in his previous cognition, there would be a heat of union between the sentinel and the guide who fit in the body and mind. He was indeed moved by Dana, and he could see that Dana did have a desire for him in bed matters. But that is more like a temptation to a physiological response, rather than a higher degree of conjugation. Simply put, Dana appeared in his spiritual world, but he had not seen Dana's spiritual world, which seemed abnormal.

"Uh..." Barrow carefully looked at Elison's eyes, making sure that his boss really just wanted to know something, he swallowed, "In short, when combined with heat, they will smell each other. A smell that belongs to the other party, and in the process of that, you will experience a completely different...pleasure."

After speaking the last two words, Barrow's shaved head can be seen turning red. It's really shameful to say to my boss that it feels to be hot. It's definitely torture.

Elisen thought for a while. He only smelled the sweetness of the lotion yesterday, the soap smell of the bath with Dana, nothing else.

"So you can enter Crilanf's spiritual world?" Elisen asked the question.

"...Hmm." Barrow didn't really want to answer, but he inevitably thought that Crilanf's spiritual world would be very difficult for him to get used to. A piece of tropical jungle, Crilanf walked around like a savage wearing a pair of pants, not beautiful at all, he always comforted himself that this is an alternative wild beauty.

"Barrow, I usually think you are particularly reliable." Elisen sighed, lay back and sank into his high-level ergonomic office chair, "I can only ask you these questions, I think You can see what happened with Dana yesterday."

Barrow lowered his head, he didn't want to know that he didn't want to know that he didn't want to know, he was unreliable, unreliable, unreliable, he just wanted to poke his eyes blind, don't look at the troubled look of his boss in love.

"I haven't been able to enter Dana's spiritual world, nor did I have a heat of conjugation. What does this mean?" Elisen asked him.

Barrow raised his head abruptly: "Boss, you are not **** someone, are you unwilling and you can't force it."

"Who the **** raped, do you love me?" Hearing the word rape, Elisen almost didn't jump out of his chair, joking. Yesterday, his Dana came out of the water and even slandered him for rape?

"Oh..." Barrow lowered his head again, his scalp sweating.

"Forget it, I just want to ask you, what does this mean? How did you chase Crilanf before?" The emotional virgin Elyson pulled off his cheeky face and asked humbly for advice.

"Uh... I got into bed with Crane, and that's it..." Barrow was embarrassed to say that at the beginning, Crane wanted to **** him, but he was defeated by him and was rectified on the spot. It's almost there, it's just a negative textbook.

But his boss's hopeful eyes made him very stressed, so he had to silently swallow the following words back, and turned his head abruptly: "Boss, do you know Dana's preferences, birthday... or something?"

Elisen thought about it for a while. He likes sweets, cartoons... and then? Well, he is really not very clear.

"The boss, you should first get along with one person's preferences, so that the other person will feel that you are very caring, and the last two hearts will get closer and closer, and the combination of heat or something will naturally arise." Barrow said nonsense. He didn't dare to say that he and Crilanf just had **** with each other, and the process of getting along with them was more carnal.

"Hmm..." Elisen nodded, feeling that this suggestion was very useful. Then he threw the can of Duoduo's top-quality silk lubricant on the table to Barrow, "Thank you, and reward you with a bottle." He said in a very good mood.

Barrow took it awkwardly, and hurriedly tucked it into his jacket pocket, smashing the door, not wanting to stay in that weird space for a moment.

"Hey, what is the boss looking for?" Crilanf ran behind him thiefly after seeing Barrow hurriedly back to his seat and blew into his ears.

Barrow hadn't recovered from the shock just now, and he gave Crilanf a tremor: "No, nothing, ask about the progress of the case..." He said with a guilty conscience, while pulling away his partner's sneaking hand. .

With a "click", a jar of things fell out of his coat pocket in the motion of his wave, and rolled to Crilanf's feet.

"...Todobird top-quality silk-feel lubricant?" Crilanf picked up the jar in disbelief and looked at him in horror. "Isn't it out of stock before? No, what do you put in your pocket at work? Crilanf saw the package clearly, and hurriedly tucked it back into Barrow's pocket, lowered his voice and blushed and yelled at Barrow.

I didn’t want to explain at all that Barossen, who had just been Elisson’s life psychological counselor, said irresistibly: “It’s not mine, it’s just given to me by the boss just now and it’s wrong... while asking about the case... By the way, I want to promote family happiness."

Bonnie, who hummed happily in front of her, picked up her precious lambskin bag and was about to get off work, but she didn't realize that her contribution inadvertently contributed to another couple's evening sex.

Elison's confusion (2)

Elisen drove back home with thoughts, he parked the car and got off the car with the box of tributes. Seeing that the lights in his villa were on, he couldn't help feeling bright. As he approached the gate, the aroma of the dishes had already wafted out, allowing him to smell it comfortably.

"I'm back..." After he swept the door lock at the pupil recognizer, the door opened. It was not Dana in a pink apron who greeted him, but a fat Polish chicken squatting at the door exuding anger.

"Cocococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococococozoily! (You shameless dare to come back!! Lanhua thumped forward angrily. Then he found that his Dana had been eaten, dried, wiped and cleansed, an obscene demon!

Elisen ignored him. He was holding a box in his hand, and when he bent down to take off his shoes, the angry chicken jumped on his head and pulled the hair on his top. Elisen was caught off guard and let out a cry of pain, and the box was placed aside. He only took off a shoe and fought Orchid in the hallway for three hundred rounds. Feathers flew all over the sky. In the end, I was really annoyed.

Unexpectedly, after Ika was released, he walked slowly to the living room, completely ignoring the love and hatred entanglement between his master and his beloved orchid in the hallway. Ika thought about his being locked up in the small black room last night. , Seeing that Dana was kindly trying to rub each other, he was thrown into the little black room again, bah, deserved to be pecked by a chicken.

Elisen, who was ignored by his own mental body, was rescued by Dana who followed the voice after fighting for more than 10 minutes. Lanhua was grabbed back by Dana, still unsure of her anger, and finally slobbered at Elison who was very embarrassed by herself, not just one.

Elisen: "..."

Looking at the chicken feathers and a pool of saliva on his high-class coat, the chickens that will slobber with care, I hate it.

"Don't be angry, let's eat. I have made a lot of dishes, and I can bring Chinese food tomorrow." Dana looked helplessly at Elison, who was walking in embarrassment. He sometimes felt helpless with his mental body.

Elisen, who had removed a few feathers, looked at the dishes on the table, snorted heavily, and hit me to see if your master still loves me, the dishes on the table, look at your little steamed buns, Shabby.

Lanhua looked at Elisen's provocative eyes, and used his chicken feet to pull over his small porcelain plate.

"Are you okay? Your health is okay?" After a full meal, Elisen pulled over Dana and hugged him in his arms, well, it was still fragrant.

"Hmm..." Dana responded in a small voice, "Let go of me, I will clean up and wash the dishes."

"No, you sit and rest. I didn't want you to cook. I'll wash the bowls." Elisen, who has counted the number of times of washing dishes from birth to now, rolled up domineeringly. Said the sleeve.

When Elisen entered the kitchen sweating profusely and fighting with a pile of slippery dishes, he seemed to hear Dana calling him: "Ilay