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Since the sports car had no trunk, after coming out of the motel, Shen Ye held all his belongings in his arms. He originally planned to throw them under his feet, but doing so would leave him with no place to put his feet. He always abided by the rules of riding and would never put his feet on the car console like the black-haired witch for comfort.
The black-haired witch then started the sports car and drove towards her residence.
Not long after, the two came to a residential area, but the residential areas in the US were slightly different from those in China. There were independent houses here, but unlike Enzo's house, the house where the black-haired witch lived was made of wood. However, the conditions still seemed to be better than Jeanne's.
"Is the salary of a nun so high?"
After getting off the car, Shen Ye was surprised to see the house which was not much smaller than Enzo's house. Although he knew that the US was vast and sparsely populated, this was a city. Even if the tax on the wooden house was not high, it was still a huge expense.
The black-haired witch took a bag from Shen Ye's arms and said as she walked forward: "The church I serve doesn't pay me because I'm just a volunteer and I'm not sincere. By the way, can you help me get the key? It's in my left hip pocket."
She bought a lot of things, so if she carried them like this, she would have no free hands.
"It sounds like you are the type of slave that capitalists love most... But your clothes are made of hair, right? How can you put keys in them?" Shen Ye lowered his head in confusion, looking at the witch's perky buttocks. The perfect curve showed no trace of keys.
"Since my hair can be turned into clothes, why can't it be used to store things? Besides, keys are not big items." The black-haired witch said, pointing her butt at Shen Ye.
Shen Ye looked at the perfect curves and imagined how good it would feel, but he said, "In that case, why don't you use your hair to hold the thing in your hand and then take it out yourself?"
The black-haired witch turned around and rolled her eyes at Shen Ye, and said unhappily: "Because I'm giving you a legitimate reason to touch my butt, don't you want it?"
This is a very valid reason, and I certainly want to try it.
Shen Ye thought about it, no longer hesitated, and immediately freed one hand and reached into the trouser pocket that was transformed from hair.
"How does it feel?" the black-haired witch suddenly asked.
"Excellent." Shen Ye spoke truthfully. Even though there was a layer of "cloth" between them, he could still clearly feel that his palm was deeply sunk into it.
"Thank you for the compliment!" The black-haired witch raised her eyebrows.
However, after Shen Ye found the key, he quickly pulled his hand out, opened the door and walked in.
He felt that Bayonetta was too skilled, at least one level higher than Jeanne d'Arc, and it was a bit difficult for him to handle.
"Why do you look more like the owner of this room than me?" The black-haired witch followed Shen Ye in and saw him skillfully take out slippers from the bag he was holding and put them on, then skillfully walk to the refrigerator, find a bottle of Coke inside and start drinking it. She couldn't help but complain.
Shen Ye drank half a can of Coke in one breath, and he let out a long breath. The cold soda calmed his mind a little. Then he walked to the sofa with the Coke and sat down, put his feet on the coffee table, and said: "Do we still need to be polite to each other?"
"That makes sense...but what is the relationship between us?" The black-haired witch sorted the things and put them away, then took out the bottles of wine from the bag. While talking, she was thinking about which bottle of wine to drink later.
"What do you think?" Shen Ye took another sip of Coke and then asked back.
"Shouldn't I ask you about this? You are a man, you should take the initiative." The black-haired witch walked to the wine cabinet again and took out two dusty wine glasses. She usually went to the Gates of Hell Bar to drink, and she didn't know how long it had been since she had used the glasses at home.
Frowning, the black-haired witch first opened the bottle of red wine she had picked out, then took the two wine glasses to the sink and turned on the faucet to wash them.
While cleaning the wine glasses, Miss Witch didn't receive a response from Shen Ye. She thought he was too shy to speak, so she said, "You were very proactive when you paid just now."
"That's different." Shen Ye curled his lips, then turned back and leaned on the back of the sofa, looking at the witch's tall and plump back, "Can you prepare some snacks? I have already bought the food, you just need to process it."
Although Enzo's wife prepared a table full of food to celebrate Enzo's birthday, Shen Ye didn't eat much because he was choked by the cake that had so much sugar in it at the beginning, so by now he was starting to feel hungry.
"Why do you want me to process it? Didn't you buy the food?" the black-haired witch said indignantly.
Shen Ye chuckled: "But you are the owner of the house, and you invited me here. Have you ever heard of a guest going to the host's house and having to do it himself?"
"But you just said that we have a special relationship, and I thought you were serious!" Bayonetta turned and glanced at him, complaining: "Why is it so clear now to distinguish between host and guest?"
Shen Ye shrugged: "Unless you are willing to give me half of the key, I will always be a guest."
Bayonetta pointed to the door and said, "Here, the key is hanging on the door. If you want, you can take the key and make a copy tomorrow... Speaking of which, you are from China, how about I cook Chinese food for you?"
"Is it the kind with a lot of sugar? If it's that kind of food, then it's not necessary." Shen Ye said vigilantly. Among the food he bought were several semi-finished products and even chicken breast. The main thing was that although the convenience store in the motel had a wide variety of goods, it was nothing like the convenience stores in China that prepared all kinds of cooked food.
However, he did see some finished canned food, but this reminded him of some bad memories in the past. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to eat canned food. Hot food was more suitable for him.
"I'm sorry, I only know how to cook Chinese food with a lot of sugar, like General Tso's Chicken, Almond Chicken, and Sesame Chicken." Bayonetta picked up a bag of packaged chicken breast and shook it at Shen Ye.
"Why don't you do it yourself? Anyway, I have allowed you to take the key to my house and make a copy. You are no longer a guest." Bayonetta said again.
Shen Ye thought about it for a while, then nodded: "I think this is feasible."
Then he frowned again, as if he had never cooked when he was at Jeanne's house. Every time, Jeanne would prepare the food and ask him to eat.
However, Jeanne has 500 years more experience and has traveled all over Europe. Her cooking skills are much better than Bayonetta's, who has stayed in the US for a long time.
It seems that both women have their own advantages... Shen Ye thought to himself.
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