Karan pushed his face away: "Shit, haven't you ever danced with others in ballroom dancing before? Do you have a good physical compatibility with everyone, and I'm only taller than you?"

Xiovel frowned: "Watch your words."

"It's a matter of technique." Karan insists he's got the hang of it.

Xiovel's blue eyes flickered: "Part of it is due to technical issues..."

Karan looked at him sideways.

——Normally he doesn't admit her point of view so easily.

Siovel's Adam's apple moved, and he put one hand around her waist and put the other on her shoulder just like he had done when dancing.

He pulled her into his lap and kissed her.

His lips were dry and slightly cold. Karan avoided it and said, "No, I'm already very tired tonight."

Siovel kissed her on the jaw: "How much effort does it take to kiss?"

"Get away!" Karan tried to break free, "Do you believe it when you just kiss?"

She could feel everything from where she sat.

Siovel was exploring the skin on her neck. Karan felt that her whole body was sweaty, wet and sticky. She pushed and said: "Wait for me to wash..."

"Hmm." Xiovel muttered, but did not let go.

He slowly approached, and Karan felt incredibly hot, and the thin blush on his face quickly spread to his neck.

Body fit.

Controlling skills.

There is also just the right amount of eye contact, warmth, and sweat.

This is the waltz.

Callan was too tired to stand this development: "Go away! I don't believe you and Mrs. Tilling don't have a tacit understanding of ballroom dancing!"

Xiovir slowly let go of her.

"Why do you mention this..." He frowned, his eyes looking gloomy.

'Because I don't want to do something indescribable.'

Karan cleared his throat: "State my point of view objectively."

"Since the accident that night, I haven't had much physical contact with Tilin."

"You are still guarding yourself..."

"Because I feel dirty." Siovel looked at her coldly.

Karan was stabbed by him.

He thinks she is dirty and lowly, so he will not insult his wife with the hands that have touched her.

Xiovir felt Karan's hand tighten.

Her face quickly turned pale, her eyes avoided him, and then slowly moved back. She was forcing herself to look at him, and there was no desire to escape in her expression.

"How dirty?"

Her voice was as soft as her breathing, but her eyes were so arrogant that they were almost provocative.

Xiovir wanted to kiss the corners of her lowered eyes.

How dirty is this, he asked himself.

How dirty is it?

Karan was pinched by his waist and pressed down. She raised her head in pain and screamed loudly. The waltz music was still echoing in her ears. The dance steps were slow. They advanced and retreated closely to the beat. Their shoulders, waist, knees, and feet were all touched.

Mobilize, rise, fall and sway the body to form a continuous dance step.

Siovel's noble posture guided her to put the focus on herself. Their dance steps changed from hesitant to vigorous, from stiff to smooth. Karan's black hair was like waves, and his body was softer than before, but his movements could not keep up with the rhythm at all.

They completed the last exchange of Condras, raised their bodies, lowered their heels, and slid parallel to each other. Their gazes separated and looked ahead, then returned to their original position and intertwined.

This is really...

"Unforgivably dirty."

After Siovel sighed, he whispered in Karan's ear.

Unforgivable, unacceptable, unspeakable.

Karan lay exhausted on the sofa.

Theovir picked her up.

They took a bath and fell asleep together.

Siovel hugged her tightly and put her hand on his heart. He traced Karan's tired face with his eyes, and Karan couldn't sleep at all because of him: "What are you looking at?"

Theoviel wanted to write his name on her neck and tattoo the wings of a thorn bird on her back.

"Looking at my sin."

Theoviel looked her in the eyes, kissed her goodnight, and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, they heard each other's restless breathing.

Christmas, school holidays.

Xiovir has a large family to keep company with, so he won't show up until next year.

Karan doesn't know the final exam results yet.

She quickly finished all her vacation homework, and spent the rest of her time on Babel Club activities.

At the school dance, Leo gave her an inside tip.

They were going to smuggle some black-haired people from slave farms out of the country, and the ship would leave from Diamond Pier after Christmas. Leo gave her all the information and asked her to make a smuggling plan as quickly as possible.

.

This information is "internally confidential".

This includes detailed information on municipal projects such as underground waterways and wharf design drawings, as well as information on the wharf employees, their family situations, and other personal privacy.

Karan doesn't know where these things come from.

Leo is a genius in the computer department, and maybe he has an entire team of hackers. The secret agency he works for belongs to Scotland Yard, and he can also obtain this information through legal channels.

In short, there is no doubt about the accuracy of these things.

Karan just needs to build the corresponding building according to the building blocks he gave him.

She handed the plan to Leo, who revised it and put it into practice.

Karan was not involved in the specific implementation process - which is why Leo said this job was "safe". She only interacted directly with Leo, without having to show her face, and no executor would know of her existence.

On the day the plan was implemented, Karan was restless for a long time.

She turned on the TV and saw no relevant news, so she gradually relaxed. The ship should have sailed smoothly, and her black-haired compatriots would be sent to other countries to start a new life.

It's still very difficult.

Because they are illegal immigrants and have no legal status.

They will have to live a hard life in the dark, and it will even be more difficult because of the change of environment. However, the foreign environment is relatively relaxed, and if they have certain abilities, they may be able to find a way out.

This probability is very small.

In the evening, Leo made a video call with Karan and told her that everything was going well.

Karan didn't look happy: "They won't live well abroad either."

Leo said calmly: "They have escaped from slavery. This is the greatest success."

"Just not being called a 'slave' does not mean that you are freed from the status of a 'slave'." Karan said coldly. After saying that, she felt that she was a bit sharp, "Sorry, I didn't mean to spoil the fun..."

Leo shook his head and leaned on the chair: "It doesn't matter, you can tell me what you think."

"Have you ever seen a child growing up in a slave farm?" Karan asked.

Her expression was as calm as a mask.

Leo nodded: "Of course I have seen it..."

"Have you communicated with them?"

Leo shook his head.

Karan said: "A child on the slave farm told me that they lived very well in that place. Because everyone was equal, eating the same cans, drinking from the same sink, and in the same position

Labeling, no one is treated differently."

Leo leaned forward slightly, frowning and listening carefully.

"But in the outside world, everything is 'unequal'. There are differences in class status, economic conditions, height and appearance between people, and they are treated differently because of this. So they don't want to leave the slave farm and go outside."

What they want is equality like animals.
To be continued...