Beastmen Kings At My Feet [Reverse Harem] - Chapter 92: Chapter 92
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Veronica quietly stepped into the garden she had once known so well, her steps light as if to avoid disturbing the tranquility.
She gently swept her gaze over each flower, as if expressing the joy of a long-awaited reunion. She approached a withered flower, squatted down gently, and tenderly caressed its petals with her hand.
Her psychic power subtly emanated, like warm sunlight bathing the petals. The once-dull leaves began to gradually unfurl, as if sensing Veronica's care and strength.
Then, she turned to the flowers that were in full bloom. Her psychic power diffused even more softly, like a gentle breeze carrying the breath of life. The flowers, as if sensing this force, became greener and more vibrant.
Under Veronica's psychic power touch, the entire garden seemed to come alive with new vitality. The withered flowers regained their life force, while the flourishing ones grew even more lush, as if showing off their beauty and gratitude to Veronica.
Veronica stood quietly in the garden, feeling all these changes. Since her psychic power had been upgraded, she had noticeably become more adept at using and controlling it.
In the past, she had always been cautious when using her psychic power, fearing that overuse would lead to exhaustion. But now, things were different.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that even when she expended a significant amount of psychic power, she no longer felt tired. Instead, it was as if she had an inexhaustible source of energy.
Her psychic power seemed to have perfectly integrated with her body. Every time she tapped into it, she felt incredibly comfortable and at ease.
She could clearly sense every thread of psychic power flowing within her, like clear rivers that she could direct at will to any part of her body.
She even began to experiment with using her psychic power to influence the surrounding environment. She discovered that by adjusting the frequency and intensity of her psychic power, she could alter the atmosphere and energy field around her to some extent.
The moment Matthew quietly entered the garden, Veronica immediately sensed his presence. Within the range of her psychic power, she could clearly perceive every subtle change in her surroundings, whether it was a rustle of leaves or the chirping of birds.
Matthew's entrance was like a stone dropped into still water, creating ripples. Veronica's psychic power instantly focused on him, allowing her to clearly sense his breath and steps.
This ability enabled her to quickly react to unknown dangers and protect herself. Veronica's psychic power not only covered the entire garden but also extended further.
In her perception, every flower and leaf in the garden seemed to come alive, existing vividly in her spiritual world.
Matthew's arrival did not disrupt the garden's tranquility; instead, it added a touch of liveliness. Veronica's psychic power, like a keen-eyed hawk, silently moved through the surrounding space, quietly observing every movement.
She sensed Matthew's footsteps, the steady and strong pace, like an invisible signal, gradually approaching her. She did not turn around but waited quietly, as if she had already foreseen what would happen next.
Matthew slowly made his way around her, eventually standing behind her, as if searching for the right moment to speak. However, he did not speak immediately but stood there silently, seemingly lost in thought.
Veronica remained silent, waiting for Matthew to break the quiet. She knew that Matthew was not one to speak lightly. He would only voice his thoughts when he deemed it appropriate. Therefore, Veronica did not rush to break the silence but chose to wait patiently.
The air around them seemed to solidify, with only Matthew's breathing and footsteps constantly reminding Veronica of his presence behind her. She could sense his existence, that familiar yet somewhat alien aura, causing her heartbeat to involuntarily quicken.
Finally, Matthew spoke. His voice was deep and resolute, as if he had pondered his words carefully. "Do you know what I've been thinking?"
His question took Veronica by surprise, but she remained calm, gently shaking her head to indicate her ignorance.
Matthew let out a soft sigh, seemingly disappointed, but he did not give up. He continued, "I've been thinking about how we should define our relationship."
His words caught Veronica off guard. She had never expected Matthew to address this issue so directly.
After a moment of silence, she slowly turned to face him. Her gaze was firm and profound, as if she could see through to his innermost thoughts.
She took a deep breath and said, "Matthew, perhaps our relationship doesn't need to be defined so rigidly. As long as we trust and understand each other, that should be enough."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Matthew's lips. "Actually, that's not what I'm really concerned about. Veronica, I have a proposition. How about we make a deal?
"If you help me solidify my position here, I'm willing to put my life in your hands, to do with as you please."
He still left himself some leeway. He didn't want to ask about his place in Veronica's heart.
Matthew couldn't help but fall into contemplation. He had never imagined that he, someone who usually cherished his own life above all else, would one day make such an offer.
He was the type to be self-interested, selfish, and greedy, always using every resource to his advantage and never easily trusting others.
Yet now, he was willing to entrust his most precious possession, his life, to someone else. This was undoubtedly a significant shift for him.
Veronica slowly stood up, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and determination. She reached out and gently brushed the dust from Matthew's shoulders, her movements tender and meticulous, as if wiping away all his worries and troubles.
She sighed softly, feeling a sense of helplessness, "Matthew, it's not that serious.
"I'll help you. After all, helping you is also helping myself. We once said we're friends, and friends should support and help each other. So don't worry too much. Let's figure this out together."
Veronica's words were gentle yet firm. They flowed into Matthew's heart like a warm current.
She gently swept her gaze over each flower, as if expressing the joy of a long-awaited reunion. She approached a withered flower, squatted down gently, and tenderly caressed its petals with her hand.
Her psychic power subtly emanated, like warm sunlight bathing the petals. The once-dull leaves began to gradually unfurl, as if sensing Veronica's care and strength.
Then, she turned to the flowers that were in full bloom. Her psychic power diffused even more softly, like a gentle breeze carrying the breath of life. The flowers, as if sensing this force, became greener and more vibrant.
Under Veronica's psychic power touch, the entire garden seemed to come alive with new vitality. The withered flowers regained their life force, while the flourishing ones grew even more lush, as if showing off their beauty and gratitude to Veronica.
Veronica stood quietly in the garden, feeling all these changes. Since her psychic power had been upgraded, she had noticeably become more adept at using and controlling it.
In the past, she had always been cautious when using her psychic power, fearing that overuse would lead to exhaustion. But now, things were different.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that even when she expended a significant amount of psychic power, she no longer felt tired. Instead, it was as if she had an inexhaustible source of energy.
Her psychic power seemed to have perfectly integrated with her body. Every time she tapped into it, she felt incredibly comfortable and at ease.
She could clearly sense every thread of psychic power flowing within her, like clear rivers that she could direct at will to any part of her body.
She even began to experiment with using her psychic power to influence the surrounding environment. She discovered that by adjusting the frequency and intensity of her psychic power, she could alter the atmosphere and energy field around her to some extent.
The moment Matthew quietly entered the garden, Veronica immediately sensed his presence. Within the range of her psychic power, she could clearly perceive every subtle change in her surroundings, whether it was a rustle of leaves or the chirping of birds.
Matthew's entrance was like a stone dropped into still water, creating ripples. Veronica's psychic power instantly focused on him, allowing her to clearly sense his breath and steps.
This ability enabled her to quickly react to unknown dangers and protect herself. Veronica's psychic power not only covered the entire garden but also extended further.
In her perception, every flower and leaf in the garden seemed to come alive, existing vividly in her spiritual world.
Matthew's arrival did not disrupt the garden's tranquility; instead, it added a touch of liveliness. Veronica's psychic power, like a keen-eyed hawk, silently moved through the surrounding space, quietly observing every movement.
She sensed Matthew's footsteps, the steady and strong pace, like an invisible signal, gradually approaching her. She did not turn around but waited quietly, as if she had already foreseen what would happen next.
Matthew slowly made his way around her, eventually standing behind her, as if searching for the right moment to speak. However, he did not speak immediately but stood there silently, seemingly lost in thought.
Veronica remained silent, waiting for Matthew to break the quiet. She knew that Matthew was not one to speak lightly. He would only voice his thoughts when he deemed it appropriate. Therefore, Veronica did not rush to break the silence but chose to wait patiently.
The air around them seemed to solidify, with only Matthew's breathing and footsteps constantly reminding Veronica of his presence behind her. She could sense his existence, that familiar yet somewhat alien aura, causing her heartbeat to involuntarily quicken.
Finally, Matthew spoke. His voice was deep and resolute, as if he had pondered his words carefully. "Do you know what I've been thinking?"
His question took Veronica by surprise, but she remained calm, gently shaking her head to indicate her ignorance.
Matthew let out a soft sigh, seemingly disappointed, but he did not give up. He continued, "I've been thinking about how we should define our relationship."
His words caught Veronica off guard. She had never expected Matthew to address this issue so directly.
After a moment of silence, she slowly turned to face him. Her gaze was firm and profound, as if she could see through to his innermost thoughts.
She took a deep breath and said, "Matthew, perhaps our relationship doesn't need to be defined so rigidly. As long as we trust and understand each other, that should be enough."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Matthew's lips. "Actually, that's not what I'm really concerned about. Veronica, I have a proposition. How about we make a deal?
"If you help me solidify my position here, I'm willing to put my life in your hands, to do with as you please."
He still left himself some leeway. He didn't want to ask about his place in Veronica's heart.
Matthew couldn't help but fall into contemplation. He had never imagined that he, someone who usually cherished his own life above all else, would one day make such an offer.
He was the type to be self-interested, selfish, and greedy, always using every resource to his advantage and never easily trusting others.
Yet now, he was willing to entrust his most precious possession, his life, to someone else. This was undoubtedly a significant shift for him.
Veronica slowly stood up, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and determination. She reached out and gently brushed the dust from Matthew's shoulders, her movements tender and meticulous, as if wiping away all his worries and troubles.
She sighed softly, feeling a sense of helplessness, "Matthew, it's not that serious.
"I'll help you. After all, helping you is also helping myself. We once said we're friends, and friends should support and help each other. So don't worry too much. Let's figure this out together."
Veronica's words were gentle yet firm. They flowed into Matthew's heart like a warm current.
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