47. An affair in a dance troupe (below)

Katrina's pale red eyes were filled with an unspeakable resignation, and with a pitiful look on her little face she whispered to the young swordsman, "Daj, don't come to me, will you!"

I was a bit taken aback, for although Katrina's expression was as resigned and pitiful as it could be, she refused to relax her grip on my hand, and her soft fingers tapped my knuckles surreptitiously, in our usual little game of sitting face to face on the bed when we were bored in the caravan, and I would let her unfold her smooth, white palms and take the opportunity to hold her little hand for a little I would ask her to guess my mood in different rhythms. It was a little game between us, and at this point her hint to me was telling me she was nervous.

A flash of pout appeared on the young swordsman's face and his breath became a little ragged, as if he had lost his mind through infatuation as he asked Katrina: "Why? We were fine before, we saw the snow together in the New Siacis Mountains, what did I not do well enough, I promised you that I would plead with my father to marry you back when I returned to the Empire. What exactly do you want me to do?"

I looked at the young couple with wide eyes, it didn't look like the Daj swordsman in front of me had a good temper, I could tell he was already controlling his anger, but that hand was still on the hilt of his own sword. I knew that this cheerful girl was a strong person, not a woman who cried so easily, and I heard her say with a resigned voice: "Sister Singh is getting married, and the Seventh Maiden chose me to be her maid, telling me to accompany her in the future. What is the difference between me, a lowly dancer who has signed a contract, and a slave? Cast out, given away, chosen to be a dowry to accompany her, what is there to say for ourselves, please, Daj I know you are a good man, but don't come to me will you?"

With that, Katrina pulled me violently around Daj, the young swordsman, and ran towards the caravan, while Daj stood stunned, not even thinking to pull Katrina back.

I couldn't understand it, the tears that spilled from Katarina's eyes as she ran were blown away by the wind, her heart was sad and she wasn't faking it, but there was an overwhelming sense of relief and relief as she pulled me along. I peeked over at Katrina and her teary eyes suddenly blinked rapidly at me, and my modesty was instantly shattered.

We ran back to the bedroom panting, Katrina leaning against the door and panting heavily, and I sat down beside her, asking her incomprehensibly, "Hey, I think this guy is nice, rich and handsome! Why don't you take advantage of it and push him into someone else's arms? Wouldn't it be better if you were like Singh? I think he's much more handsome than Fred."

Katrina pressed one hand against her rippling forehead, tried to calm her breathing, climbed nimbly to her feet and squatted in front of the bedside table to retrieve a dress, changed right in front of me, exposing her beautiful body to my view without hiding it, then squatted down in front of me leaving her snowy white and beautifully defined backside to me, no longer looking half sad or aggrieved, and said with a smile on her face. "I think Jia you're pretty good too, want you to marry me?"

"Aigoo, I've been sleeping with you for so long, you must be responsible for me. If you abandon me, I'll make you look good!" Katrina exhaled and sucked in her breasts hard, making me tire the straps of her petticoat behind her a little tighter.

I said, "Are you tired of this?"

"Luckily, with you by his side he was able to tighten it up a bit, or at least act like a gentleman." Katrina finally exhaled when she saw me tie the straps in a bow and stood up straight and carried her skirt around the dormitory, the layers blooming like flowers, so beautiful.

I said, "I mean you can't breathe when you're tying it so tightly! We're going out camping later, how are you going to eat in such a cumbersome outfit?"

"Haha, I thought you were going to tell me about that pestering pervert again, of course I have to take advantage of the opportunity to be beautiful, otherwise you'll forget about me later, I have to make you remember me so that when you go camping one day, you'll remember how nice a redhead was to you back in the day, then I'll have achieved my goal. Hey, don't go, you can't let me go out in just my petticoat. Katrina is sometimes a bit of a nervous wreck, as if she could get herself into a reverie just by talking, a cheerful and sentimental dancer of sorts.

On the way back, Katrina took me in her arms despite my objections, and I always felt a little helpless at this time. Although the soft embrace was as comfortable as a comfortable sponge mattress, and it felt good to be held close by such a beautiful woman, there was still a feeling of being underestimated, that I had always been a small child in their eyes, a little child who needed lots and lots of love. It was a warmth that hid a strange smell, a warmth that was very warm.

Katrina said cheerfully against my ear, "I can't believe you're so young and you know how to care for people there must be many girls who like you when you grow up."

Annoyed, I pushed her face away from me and said, "Don't blow on my ear, don't you know it tickles! Who cares about you, I just want you to get married early and leave me alone!"

"Hehehe, I just know it!" Katrina tossed her long red hair that I had made loose behind her head, her mouth curved sweetly and slightly upwards, her eyes brightened and she said to me, "You do care about me! Yes."

I looked earnestly into her beautiful eyes and she panicked a little and tried to duck out of the way, I put my arms around her white neck and put my head up and said calmly, "Of course I care about you when you take care of me. You still haven't told me why you're giving people goody cards."

"What nice guy card, I didn't give him any cards." Katrina looked at me suspiciously.

"I mean why find a lame reason to turn him down and move Kiger out of the town hill, wasn't he a gentleman to you?" I was being held in Katrina's arms and it felt a little out of place to talk to her in an adult tone.

Katrina sighed softly at my question and said, "That's what he said to the other dancers in the troupe."

"So what, I think you're better than all the other women, beautiful, sexy all the compliments can come pouring in. You also have much prettier red hair than the others, don't you have the confidence to beat them?" I encouraged her, I thought she should have a beautiful love, that the melody of youth should not belong to others, but that she should fight for it, feel it, love it, even if it hurts, weary and sore, just find a corner to hide and lick the wounds, don't leave your youth with regrets.

I didn't even react when her warm, wet red lips came to me, and by the time I felt the intoxicating softness, she had already turned her head away, blushing slightly and not even daring to look at me. Then she whispered, "He won't marry me, he just wants to simply have fun. They pursue us as a game or a bet, and the winner will enjoy our bodies, show them off to their friends and get a good amount of money for the bet, but they won't keep their promise to us. We are just dancers!"

Katrina was a little gloomy, her eyes a little demonically poignant.

"Don't dismiss everyone, it's like sunflower seeds, the kind that smell good to eat, you can't eat one stinky seed and think the whole bag of melons doesn't smell good. Do you really know him?" I think there is a wall in Katrina's inner world, the small hard wall of her soft exterior.

Katrina nodded, blinking away the tears that were in her eyes. Choking softly with some resignation, she said, "Ja, I happen to have met a stinking melon." Then, trying hard to put on a beautiful smile, she smiled a little reluctantly and asked me, "Is my luck so bad?"

By saying this I could more or less guess that Caterina must have known to write something else, like the true thoughts of the heart that hid behind the handsome exterior or the pact he had with his friends or something. I patted her face, trying to cheer him up, and said, "You met me, didn't you have bad luck!"

My comment made Katrina feel better and she smiled.

Kurtz stood far away from the pot, looking at me with displeasure, and was about to lose his temper at my being so blatantly AWOL. I hurriedly got out of Katrina's arms, put my arm around Kurtz's shoulders and said to him, "Dude, I'll let me show you what bacon and American pie is this time. Don't droop, I've come up with a great idea, we can make a dish with a whole leg of pork, I've got a name for it. That's right, the naming rights are mine this time, I'm naming the two dishes Dongpo Elbow and Braised Hoof."

"We're not stewing meat?" Kurtz was a little expectant and a little disappointed.

I hemmed and hawed and said, "How is that possible? Of course we're stewing. Come quickly and help me figure out how to split this little piggy, oh yes, just use your new axe. This way, this way, from the breastbone here all the way down, yes yes yes, split the whole belly open ..."

I was always the one directing from the sidelines with my mouth, the small cooking knife in my hand was just for slicing onions and ginger, while it was Kuz who was the real labourer, and Kuz was nine blocks ahead of me with his knife skills.

Gogo and Katrina were stunned when they saw Kurtz pull out his well-kept, short, declarative axe and chop off the boar's hind legs without hesitation. Our tabletops were neatly lined with a wide variety of knives, but they were of little use as Kurtz took his razor-sharp short pronounced axe and darted it along between the bones, turning the boar into a stack of bright red meat in a copper basin with the fluid movements of a Kurtz who had regained his confidence and exuded a unique charm.

Katrina, even with her long, bulky skirt, was able to yard the meat expertly and she immediately looked smart and capable as she tied her shoulder-length wavy hair in a ponytail at the back of her head, and I moved over to her to watch her sprinkle spices on the meat with her hands, her ponytail swaying gently with her movements, and seeing that she was in a good mood, I asked behind her, "Hey, what did you say earlier? Oh! By the way, is it true that when Kige marries she'll take you with her and have your marriage all wrapped up?"

Katrina turned her head to look at me with wide eyes, blushed and looked down to pepper a ribeye as she said, "Something like that, a lot of maids are obliged to do that and it's a good choice for us, instead of choosing men we don't know or finding someone mediocre like Sister Singh who will at least pamper us. It would be nice to follow the master and share the favour she gets."

I said with a deliberately bitter face, "That! I'll be miserable then."

"What does that have to do with you?" Katrina blushed even more.

I said with a heated smile, "When the time comes, won't I be getting two bonuses! Haha."

"Why do you need to give me a red packet? I have my own dowry with me!" Katrina couldn't understand my thoughts and asked me strangely with a red face.

I got a bit carried away and brought my memories from my previous life back in, and couldn't keep my mouth shut when I was fooling around with the pretty girl, so I talked about giving a dowry and thought it was funny, but I couldn't imagine that people wouldn't understand at all. But the girl was thinking out of the box. Did she think I wanted to marry Kiger? I'm a bit amused, but there's a big difference in age!

The swordsman apprentice Daj has returned to his small group, although occasionally still look over, but the heart is always hesitant, see Katrina crouched in the side of Gogo, perhaps fear of this iceberg beauty Gogo, after repeated consideration, but did not raise the courage to come to pester Katrina.

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