Chapter 364 - Rubbing on Oil and Dog Without a Leash
Chapter 364 Rubbing on Oil and Dog Without a Leash
It wasn’t unusual for remote towns which lacked access to the outside world to have unconventional mindsets.
Some towns changed for the better, where their people were more kindhearted and innocent.
But some towns changed for the worse, with people losing their sense of morality.
In Wolfkyle, the residents of the nearby town had willingly worked for the killers in the game for money.
Luke and Annie put the unpleasant topic aside and sat down on a couple of deck chairs by the side of the lake, and Luke ate the lunch which Annie made.
Lunch for Americans was very simple, as generally, it was dinner when they had a proper meal. They usually only had an hour for lunch, so they basically had simple sandwiches, hot dogs, hamburgers or salad.
Thanks to good quality ingredients, the sandwich which Annie made was above average.
After Luke finished the sandwich, they opened a bottle of wine to enjoy.
According to Annie, she had only had beer at most, and had never had the chance to enjoy wine.
Luke knew that she was implying that no man had ever hit on her with wine.
What could Luke do? Happily teach her the basics of drinking wine, of course.
As they chatted, they put their deck chairs right up to each other – that was the advantage of chairs without arms.
Luke told her what the kids at his campsite did, and how he kicked five young couples out of the woods in the middle of the night.
Annie giggled and punched him when she heard about how awful he was to them.
She had only graduated school half a year ago, and was basically Luke’s age.
She couldn’t help but blush when she remembered the students who were caught naked by their dean during her time at school.
It wasn’t bashfulness, but pure embarrassment and a bit of excitement.
She couldn’t help imagining what if she were the one Luke caught, and she felt hot all over.
It was another sunny day. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt because it was slightly cold on the mountain before noon.
But on the shore of the lake with the sun right above her, she suddenly felt hot.
She took off her shirt to reveal a short-sleeved T-shirt underneath. She paused as she looked at the other side of the lake. “Ah, they’re sunbathing.”
Luke looked at them and said, “They’re a couple; they passed by the camp entrance earlier, and asked me for directions. They seem quite nice.”
He then turned and looked at Annie. “Do you want to sunbathe too?”
Annie hesitated for a moment, but still nodded in the end.
It would be a waste if she couldn’t bask in the sun on such a beautiful afternoon and with such a perfect man.
Luke asked with a smile, “Do you have a swimsuit?”
Annie nodded quickly. “Yes, it’s in my room. I brought suntan oil as well.”
She had known that there was a lake here, which was one of the reasons why she had chosen to come here to work.
Luke got up with a smile, and so did Annie.
He carried her on his back and said, “Haha, you’re too slow. I’ll take you there.” He then carried her to the cabins.
Annie exclaimed at first, before she burst into laughter.
Luke dropped Annie off at her cabin so that she could put on the swimsuit, and they wound up dawdling for half an hour.
When Annie finally came out, she blushed at the way Luke stared at her. “What’s wrong? It doesn’t look good?”
Luke chuckled. “It’s very pretty and suits you; it would be nice if it was smaller though.”
Annie: “Pooh!”
A while later, Annie was lying on the deck chair while Luke rubbed the oil on her back. Feeling comfortable, she turned her head and said, “This feels really nice.”
Luke chuckled but didn’t say anything.
He, too, felt it was quite nice.
Annie’s legs were smooth and fair, except for a few uneven dots on the back.
Clearly, she had shaved during that half-hour delay in her room.
Everywhere else was clean, but she had missed a few spots on the back.
They didn’t eclipse her beauty, however.
What could Luke say, when she had tried so hard? He could only meticulously and conscientiously finish rubbing the oil over her.
He couldn’t be any more satisfied as the skin under his hands felt even smoother with the suntan oil.
Suddenly, there was the vague sound of a dog barking. Luke turned his head and saw a group of teenagers horsing around close to the couple from the Cherokee.
A big dog which the kids had with them ran over to the couple, who were sunbathing, and barked loudly at them.
Luke frowned.
The couple were quite friendly, but those had to be the brats from the town down the mountain whom Annie had mentioned earlier.
And it was clear that those unruly kids were the problem now.
It was extremely ill-bred to walk a dog without a leash, particularly when the dog was a rottweiler instead of a small breed.
It might be loyal to its owner and could keep the kids company, but it could be dangerous to strangers. It was poor behavior to bring such a big dog out to a place with strangers without putting a leash on it.
Furthermore, the dog had been barking for quite a while, but the kids showed no signs of restraining it at all.
Luke had hated people like this the most in his previous life.
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They rushed out to protect their darling dog at all costs, but only after the other party was driven to clash with the dog because they were frightened by it.
If those people loved their dog so much, why didn’t they do something earlier?
Annie raised her head. She sensed that Luke’s hands had stopped, and she heard a dog barking.
Turning her head and looking at the opposite side of the lake, she cursed. “It’s those brats and that dog again.”
Luke hummed a response and picked up the suntan oil again. “What’s wrong with the dog?” Annie lay down and complained, “I like dogs too. I have a labrador and a beagle back at home, but they’re not as nasty as this one.”
Luke understood very well.
Labradors were easier to train and pretty obedient, while beagles liked human company and were fond of barking.
Since Annie kept a beagle, it couldn’t be the barking that she was unhappy about.
As Luke expected, Annie went on, “The dog isn’t the problem. It’s because its owner didn’t train it when it was young, and let it act hostile toward strangers. That’s a bad habit. The dog isn’t bred for hunting; do they have to train it to be so fierce?”