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When I really handed her hands, I found that I underestimated her too much before.

She is not only a woman who can deceive people with her quiet appearance, but also a bold and sharp goddess.

I once saw her jump from a 12-story high place to steal a top South African diamond. Although the safety rope is tied to the body, it is definitely a test of courage.

When Interpol was in training, there was a training program called high-altitude jumping. At an altitude of more than ten meters, jump from one platform to another platform two meters apart. Many strong men will give up because they can't stand the fear in their hearts, let alone jump down from a building more than 30 meters high.

She is also a brain thief. No matter what kind of treasure she steals, as long as she can be intelligent, she will never fight hard. She once disguised herself as the owner of the baby. When he was out, she boldly entered his well-guarded mansion, and then swaggered out the baby.

She is also a patient thief, and she will not give up until she reaches her goal. In order to steal the 300-carat ruby on the crown of the former Thai king, the richest man in Thailand, he did not hesitate to spend three months learning massage from Thailand's top masseuse.

She is a highly skilled thief. She unknowingly took out your credit card from your trousers pocket in just a moment.

Once, the two of us were drunk in a bar. She bet that I would never catch her, because her stealing skills were so superb that I couldn't react at all, and she had already got it. Then she told me that she was going to steal the VISA card in the pocket of my right trousers. I looked at her on guard. Her body just shook, and my card was in her hand.

I thought she was drunk and couldn't sit still. She was about to reach out to help her, but she had already made it.

The bet between the two of us is that whoever loses is at the disposal of the other party. If she loses, I will definitely correct her on the spot. Unfortunately, it was me who lost, and she just kissed me hard and turned away.

That kiss is accompanied by gentleness, and pain and happiness depend on each other. After a long time, I have never tried so many kisses intertwined with emotions. I can't tell whether it is sweet or bitter.

Since she officially wrote a letter to me in that strange way that night, I have regarded tracking her as the theme of my life.

I tracked almost the city she went to. Even if she goes on vacation, I will follow her footprints. Because she is a thief who can commit crimes anytime and anywhere.

She is a born thief. Those clever stealing methods are readily available, and she is also a greedy little thing. She often wants to make money and may do it at any time.

That time, I tracked her to New York to participate in an international jewelry exhibition. Her goal was a rare Indian pink diamond, but she stole a Brazilian emerald of more than 200 carats at the same time.

The emerald booth was far away from the door, so she almost got out of the automatic alarm security door. The moment she fell on the door, she flew out. The time was so short that her feet were almost caught.

This thief caused five groups of people to track her down together. There are FBI agents, the New York State Police, the agents of the two insurance companies that insured the two gems separately, and me, who represents Interpol.

At the same time as our five groups of people, she fled almost sleeplessly for a week. In the end, she disguised herself as a New York State policeman and got out of our cobweb-like encirclement.

When we found the stuned New York State Police, she had already boarded a private plane sent by her partner. I watched her make a iconic grimace of Jerry Mouse in the string window of the plane, and I felt a burst of loss and relaxation.

My feelings for her are very contradictory. I want to catch her with my own hands to punish her for contempt for me, but I am afraid that she will suffer from the iron window after being caught. Therefore, I decided to catch her with my own hands. What should I do in the future? Let's talk about it then. Therefore, as soon as I saw that others were also catching her, I unconsciously sweated for her.

She seems to be able to feel my tracking every time. Sometimes, when she travels in the mountains and there is no one around, she suddenly stops and shouts in my direction, "Come out, I know you're here!"

At this time, I will go out generously and walk with her in the mountains.

I like this kind of time very much. Although both of us are often silent, we don't feel lonely at all. Because we have company with each other.

Sometimes I often think about how good it would be if time stayed at this moment. At this moment, she is not a thief who commits crimes everywhere, and I am not an international agent. We are both simple and innocent people, enjoying a leisurely and comfortable life.

Unlike her sixth sense of me, my perception of her is smell. No matter how she pretends to be, I can recognize her at once, because she has a special fragrance.

The smell is different.

It's not the smell of perfume, the perfume is too strong compared with her natural smell; it's not the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of flowers is too simple, without her (to be continued, if you want to know what will happen, please log in. More chapters, support the author, support the genuine reading!)

The seductive vitality of

c; not to do it, not to make the fruit fragrance, the fruit fragrance is too **, not as attractive as her indifferent.

I can't tell what kind of incense it is, because it is only her.

When the two of us were intertwined that night, the fragrance I smelled took root in the depths of my memory. From then on, I will never forget it all my life.

She stole two top gems at the top jewelry exhibition in New York, which attracted five people to chase her and had to stay on her partner's private island for nearly a year.

The rest of the horses returned because of the loss of her traces, but I found it here.

The island she named Wolf's Den is hidden in more than 7,000 islands in the Philippines and is not conspicuous. It is surrounded by the sea, and the nearest is the famous Mactan Island, the sleeping place of Magellan.

She is an idle person. If she is suffocated on the island, she will definitely come out to breathe. Therefore, I stayed in the wheat tank closest to the wolf's den.

That night, the light in the bar was dim and there were many drinkers. Most of them are Europeans who come here to travel. People laugh and indulge. I stood in the corner of the bar with a cocktail made from rum.

I come here every night. Yes, I'm waiting for her.

I have a feeling that she will definitely come here! I don't know why I feel this way. Maybe it's a divine sign.

However, after three months, she hasn't appeared once.

I tried to land on the island where she was hiding, but her partner protected her very well. Whether it was through official legal channels or sneaking in private, I didn't succeed.

, etc. is the only way.

My eyes were attracted by the door that suddenly opened wide, and a striking woman came in. Her black hair, which is as wavy as the sea, is over her waist, dressed in black, and her face is like the residents here. She wears gorgeous lipstick and nail polish of the same color, and the V-shaped shirt neckline is wide, but you can't see anything, just thinking about it.

Cold, decadent, let go, absent-minded, don't care? Which word should I use to describe her? I can't seem to find a proper word at all.

She was like a magnet, which attracted the attention of everyone in the bar. People stopped their movements and stared at her.

She didn't care about other people's eyes at all. She went straight to the bar and said to the bartender, "A cup of Bloody Mary, thank you!"

The bar resumed the noise that had stopped since she entered the door. People began to drink and chat again, but their eyes were one more place to go.

She sat on the high stool in front of the bar and picked up the glass of blood-red wine. Her eyes inadvertently slid across my face without any special expression. She raised her glass to me and sipped.

I picked up my glass and sat next to her, and I smelled the fragrance that I had never remembered. I looked at the delicate makeup on her face and said, "Bloody Mary made of 96-degree vodka is not suitable for women. It's better for women to drink pink wine."

Pink wine is a pink wine made by combining the preparation method of red wine and white wine. It combines the fragrance of white wine with the richness of red wine. Coupled with this romantic color, it is most suitable for young women to drink.

However, my proposal didn't seem to be approved by her.

She glanced at me with cold eyes and said, "Since you like women who drink pink wine, why do you sit here and nag with me?"

I smiled and said, "I'm just giving you a suggestion, not a woman who only likes pink wine. Do you know what this Bloody Mary is called?

I looked at her with a smile and waited for her answer. She just raised her eyebrows and didn't answer, as if she was very bored.

I approached her, took a deep breath of her fragrance, and said in an ambiguous voice, "This wine is also called lost wine. Women should be careful when drinking this wine!"

She stood up and said, "What do you always care so much about women to drink? Or is it just a means for you to seduce women? She walked to the seat in the dark with her glass.

Do you want to walk away like this? It's not that easy. I've been waiting here for three months!

I followed and said, "You won't run away when we meet for the first time. Why did you run away when you saw me now?

She stopped, turned around and said, "What did you say? I don't understand!" Then he continued to walk towards that seat.

I said, "What I like is a woman who drinks dry cappuchino and bloody Mary, because this woman has a unique smell that makes me excited, just like the fragrance of flowers on bees!"

She had already walked to her seat and listened to me. Instead of sitting down, she turned to me and said, "Sir, excuse me, we know..."

She still didn't finish this time, because I kissed her again.

Since she pretended not to know me, I reminded her with the scene when we first met.

She almost kissed me back, and I felt her tongue move, but she finally resisted. I was pushed away by her, and her bloody Mary was splashed on her face.

The lights here are dim and did not cause a sensation as last time on the streets of Paris.

I wiped the dripping wine on my head and face with a tissue on the table and said, "Little wild cats always love to open their teeth and claws!" I handed a tissue to her, "Wipe it again, I can't see it myself!"

She looked at me, glanced at the tissue, and then took the tissue on my head for a while.

A woman who must be rewarded!

I approached her with a messy hair and said, "Do I smell like a man like a man?"

She smiled charmingly and maliciously. She raised her hand again to reach out to me. I hurriedly said, "If you dare to touch my hair again, I will take you back to my hotel room now."

She stopped and frowned slightly and asked me, "How on earth did you recognize me?"

I said, "Didn't I just say that? There is a unique fragrance in you. No matter what you pretend to be, I can recognize it!"

Later, I always regretted saying this. Because since then, she has always sprayed a lot of perfume to cover her smell, which made my move completely fail.