Star Railway, starting as Kiana

"Hey, hey, hey!"

March 7th never expected Kiana to do this.

But as she felt the touch and warmth, she was reluctant to pull her hand away.

She wanted to say something, but worried that if she finished speaking, she would lose this opportunity to enjoy herself.

"See? This way of warming your hands is much faster, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh!"

March 7th seemed somewhat absent-minded, nodding in response mechanically.

Once the temperature of March 7th's hands had cooled down, Kiana withdrew her legs and returned to her initial languid state.

And on March 7th, he once again placed his hand on his face.

So hot.

I just don't know if it's the hand or the face that's burned.

March 7th removed his hand, intending to continue massaging Kiana to relieve her stress. However, as soon as his palm separated from her cheek, March 7th smelled a pleasant scent.

And the source of the taste seems to be the palm of one's own hand.

Chapter 224 The bathroom at the Daydream Hotel is really big

If it weren't for the fact that March 7th still had some pride, she wouldn't have completely let go and done whatever she wanted without restraint.

Now, it's estimated that on March 7th, everyone will spread Kiana's legs apart, put their noses close to the depths of Kiana's thighs, and try to find out where this wonderful scent is coming from.

But March 7th's skin isn't thick enough; he can't do that kind of thing.

The only way he could try to find out where this pleasant fragrance came from was by giving Kiana a massage.

March 7th's hand first placed Kiana's leg on his thigh.

Feeling the warmth of the skin against skin, March 7 suddenly realized that Kiana's room was a bit hot.

March 7th could not reach the water cup, or rather, she had to temporarily part with the feeling of touching it, which made her feel a little reluctant.

So, in order to moisten his throat, which was dry from the heat, March 7th swallowed.

Of course, this isn't a case of "three months, seven colors," it's just that the room was too hot.

Kiana: ...

Whether it was intentional or not, Kiana happened to hear the sound of March 7 swallowing.

Kiana felt March 7's hand brushing across her calf, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. It didn't feel like a massage, but more like a tickle, which made Kiana shift slightly.

Only then did March 7th gradually suppress the heat within him and begin to pinch Kiana's calves.

After massaging every part of her calves, March 7th shifted his gaze upwards, landing on her thighs that had been warming her hands.

Her hand slowly moved upwards, and they began to interact further.

However, nothing unusual happened on March 7th; it was just a normal massage.

Although March 7's hands would occasionally rub the inside of her thighs while massaging her legs, he didn't go any further. Kiana, therefore, stopped being distracted and began to focus on enjoying March 7's massage.

After finishing with the thigh part, March 7th's hand continued to move upwards...

It landed on Kiana's arm.

No way, no one's thinking the wrong thing, right?

"Qibao, turn around, let me massage your back."

"Hey, can't I just not turn it? I don't want to move."

"Don't forward..."

On March 7th, I was just about to say, "If you don't turn this around, how can I massage your back?"

Suddenly, he realized something and looked at Kiana's chest.

By the way...

Kiana, are you developing better and better?

Was what she just said an invitation to me?

March 7th didn't get the answer; if he had, Kiana would probably have turned the tables on him.

Therefore, based on some works she saw online and the information she found, she came up with the best way to deal with the situation.

March 7th lifted Kiana's clothes and rubbed Kiana's tummy.

Then, he spread his hands out and began to exert slight force. Due to the friction of their skin, March 7's hands slowly warmed up, making Kiana feel a warm sensation in her lower abdomen.

This kneading technique looks a bit strange, doesn't it? This isn't a massage, is it?

After thoroughly massaging Kiana's tummy, making sure no spot was missed, March 7th slowly moved his hands to the sides and placed them on Kiana's waist.

“Itchy…”

This time, March 7th didn't let go. Instead, he grabbed Kiana's slender waist and slowly moved upwards.

Once a certain height is reached.

With a "click," Kiana finally opened her eyes, looking at March 7 with a "you've gone bad" expression.

"Alright, now that you're awake, turn your back."

Kiana sensed that March 7's decision to stop at this point was not an attempt to end things so easily, but rather a sign of a larger conspiracy.

But Kiana really couldn't figure out what March 7 was up to.

So Kiana followed March 7's instructions, turned around, and lay down on the sofa.

March 7th stood up just as Kiana turned around.

After Kiana recovered, March 7 knelt on the sofa and clamped Kiana's legs between his legs.

After confirming that Kiana could not move around, the follow-up work began on March 7th.

"It itches! Stop! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't be naughty again, please let me go..."

"Hahaha, I can't take it anymore, please have mercy on me, it's too exciting! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please stop tickling me..."

Yeah, I'm done being cheeky. I'm working overtime every day now, and I don't have time to change it since I'm banned.

With a simple physical exchange and a bit of sweat, seeing Kiana begging for mercy in front of him, March Seven's anger completely dissipated.

After all, with Kiana's stamina and strength, she could turn the tables and put herself on the ground even without using her abilities.

Now, not only did she not resent it, but she also cooperated with him very well. The little resentment that had almost dissipated on March 7th was completely swept away at this moment.

"Let's take a shower together, and then continue shopping at Pinocchio. I've heard there are lots of fun things to do there!"

"Hey, let's take a bath together, Little March, you're so horny!"

"Qibao!"

When March 7 heard Kiana say that, her chubby cheeks puffed up again, giving her an expression that said, "I'll get angry if you say that again."

"Okay, don't be angry anymore, let's go."

Kiana pulled March 7 into her arms with a slight effort.

Although Kiana was sweating a lot, March Seven didn't mind at all. Instead, he held Kiana tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear at any moment.

What happened between the two in the bathroom, no one knows.

The only thing that is certain is that the two of them stayed in the bathroom for a full hour before coming out.

"Ugh, why does the Daydream Hotel have such a big bathroom but no beds?"

"Speaking of which, the bathrooms here seem to be about the same size as those on trains, but they're so spacious inside. I never expected that they would have the same technology as trains here."

But then I think of the many nameless passengers who once traveled on this train, and their descendants.

It seems quite normal to have such technology.

"Hey, wait a minute, is this technology a proprietary technique, or was it originally developed by someone else and just used on trains?"

However, Kiana only thought of this suddenly and had no intention of investigating it further.

"Alright, let's not make it sound like we're going to be apart for a long time. I'm just going back to my room to use the Dream Pool to enter a dream. I won't disappear."

Although March 7th understood, she was still somewhat reluctant to part.

After all, since arriving here, March 7th has almost had his home raided every time.

Robin, Fireworks, Underworld, Mei?, Sam?

Thinking of this, on March 7th, before leaving, he still couldn't help but give these words of advice:

"Qibao, don't be fooled by your older sister this time."

"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll change my clothes and come right away. Let's meet under the Clockwork Boy statue."

"Well, see you there or see you."

"See you there or see you."

Chapter 225 Dream-Peeping Phone Call

Kiana changed her clothes, but felt like something was missing.

"Hey, wait a minute, where are my panties?"

Kiana glanced at the clothes she had taken off before taking a shower. She had originally planned to fold them neatly and wash them when she came back after playing.

But Kiana discovered that her panties were missing.

"Strange, no one came by just now. Who took my panties?"

If Kiana goes to find March 7 now, she will see March 7 return to his room and fold up a white object and put it away.

...

"It wasn't easy..."

Speaking of which, this was Kiana's first time successfully entering a dream. She wasn't teleported to the sky or to a deeper part of the dream; instead, she arrived at the Golden Moment, in front of the Daydream Hotel, quite normally.

The magnificent clock face in front of the door stands still, and the fountain sprays golden syrup, reminding guests that they are in a dream.

Looking at the frozen clock face, Kiana suddenly remembered two other ways to confirm a dream.

One is the simplest and most brutal way: jumping off a building.

Of course, jumping off a building is not the only option; any strong stimulus will do. However, jumping off a building is simpler and more brutal compared to other stimuli.

If it's not a dream, then it's game over.

Another way...

Kiana produced a spinning top in her hand and started spinning it.

Sure enough, the spinning top did not slow down, nor did it show any sign of stopping.

"Qibao, what are you doing?"

Kiana was still waiting to see if the spinning top would stop when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

When I turned around, it was March 7th.

The two agreed to meet in front of the Clockwork Boy statue, but March 7 was worried that Kiana would appear in strange places. Unexpectedly, as soon as they went out, they saw Kiana squatting there, completely ignoring other people's gazes, staring at a spinning top.

"Little March, let's go see what?"

March 7th tilted her head, recalling what she had heard and learned about the unique specialties of Pinocchio.

My gaze fell on a telephone booth not far away, which looked like a big mouth.

"Qibao, let's go take a look at that."

As he approached, March 7th suddenly felt hesitant to do it.

When I first heard about it, I thought to myself, no matter how ugly or bizarre a phone booth is, isn't it just a phone booth?

How strange could it possibly be?

Just now, on March 7th, I saw the Dream-Peeping Phone Booth from afar. I felt a little strange, but I wasn't too surprised.