A long time ago, Ringer once heard Alice mention an indispensable element in the so-called "two-dimensional" world. Its popularity is similar to that of classics such as maid, tsundere, sister, swimsuit, twin ponytails, and eldest lady.
The elements were almost the same. Although the young man felt that the classic elements of this two-dimensional world were too many, in view of Alice's interest, she did not interrupt in the end, so he learned about this kind of thing called "
knee pillow" behavior.
Knee pillow, as the name suggests, is the knee used as a pillow? It sounds really full of bad taste. Ringer understood it at the time, but then Alice pointed out the mistake: it is not the knee, but the thigh! Only by pillowing the head
Only behavior on the thigh can be called a knee pillow. Moreover, she said with a serious face: Generally speaking, this is a treatment that only male protagonists can enjoy, so Ringer, you don't need to be too envious, just increase your favorability.
, one day, there will definitely be someone on Yunjingkong Island who will be willing to give you a knee pillow!
How did you answer that time?
It seems to say...
"I'm not interested."
Coming.
However, when he really enjoyed such treatment, he suddenly felt that "it seems good". No, no, how could he think so? The young man shook his head and threw these absurd thoughts out of his mind.
He propped himself up and tried to get away from Saint Xalia's knee pillow. But the next moment, the hands that were gently pressing on his head increased their strength, pressing the young man back without leaving a trace. At the same time, there was a sound in his ears.
The girl's soft voice said: "No, Ringer."
"You have lent yourself to me, so you must listen to me until the deadline."
Yeah?
It seems, indeed, that there is such a thing?
Obviously it happened just a second ago, but the young man needed to think for a full minute before he could dig out the relevant memory from his mind and confirm its authenticity. But memory will not lie. In this case, here
Faced with the overwhelming facts, he seemed to have no room for refutation. He couldn't help but think that, as if he had found a comfortable excuse for himself, Linger finally gave up the resistance and relaxed completely, just like Saint Xalia said
Like that, he lay quietly on her lap and stared at the shining stars under the apple tree.
After confirming that the young man had no intention of resisting, Saint Xalia retracted her hands and instead held them behind her, her palms sinking into the soft and somewhat muddy grass. The fluffy bulbous stems of the gray tail grass gently
It scratched the back of her hand and wrist, causing waves of tingling sensations; her body also tilted slightly backward, giving the young man resting on her thigh a wider view. Then she raised her head, reflecting in her eyes.
Create a consistent landscape.
"How does it feel," she asked softly, "How is it, Ringer? I heard Alice say that this kind of approach can make sad people feel better - especially boys."
It is indeed Alice. She always spares no effort to promote her two-dimensional ideas to the people around her. The swimsuit return from Lottana City is a big evidence. Unexpectedly, this is also the case in private, even Saint Xalia
Everyone believed her lies, and it was even more difficult for those who had deeper contact with her, such as Olvera and Ieta.
However, at least for the moment, as a vested person, I should not speak ill of her.
From this perspective, the scenery is really good, with both angles and curvatures... Ahem, I hope you don't misunderstand. What I'm talking about here are the leaves of the apple tree. They look very lively when they are crowded together. The arcs on the edges of the leaves give
It gives people a feeling of delicacy and neatness, and the tiny flickering light spots at the end are as dense as crushed silver, spreading and spreading under the canopy, converging into a microscopic galaxy.
Well, in addition to that, there is also a very soft and smooth feeling... Ahem, I hope you won't misunderstand again. What I'm talking about here is the looming fruits hidden behind the branches and leaves, whether they are green or ripe.
They are transparent, with a glass-like arc on their surface. They are so round, bright, and cute that one can even imagine the delicate touch coming from the fingertips when touching them. When you bite them, your mouth will be full of sweetness.
of juice.
at last--
"It's beautiful." The young man suddenly said.
His eyes never fell on the girl's face, so he hoped she didn't misunderstand. The young man thought to himself, I was just saying that the night was beautiful tonight.
Out of some subtle state of mind, he did not say these words.
However, if he didn't say it, it would be natural for misunderstandings to arise, right?
So, in the shadow of the apple tree, the girl slowly lowered her head and showed a sweet smile to the young man in her arms. Her curved eyebrows replaced the non-existent crescent moon and became the most beautiful thing in the night sky.
scene:
"Thanks."
ah.
Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but think of: the stars, the moon, the night, the quiet wind, the rustling branches and leaves, the abandoned fountain pool, an apple tree that was already full of fruit, the knee pillow and the smile.
This was indeed the best night ever.
…
at the same time.
"Sneeze!"
The hall is brightly lit, and the orange firelight creates a warm and comfortable atmosphere. The girls who are waiting for the meal are scattered everywhere in twos and threes. Some are sitting in front of the bar and chatting, while others are leaning against the window and reading, but they all maintain a tacit understanding.
They wanted to be quiet so as not to disturb the boss lady who was busy in the kitchen. Until Olvera, who had just returned to the hotel, suddenly felt something. An itchy feeling crawled to the tip of her nose, causing her to sneeze.
, broke the warm atmosphere.
"What's the matter, Olvera?"
Shino, who was the closest, put down the book of unknown meaning called "Generalized Differentiation and Combinatorial Theory" in his hand and asked with concern.
"No, it's nothing." Olvera shook her head, feeling very strange herself: "It's just that suddenly... I feel like I'm going to lose?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Lost? What did you lose? Who did you bet with again?"
"No."
Olivia felt aggrieved for herself. She was not Alice. How could she bet with others every day? But it was really strange. Since she had never bet with anyone, why did she care about winning or losing so much? And then again, what on earth was this?
How could she care so much about winning or losing... Her Royal Highness the Princess thought about it, but she still couldn't figure it out. In the end, she could only attribute it to herself being too hungry and starting to think wildly.
Just at this moment, the landlady walked out of the kitchen carrying the last dessert of the day. She bypassed Leticia and Semi, who were circling the dining table, salivating, and placed a mountain-high pile of cream, cheese and honey.
The dinner plate was placed in the center of the dining table, surrounded by other foods. When he let go, the cream at the top of the hill was still trembling. The almonds, dried nuts and chocolate chips sprinkled on top of the white cream looked like
Just like the obsidian exposed after melting snow mountains, it is full of sweet and fragrant temptation.
This is a luxurious dessert called "Snow Mountain Cake". Not only does it look stunning on the outside, but its inner core has an exquisite three-layer structure, filled with raisins, cranberries, cocoa nuts, milk, coconut milk, and wine stains.
Hazelnuts and other snacks bring rich changes in taste and multiple enjoyments in taste. Even in the palaces of Britta Grande or Mindelias, only the most experienced pastry chefs can cook among twenty apprentices.
This dessert was completed with the help of others, but to the proprietress, it was only an insignificant part of her exquisite craftsmanship.
In addition to this snow mountain cake, there are also smoked rolls, air-dried ham, stewed chicken, white bread, oatmeal bread, silver chain fish fillet, tartar salmon soup, vegetable soup, pea soup, sweet sauce pie, and fresh goat's milk on the table.
, milk pudding and other foods were placed so full that there was almost no space. Even for the scale of a banquet, it was a bit too grand, let alone an ordinary dinner.
But the lady boss didn't think there was anything wrong. After putting down the last dessert, she put her hands on her hips, looked at the fruits of her labor, and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, now everything is ready - well, do you want to open a bottle of wine to celebrate?
?”
As for what to celebrate, she doesn't know. In short, she just wants to celebrate. In this way, everyone's mood will improve, right?
"Considering that minors are not allowed to drink," Shelia from behind the bar interjected: "Perhaps we can use the masterpiece I just made - [Song of the Virgin] instead?"
"Shut up."
"oh."
The bartender silently drank her masterpiece, then smacked her lips, feeling quite regretful. However, she was not regretful that her work could not be recognized by her sister, but regretful that no one in the hotel had the chance to taste it.
A masterpiece, it is really a big loss in their lives.
Leticia and Semi were lying on the dining table, staring blankly at the huge snow mountain cake. Their eyes were straight when they looked at it. The little bat stretched out its pink tongue and licked it gently.
My lips, I don’t know what they are savoring.
Xie Mi turned around and asked the eldest sister: "Then when can we have dinner?"
"When Lin Ge comes back with Xiao Xia and Alice, we can start dinner." Shesta said with a smile: "Eating is fun when everyone eats together. Don't eat secretly before everyone is here, otherwise
If so——"
She didn't say what would happen if she ate it secretly, but her gentle tone and crooked eyes made Xie Mi couldn't help but shudder, and she swore repeatedly that even if she starved to death, she would never jump off the Cloud Whale Sky Island.
Steal half a bite of snack!
"I'm hungry too." Olvera looked away and muttered: "Why haven't they come back yet?"
"Don't worry." Xino smiled and said, "You should be back soon. After all... Ringer is here."
Although they had only known each other for a short time, Xino felt inexplicably that that young man had an incredible power that always gave everyone confidence and could get back on their feet no matter what kind of difficulties they faced.
"Um……"
Olvera nodded listlessly, then lay down on the table, staring blankly at the hazy night outside the window. She thought to herself that she should really come back. Even Metien had come back. Saint Shalia and Alice would still be far away.
? But for some reason, I have an inexplicable feeling, as if... things won't go so smoothly.
Maybe, Lin Ge and Sister Xiaoxia are still messing around.
…
"Well."
Lin Ge, who was resting on the girl's lap, suddenly moved, his expression a bit unnatural.
"What's the matter, Ringo?"
Saint Xalia immediately lowered her head and asked with concern: "Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to change my position?"
Don't talk nonsense like this. If Alice were here, she would definitely jump out and accuse me of not abiding by male ethics. Linge said with a complicated mood: "It's nothing, I just feel...Oveira and the others can't wait."
Is it done? Saint Xalia, is it time to go back?"
"Don't be so anxious, Ringer." Saint Xalia said softly: "It's still very early, we can stay a little longer."
Early, early?
Looking past the girl's face and the branches of the apple tree, Ringer looked at the dark purple night that had completely sunk into it. He felt that the ruins of a sleeping city under the silence were speechless. He remembered that the time he left the hotel should be
It's nine o'clock. I was delayed for a while searching for the girls, so now it's about... almost midnight?
If we don't go back, we may have to eat tomorrow's breakfast.
"Don't worry, Linger." Saint Xalia stretched out her hand, gently combed Linger's somewhat scattered bangs, and combed them together diagonally, revealing the pale forehead and eyebrows of the young man.
There is always a serious and sad temperament in him, as if he has never relaxed for a moment. Since embarking on this journey, he has either been worried about the curse of the young queens, or worried about the strength of the enemy; he is always not enough.
Self-confidence, thinking that as a mortal, there are very few things that can be done, so I want to do the best that I can. But there is never a perfect option in the world, whether it is a human or an alien, a girl or a witch, or even
That great and compassionate mother has made irreversible mistakes. If so, why can't he make mistakes?
He should be more tolerant to himself, wouldn't it be nice to occasionally let go of his thoughts, not think about anything, and let himself enjoy a short period of peace and tranquility? Just like now.
But Saint Xalia knew that he would not and was unwilling to do that. Sometimes destiny is like the thread in a person's hand, so docile that it can be dominated or manipulated at will; sometimes it is like a vicious dog, always chasing behind him, showing off
Fangs that choose and devour people. He knew in his heart that once he relaxed and relaxed, he might face an irreversible ending, so he could never relax and let himself sleep in a pleasant dream.
Once he leaves here and returns to the Fairy Sleep Inn, he will no longer be the young man lying obediently on his lap, not thinking about anything. Therefore, Saint Xalia wants to take this opportunity to let
He takes a good rest.
It would be too selfish for him to always persuade them to rest and relieve their knots. The shepherd girl thought that there was something she could do, and it was something she must be able to do.
If, if you can let him have a good rest...
"Linger," she asked suddenly, her eyes serious and clear: "Can you agree to one more small request of mine?"
The young man was startled for a moment, then nodded slightly. He thought, he had already lent himself to Saint Shalia anyway. In this case, what does it matter if he agrees to her small request again?
"That,"
Saint Xalia took a deep breath, as if mustering up the greatest courage, before she could say the next words: "If you don't mind, can you... smile at me?"