Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 433: The Beaten Thorne
"Thorn, why are you staring at my clothes?"

Andrina, who was sitting by the dressing table, looked through the mirror and saw a snow-white dress on Thorne's lap. Her focused expression seemed to be that of a skilled tailor contemplating the craftsmanship of the dress.

Seeing his cute and serious appearance, the sorceress smiled faintly.

"It's nothing, I just want to study why this dress of yours is so difficult to untie." Looking at the tie rope on the back of the dress that was burnt by the flames, Thorne blushed, looked back guiltily, and threw it on the bed casually superior.

"Don't worry about it, I won't wear that kind of dress again." Andrina, who was wearing a slightly loose tunic dress, giggled when she saw Thorne's embarrassment. The pen almost smears onto delicate cheeks.

The clothes, which can be untied in an instant by simply pulling the lace, become more difficult to solve than an Olympiad in the hands of this ranger. Thinking of this, Anderina suddenly recalled a certain woman from last night. You Xia couldn't help laughing at that anxious and cute look.

In fact, she wanted to ask Thorne, 'Don't you wear shoes with laces? ', after thinking about it, forget it, because it would embarrass him to the point of embarrassment.

"So, you are worried that I will burn your clothes next time." Thorne was a little depressed. Last night, at a critical moment, he couldn't untie the straps on the back of Anderina's dress, letting him I can't wait to find a seam in the ground and get in.

Fortunately, I have the ability to control flames.Looking at the flashing light orange flame in his palm, Thorne couldn't help but think happily.

Then, he cast his eyes on Anderina beside the dressing table. Although she was wearing a plain red tunic dress, she still couldn't hide her pretty face and graceful figure.

Looking at the sorceress he was most familiar with, Thorne thought that he liked her current simple attire better than the gorgeous dress.

This is in line with the image of a goddess in his mind, Thorne thought to himself.

"Of course not, because I know your character. It is impossible for my Thorne to have a tango soul at the ball with me, so I think this kind of dress that can only be used in banquets or dances is impossible in this life. Useful."

Andrina frowned, staring at the mirror to draw eyeliner and eyelashes, "To be honest, this kind of clothes are actually not that comfortable to wear, and every time I wear this kind of clothes, I don't choose to tighten the waist too much , This kind of excessive tightening in order to pursue a thinner waist may even lead to fainting and death."

"You mean, many women's slender waists are forcibly strangled like this by external forces?" Thorn's surprised expression seemed to be like discovering a new world, and he subconsciously glanced at Anderina's slender waist Limbs, and complained: "It always feels like a deformed beauty."

"Don't worry, I'm a natural beauty, just have fun."

Anderina smiled indifferently, and then sighed: "It can't be helped, who made you men look beautiful with thin waists. Waist-binding and foot-binding can be said to be the two feudal customs of the East and the West in ancient times."

After finishing speaking, she continued to get busy with the considerable lineup of bottles and jars. Powder brushes, charcoal pencils for eyeliner and eyebrow drawing, and lipsticks for smearing were all flying on this beautiful face in the mirror.

From the open window came the sound of pebbles being kicked against the wall, and a muffled cry singing a vulgar ballad brazenly.

"Beauty, aren't you alright?" Thorn was lying on the bed with his whole body, and the faint fragrance lingered in his breath, which made him enjoy it very much.

When he got close to Anderina's pillow on the inner side of the bed, he suddenly smelled a vague smell of vitality potion and life potion, and immediately understood why she behaved so fiercely in the morning.

"Soon, don't worry, dear Mr. Ranger, this is the fourth time you have asked me." Anderina got up and closed the window, and put all the bottles and jars on the table into a delicate little purse , and then take out a wooden comb and scissors.

"Come here." Then, she picked up the scissors, got up from the chair, and looked at the bored ranger. The sharp scissors were cut and closed in the sorceress' hands, making a slight clicking sound.

"What are you doing?" Thorne straightened up and looked at Andrina, who was smiling but not smiling. His eyes stayed on the scissors in her hands, and the sunlight that sneaked in through the window sash was telling him how sharp these scissors were.

"Your hair is too messy, let me trim it for you, otherwise, I would have blinded your face for nothing." Andrina played with the scissors in her hand, showing a gentle and friendly expression, and said to The bewildered Ranger pursed his lips and smiled.

Thorne subconsciously reached out and stroked the messy black hair. He felt that it had indeed grown a lot, so he obediently sat on the chair on the dressing table and let the other party handle it.

Andrina helped him comb his messy black hair with a wooden comb, and used scissors to cut off a bunch of disobedient hair from time to time.

"What's your relationship with that paladin." Suddenly, Anderina asked abruptly.

"A paladin? Is it a dragonborn paladin?" Thorne was stunned, looking at his usual calm face in the mirror, and subconsciously guessed.

"It's the human paladin Nolan." Andrina stopped combing Thorne's hair, bent her slender waist, looked at the peaceful ranger with her deep beautiful eyes, and smiled slightly: "To be honest."

Thorn looked into her deep eyes, sniffed the long black hair touching his cheek, and for a moment, he felt the golden light flashing in Anderina's black eyes.

He chuckled, shrugged his shoulders again, leaned back on the chair, and told her the truth without paying much attention: "She is a friend of mine."

"Friend? Did you meet here? Or is it real?" Hearing her friend, the sensitive sorceress felt her heart tighten and couldn't help asking.

"Reality." Thorne replied honestly.

"What's the relationship? How did we know each other?" Andrina straightened up, pretending not to care, and continued to work on Thorne's disobedient messy hair.

"It's not really a relationship. She helped me once, and it happened that the two of us met again in Winter City. We were in the same boat, so we became pretty good friends."

"Help you once?" The scissors in Andrina's hand passed over Thorn's ear, and with a soft click, a lock of disobedient hair slipped quietly.

"She is a people's policeman by profession. Once my pet cat ran away, and she helped me find it. I met it once in the real world, and it was just a chance encounter." Thorne He blew off a strand of hair that was cut off for disobedience and ended up on his cheek, and explained to her.

"Thorn, I hope you can only belong to me in the future." Anderina was silent for a while, picked up the scissors again, and cut off a bunch of hair that refused to obey, and said slowly:
"Because I don't want the guy I like to have other women on his mind, and I also don't like sharing a man with other women."

Thorne looked at Anderina's serious expression in the mirror, and found that the two had known each other for such a long time, and he had never seen her look so serious.

So, he met her gaze and gave her a comfortable answer.

(End of this chapter)