How did I fall in love with No. 18 in Dragon Ball?

How to do?

What should I do if he wakes up?

No. 18 was horrified as never before, and could not even imagine what he would be like after seeing himself.

When her limbs were stiff.

Ning Su who was lying on the bed was also in a daze, in a state of waking up, talking in a vague voice.

"I don't want to drink water, I just want to hold your hand..."

It seemed that he was dreaming, one hand was still raised and he was groping around, as if he was looking for Laziri's hand.

On the 18th, she managed to regain her composure. She saw that he hadn't really woken up yet, so she quickly stretched out her hand for him to grasp.

I want this bastard to stay still, lest he really wake up and be in trouble and die.

soon.

Her cold jade hand was pinched by a big warm hand, and she looked nervously at his face.

"Hands are so cold, I want to warm you..."

Under No. 18's horrified eyes, he held her hand and put it in his clothes.

sturdy.

Warm.

The touch on the hand made No. 18 feel cold, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared nervously at Ning Su, for fear that he would make follow-up actions.

Fortunately.

He finally didn't have any follow-up actions to get up.

call……

She bit her red cherry lips and let out a breath, while her beautiful frightened eyes gradually calmed down.

hateful!

The pretty face recovered from Frost and became even colder, and she really wanted to pull out her hand and slap her across the face.

Can't you be more honest when you get some sleep?

She will not admit that she accidentally dripped sweat, which caused the thrilling scene just now. Anyway, everything is the fault of this bastard.

If he hadn't insisted on sleeping on the quilt, how could it be so troublesome and frightening?

While complaining, No. 18 also felt that time was running out. He carefully observed to determine when he fell asleep, and wanted to seize the time to pull off the remaining quilt.

Time passed minute by minute.

No. 18's eyes stayed on Ning Su's face, and now she was sure that he was asleep, so she wanted to take out the pinched hand on her stomach.

After pulling it carefully a few times, I found that it was pinched so tightly that I couldn't pull it out at all, and I didn't dare to use too much force for fear of waking him up.

The 18th was desperate.

What to do?

She had no choice but to bend down and reach behind his back with one hand.

Seeing that he didn't wake up, she could only grit her teeth, and continued to move her body down bitterly, trying to lift his chest up with her hands.

"Um……"

While she was trying hard, Ning Su made a vague sound, as if she turned over inadvertently.

Only his head and a small part of his shoulders were left on the quilt.

Such a change frightened No. 18, staring at him stiffly, and found that his hand was still tightly squeezed.

Only then did she relax a little, thinking that he was still sleeping, and a gleam of joy appeared on her tense pretty face, thinking that she was lucky.

As for suspecting that he was pretending to be asleep?

She had this thought at that time, but apart from the accident of sweat, there was no chance of being discovered, and her attention was always on his face.

If you really wake up, you will feel that there is a stranger in the bed, the expression on your face will change, and the breathing will also change.

It couldn't hide it from her eyes.

However now everything works fine.

This was not luck, and her good luck seemed to be more than that. Ningsu seemed to be a little uncomfortable while sleeping and couldn't help but scratch her body.

This time her hand was released.

Surprised, her eyes were a little wary, and she stared at his face. After a few minutes, her pretty face really showed a smile.

The upturned corner of the mouth shows that number 18 is in a good mood.

She felt that her unlucky day was coming to an end, and maybe she would be lucky next.

But is this really the case?

Of course it was... fake. Ning Su didn't wake up when sweat dripped on his body for the first time. It wasn't until No. 18 when he was about to move him carefully with one hand that he was awakened by the more majestic softness.

He made a guess in an instant, and while his heart was frightened, he controlled himself very well and did not expose the secret.

Apart from La Zili and No. 18, he really couldn't think of anyone else who could reach his room silently at night.

But Lazlie's clothes couldn't be so thick tonight.

Then it could only be No. 18 who came back. Feeling her movements, he immediately understood the reason.

It turned out that she was here to steal the quilt and destroy the traces. He planned to help her without even thinking that she must have been hiding under the bed for a long time.

After all, this house is just such a hiding place, and No. 18 also hid here last time.

No matter how difficult it is for her, she will feel sorry.

However, luck has reached its limit twice, and if you help again, you may be betrayed and cause serious consequences.

The reason why No. 18 tortured himself like this was obviously because he didn't want himself to find out, and he didn't think about facing her like this.

Not bad now.

Just close your eyes and pretend to be asleep so that she can come as she wishes.

call……

With a gentle breath, the frost on No. 18's delicate and pretty face disappeared. She looked at the quilt with only a little bit left in her eyes with expectation, but she did not leave and act.

Be careful with your head position.

Never fail to achieve success.

Moreover, the action just now made her very tired, and she needed to rest for a while and think about what to do.

She is thinking.

He was a little helpless, so he could only continue to pretend to sleep.

Pray that the 18th moves quickly.

It was then that she saw the thin layer of glass remaining on the counter, the cup next to the burning candle.

two cups.

Light residue of wine.

Ruo Youruo's familiar aroma of wine made her dry throat squirm uncontrollably.

It was the wine just now.

There is a longing in her heart, a regret, and now there is an urge to drink wine.

But this is what the couple of dogs and men drank, how could they drink what they left.

And it’s just so shallow.

What dignity is left after drinking...

But no one seemed to see it either.

She was very torn, and finally the longing in her heart and the quiet environment convinced her.

18's pretty face was tangled and cold, and she crawled past Ningsu cautiously.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly and lifted up the glass, looking at the light liquor like a starry sky, the brilliance in her eyes gradually dimmed.

Is this something that makes her regretful? It's really beautiful, and she doesn't think about it. It's for that woman.

He raised his head and drank the wine.

Immediately.

A figure was clearly in my mind, and the previous shy memory resurfaced, the gentleness of his hands and his broad chest.

His soft voice.

Gradually, her tears fell, and she silently withdrew her hand without lifting another cup.

This is not her wine.

The memory and warm embrace in her mind, his care, comfort and emotion don't belong to her.

Drinking wine went into the throat.

What it brings is a completely different effect.

Because of the joy in the bitterness, the little smile brought by the two "good luck" disappeared again.

She silently looked at the man lying beside her.

By accident, she lay down. She didn't know what she was doing. She closed her eyes and recalled the sad memories brought about by making up for her regrets.

Ning Su sighed inwardly and felt a little pitiful about her. He also understood the danger she was in before.

Now it's hard to drink and cry again.

This makes people speechless.

Who is the culprit?

He chant.

By some strange coincidence, he turned over, hugged her sideways and moved, as if it was an ordinary movement.

Feel the stiffness and coldness of her body.

He was actually very nervous. This was actually very dangerous. If he was caught pretending to be asleep, there would be nothing to say.

He felt weirdly guilty, feeling the loneliness and sadness she exuded.

Just do it.

long time.

No. 18 stared at him for a long time with foggy eyes.

Seeing that his breathing is even and his expression is normal.

Her body gradually recovered from stiffness.

Familiar and unfamiliar warmth.

Let her purse her cherry lips, struggle with her eyes for a moment, and slowly move her body inside.

She leaned her head gently on his chest and just stared at him, her eyes becoming more and more blurred.

Finally, she closed her eyes and gently placed her hand on his chest, like a lonely little animal, cautiously enjoying the unfamiliar and dangerous warmth.

time lapse.

She felt sleepy coming over her, and just wanted to relax and sleep like this, but she knew that this place did not belong to her.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes were not cold, only calm and firm.

She carefully moved his hand away bit by bit, returning from his warm embrace to the silent darkness.

She walked around behind him.

Slowly take the last bit of the cup out from under his head, which is not so tightly pressed.

She finally got the quilt, but her eyes were on the wine glass on the counter, which left a shallow layer of Milky Way wine.

Dim vision.

In the end, all the memories of tonight were left with regret and a little bit of reluctance, and the imagined joy disappeared somehow.

There is indeed nothing pleasant about looking back at the memory.

She shook her head.

She hugged the quilt and put on her shoes, gently opened the locked door, stood at the door and looked at him again.

she left.