【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

God is always unfavorable, and until night reaches the sky, the snow does not let down even a little bit.

"Would it be unsafe to go back now?"

The girl pushed the window open, shattered the thick snow that trapped the glass, and looked at the darkness hanging outside the window:

"Is the snow still heavy?"

"Why don't you stay at my place for one night?"

As soon as the girl finished speaking, she felt a little annoyed.

Isn't it too frivolous to ask directly like that?

Will you be hated?

And Dadalia's eyes lit up:

good chance!

"In this case," Dadalia pretended to be reserved, "wouldn't it be bad?"

The girl's ears were filled with the sound of wind and Dadalia's still clear voice, but the girl seemed to hear another voice inexplicably, like a slight snort, but when she looked up, there was nothing. Another gust of wind pushed clusters of snowflakes into the already small cabin, shaking the flames burning quietly in the fireplace, forcing the girl to close the window.

The girl who locked the window looked at Dadalia helplessly. Something seemed to be dancing in her eyes, causing Dadalia to immediately change her words:

"The snow is indeed too heavy, it's troublesome, miss."

Speaking of which, this was the second time the two of them were alone in the same room.

Although the last time wasn't too long ago, the feeling was completely different.

Less defensive, but more cramped.

Especially Dadalia.

He maintained a position where he could see the girl's sleeping face as soon as he opened his eyes. He would always quietly open his eyes a little, waiting for that half of the face to be imprinted in his mind, and then close it contentedly until the next time he felt a sharp prick in his heart.

Over and over again, the cycle continues.

The cycle repeated for an unknown number of times. When Dadalia opened his eyes again, what he saw was the girl's entire face. Those deep blue eyes were staring straight at him. The moment they met his gaze, Smiled lightly at him.

Dadalia quickly closed her eyes tightly as if reacting to stress, but found that her guilty conscience was too obvious, but now it was impossible to open her eyes and look at the girl again, so in this extremely embarrassing situation, Dadalia Ya's eyelids were trembling violently, causing the girl to let out a chuckle.

"Dadalia," the girl's voice contained a smile that never faded, like a small hook that made Dadalia's nerves tingle, "Do you have something to say?"

The girl's exposure gave Dadalia a step forward. He simply turned around, opened his eyes, and looked at the girl openly.

Because the flame in the fireplace was still burning silently, it was not dark in this small space. Dadalia could clearly see the leaping flames in the girl's body, and the vaguely reflected silhouette of him. .

The wind and snow outside the house are carnivaling wantonly, or the wind and snow are playing a crazy escape game, roaring and roaring, but they can't tear through the boundless darkness.

But inside the hut, in the fire, light appeared easily and as a matter of course. The body temperature of the two people is dispersed in the air and then transferred to each other, like a hug from a distance.

The restless, hesitant, and panicked hearts all found a peaceful home at this moment.

in the eyes of the other person.

"Miss," Dadalia started, but she swallowed her saliva, "Tell me about the person you like?"

Hopefully it's a good enough person.

"Eh--?"

"the person I like?"

The girl was a little confused, but immediately became alert.

Could it be that he discovered her affair with Dotore?

It shouldn't be.

She had also been paying attention to Dotore's movements recently, and there was no sign of any leaks.

It couldn't have been Dotore himself who told Dadalia, right?

"Ah."

Dadalia didn't notice the girl's wariness. After all, he looked away the moment he made the request:

"That's the person you're looking for."

"what?"

It seemed that the person he was talking about was not Datore, so his relaxed nerves began to think seriously about Dadalia's problem, and then became tense again——

This time of course it wasn't out of caution.

But because it's ridiculous.

"Um, you know I'm looking for a girl, right?"

Are you still asking this?

So Dadalia's voice sounded a little dull:

"know."

Immediately, Dadalia's voice became excited again:

"But, I don't discriminate."

"You are free to decide who you like and what kind of person you want."

"It's amazing that you are willing to work hard for this love."

"I......"

Dadalia paused, with a wry smile on his lips, as if he had to make up his mind even to breathe:

"Support you."

Girly.exe is not responding.

"no--"

The girl spent some time and occupied a little bit of her processor, and finally understood the meaning of Dadalia's words:

"Do you think I like a girl?"

"what?"

"Isn't it?"

Dadalia's mouth was faster than his brain, and after asking, the whole room fell into silence.

YaYa.exe is not responding.

Although Dadalia has a rich imagination, she is not stupid after all.

After what seemed like a long but actually short period of thinking, Dadalia's eyes suddenly became full of life, and even his voice seemed a bit twitchy:

"So, you mean you don't like her?"

Although it was inexplicable, the girl nodded out of politeness:

"Although she does mean something to me, it's not that kind of relationship."

"You...seem to be happy?"

"Huh? Is there any? Miss?"

Dadalia tried her best to suppress her laughter, but found that she couldn't suppress the raised corners of her mouth, so she simply turned around and turned her back to the girl:

"I'm not very happy. Why should I be happy if you don't like her?"

......

Is being an executive so stressful?

He went crazy at a young age.

Dadalia looked at the rhythm of the fire, and his body had an inexplicable urge to beat with it, but he tolerated it deeply.

It was so dangerous, I almost thought I was poaching someone else.

Although Dadalia usually does things without considering the consequences, and is not considered a normal person according to normal people's thinking, the most basic morality is still online.

Dadalia is more like a child wearing an adult's coat. He is nineteen years old and has not yet fully reached the mature age. His youthfulness and naivety are hidden in the "adult" shell by him, and then he begins to try to formally integrate. this world.

It is undeniable that people of this age always have fantastic expectations and awe for relationships.

They will think that feelings are the purest things in the world.

Like means like, want means want. Correspondingly, feelings should be pure and regular.

For example, a fair chance of competition and clear ownership.

Fortunately, you don't have to think about that now.