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

The warm sunshine fell on Dadalia's shoulders, and with it, the girl's head leaned down gently.

Her movements were extremely natural, followed by a soft sigh.

The sun came out, and the sunlight gently but powerfully dispelled the fog that filled the forest in the morning, revealing everything to its original appearance.

"The sun is coming out."

she says.

Dadalia felt the weight of the girl on his shoulders, which was an intimate enough action, but in Dadalia's heart there was only fullness and satisfaction, as well as boundless tranquility that was as unique as the scene in front of him.

He always felt that there was something in the girl's words, but at this moment, he didn't want to speculate on her experience or her thoughts. He just silently adjusted his body and tilted it, turning himself into a perfect pillow:

"Well, the sun is out."

It's great, the sun is out.

It's passed.

She watched the sun rise, and at this moment she finally felt that she had truly grasped the so-called "new life".

"Miss...have you ever watched the sunrise with anyone else?"

"Ah." The girl couldn't help but think of a meteor shower that was dreamy and beautiful enough, and a person who left deep enough traces in her memory, but was slowly peeled away by her.

However, evasion and concealment at this time are meaningless:

"I've seen it, but only once."

Dadalia didn't seem surprised, but there was a hint of complicated emotions in his voice:

"Miss, did you watch it with your last lover?"

"Ok?"

It must be said that Dadalia is very sharp.

The girl raised her head and looked at him in confusion.

"Ah, of course I haven't investigated Miss," Dadalia, who thought she had been misunderstood, hurriedly explained, but she still lost confidence the more she spoke, and her voice became softer, "It's just that when Miss rejected me last time, Not ready for the 'next' relationship."

"I knew at that time that before this, perhaps not long ago, the young lady had a lover."

The girl withdrew her gaze and turned her gaze back to the dawn scene:

"Well, you guessed it right."

"I did have one not long ago..."

The girl's voice paused briefly, but only for a second:

"spouse."

"Um......"

Dadalia's voice was a little low, and the girl chuckled lightly. She looked down at the hands that the two of them separated from each other at some point, and then used her little finger to hook Dadalia's bent index finger:

"Are you jealous, Dadalia?"

"No, miss—"

Dadalia turned her head hurriedly and met the girl's smiling eyes. The words she just said seemed to turn into mist and dissipate in the sunlight.

He pursed his lips:

"Okay, miss, I admit, it's a little bit."

Dadalia raised her index finger and got entangled with the girl's little finger:

"And, even a little bit jealous."

After saying that, Dadalia looked at the girl with a somewhat broken look:

"Are you satisfied, miss?"

"All my ugly thoughts are known to you."

"ugly?"

The girl smiled and shook her head:

"Not at all."

"On the contrary, it's cute, Dadalia."

"You are very alive like this."

"I seem to like it a little bit."

like?

Who?

Dadalia?

Who?

I?

I!

"Little Miss," Dadalia said calmly, but unfortunately she stuttered a little, "You, you mean, you mean..."

"Ah."

The girl didn't let Dadalia finish his words, and for Dadalia, finishing the rest was a big challenge. The girl's interruption gave him a step to go down:

"I like you."

There seemed to be a crashing sound, but Dadalia knew that the woods were safe and sound, and not a single tree had been killed.

The person who was brutally murdered was himself.

It's just that he enjoys it.

"Then, miss, we...?"

"However," the girl raised her hand and pressed Dadalia's lips, which clearly wanted to say something, "we all still need to calm down."

"You should know that right now, I need a lot, a lot, a lot of love."

This means you need to express your opinion, right?

Yes, calm down, Dadalia, don't get carried away.

The defensiveness and self-protection in the girl's words are obvious, making people unable to help but wonder what she went through in her "last" relationship.

It's impossible for Dadalia not to be curious at all, but Dadalia obviously has more important things to do now——

Like, fill her up with lots, lots, lots of love.

"Miss, give me some time and I will prove it to you."

The girl tilted her head and looked at Dadalia, her tone was curious, but more of a test:

"Don't you think it's unfair?"

"unfair?"

"Ah."

"In sociology and psychology, a considerable number of scholars believe that human love has a quantitative value, just like a glass of water. If you use a little, you will get less."

The girl's implication was obvious.

Dadalia is a blank slate in "love". The water glass in front of him is so full that it can overflow even if it shakes a little.

But the girl is different. The water in her cup can be shaken, and even if it shakes out a little, she needs to think carefully.

In such a comparison, Dadalia is naturally the one who suffers.

"That's great, miss."

"what?"

Dadalia smiled in the sun, her eyes bent, and the tiny light in her eyes didn't know whether it came from the rising sun or the transparent joy in the young man's heart.

"If Miss looks at love that way, then I have lots and lots of love."

"It just so happens that the young lady also needs a lot, a lot, a lot of love."

"Great."

"..."

"How can you be happy about this?"

As the girl spoke, she turned her head away to hide her uncontrollable smile.

Why, would you be happy about this?

"Because the one who needs a lot, a lot, a lot of love is you."

Dadalia's hand seemed to have made up a lot of determination. With a strong movement of his index finger, he wrapped the girl's hand in his own.

A little courage, but not much.

Because Dadalia just held it for a moment and let go as if he was burned.

"Ahem, Miss's hands are a little cold."

"Um, do you need some warmth?"

"Well... you need it."

Hearing the girl's affirmative reply, Dadalia's eyes immediately lit up, and her palms opened at the same time, but the girl's little hand flexibly passed through the crooks of Dadalia's palms and inserted into Dadalia's arms. In the pocket of the sub-jacket.

Dadalia didn't hide the disappointment in her eyes at all, and the girl turned her head again, her eyes flowing with a hint of cunning.

"..."

"Forget it, miss, do whatever you want."

Dadalia turned her head away aggrievedly, but her ears had already turned suspiciously red.

The two of them sat in silence, not knowing whose waist exerted force first, making the swing start to play its real role.

Although I don’t know who started it, the important thing is that no one stopped.