Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

The quilt covering her body was very fragrant, and it should have been taken out to dry in the afternoon.

The decoration in the room is also very simple, and everything is organized in an orderly manner.

"Master, you are awake."

The door of the room was opened, and it was Belfast who was holding a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.

"Beffa, where is this place? Why... am I here?"

An Lun covered his head and thought for a while. He should have dinner with everyone on the deck. Why did he come here in a blink of an eye?

Did you drink today?And also drank a slice?

"Master, here is my room. It was sorted out this afternoon with your help."

Belfa sat on the head of An Lun's bed, and blew a few breaths on the hot porridge with his mouth:

"By the way, you fell unconscious because you ate a dish where Sirius accidentally mistaked salt for sugar and vodka for flavored wine."

"..."

At this moment, An Lun finally remembered the fear of being dominated by Sirius' death cooking.

"Master, will you blame Sirius?" Although he already knew the answer in his heart, Belfast still asked tentatively.

"Of course not."

With a helpless smile, An Lun propped up his body with his hands, and leaned half on the bed: "Although the ending is not satisfactory, Sirius's starting point is still good. I am very touched and satisfied that she can have this kind of heart."

"Sirius would be delighted to know that you think so. After all, she's been blaming herself ever since you passed out."

Maintaining the posture of blowing hot porridge with his mouth, Belfast revealed the current situation of Sirius to An Lun calmly.

"That won't do."

An Lun couldn't sit still when he heard that his girl was feeling guilty because of his own reasons.

"I have to go and explain things to Sirius."

Seeing An Lun nodded, he made a gesture to get up and look for Sirius.However, just as he started to move, he was stopped by Befa.

"Master, don't worry. Sirius, as your personal maid, is still so careless. I think there is indeed a need to reflect on it." Taking up half a spoonful of hot porridge, Belfast handed it to An Lun's lips said: "Master, you didn't eat anything at night, you must be very hungry now? Please also fill your stomach well during the time when Sirius is introspecting."

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Chapter 098. Claddagh's Oath

Under Befa's thoughtful service, An Lun quickly finished the bowl of hot seafood porridge.

It has to be said that Befa's craftsmanship is indeed not comparable to that of An Lun, a mere family cook.

The chewy shrimps are chewy and bouncy, and the scallops cut into small pieces make the whole bowl of porridge full of the umami flavor of the ocean. With the addition of a little kelp and beef cubes, it makes An Lun not yet The stomach, which had completely recovered from the death meal of Sirius, was revived.

"It seems that this bowl of porridge is very suitable for your appetite, master."

Seeing An Lun's satisfied expression, Befar's heart that had been silent for three years began to glow with vitality.

He put the empty bowl on the table beside him, but Beffa didn't sit back on the bed right away.

She just stood there, with a mischievous smirk unknowingly on her beautiful face.

"Master, have you missed Bepha?"

"Eh?"

Unexpectedly, Befa, who was still taking care of him in every possible way one second, would throw such a question the next second, and An Lun's head immediately started to work rapidly.

Brothers, this is a good answer, and it is undoubtedly a bonus item.

But the answer is not good, but it is a proposition.

Fortunately, since An Lun came to this world, he has been living with girls almost all the time, and his worrying straight male EQ has also improved a little.

Although he still doesn't understand some of the more advanced questions, at least the most basic desire to survive has been tempered.

An Lun didn't answer Befa's question with words.

I saw him standing up slowly from the bed, and then held Bepha's left hand wearing the wedding ring as if it were a treasure.

Facing An Lun's actions, Belfast did not express anything.

She just looked at An Lun quietly, hoping that the man she loved so much would have some surprise performance that exceeded her expectations.

Facts have proved that Belfast's sixth sense is still very effective.

After holding up the white palm of the girl in front of him, An Lun pressed it against his chest.

He took a deep breath, and then, his eyes under the black irises became serious:

"Can you feel it? My heart beats for you every time."

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