I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

In fact, Yan wanted to catch up with her and find her, but this eldest lady of his family looked quite lonely, especially the back passing by her was like a kitten abandoned by its owner, which made people feel distressed.

But even so, she was unwilling to express the sadness in her heart.

Even though his heart was already riddled with holes, he silently endured it in his heart.The look of a person in a daze is like huddling in a corner alone and licking the wound, which is even more heartbreaking.

There is no other way, I can only find a way to settle down with my fiancée first.

Although, it must not be very pleasant over there.

Yan gently touched his lips, and the scene at that time involuntarily appeared in his mind, as if he could feel the residual warmth and wonderful touch remaining between his lips and teeth, which made people yearn for.

This is probably the most unexpected, his first wet French kiss was dedicated to the girl he first met.

This may also be a kind of fate.

Yan smiled and stopped thinking about it.It was already very late, he turned over and covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes, and breathed gradually.

After a while, sleepiness swept over like a tide, submerging his consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that in a trance, someone gently lifted his quilt and got in quietly.

In his sleep, Yan smelled the light fragrance that was close at hand, and the soft touch that was close at hand.

He frowned, barely opened his sleepy eyes——

Then froze.

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PS: This chapter is to make up for yesterday, because I really can't find the point of breaking the chapter, which is equivalent to two chapters.

PSS: This is Chapter 1. There are about three chapters each in the afternoon, evening and morning. Chapters may be merged, but the number of words will not be small.

PSSS: For yesterday's criticism, I humbly accept it and repent seriously (｀?ω??) ゞ salute.

136: Qi Yana (first blood)

In the middle of the night, in the dead of night.

Only the sound of breathing is lingering in the ears, like whispering.

Ion blinked, thinking for a moment that he was dreaming.

Because he saw a pair of water-blue moist eyes, full of shyness, different from the usual arrogance and awe-inspiring, but a little more youthful and cute.

"Kiana?"

Yann woke up in an instant, but his expression was still blank: "What are you...what do you want?"

Qiyana curled up her petite body, stared at him quietly, pursed her lips and said nothing.

At this time, she was wearing a thin white shirt with a transparent texture, and she could vaguely see the white and round skin squeezed under the skirt, with a slight blush, just like the blush on her cheeks.

In the dim light, her soft long hair hangs down her curvy back and slides down her waist like a waterfall.

The atmosphere was beautiful for a while.

The quilt was filled with the warmth and light fragrance of a girl, and Yan's delicate breath touched Yan's face.An unmarried couple shared the same bed, so close to each other that they could even feel each other's heartbeat.

This kind of scene is really too evocative, and it can't help but make people think about it.

So what exactly is this young lady trying to do when she doesn't sleep at night?It can't really be a night attack.

Yan felt that he should say something to break the silence, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the girl's complicated eyes.

He froze for a moment, staring at Qiyana's faint pupils, as if he could see through those complex eyes the fragility and anxiety buried in her heart.

After a long silence, Yaen stretched out his hand to tie a strand of soft hair on her side face, with a rare and gentle voice.

"Missy is starting to be sentimental again?"

"No."

Kiyana turned her head, but did not stop his movement: "It's just too annoying to fall asleep."

"What's bothering you?"

"I'm bothering you!"

Kiyana gouged him out, and questioned in her eyes: "Say! Have you ever entered my room!"

Yan's hand stroking her fine hair trembled slightly, and suddenly remembered that when he came back with another Qiyana, he not only went into her room, but also occupied her bed.

Looking at his eyes, Qiyana knew it in her heart, and her expression became more and more fierce, like a little wild cat whose territory has been violated.

"Sure enough, I said how could I smell like other women on my bed!"

So the eldest lady has such a good nose! ?

Yan's eyes were horrified, for fear that she would ask again...

"Is that the person you brought back with her?"

Kiyana stared into his eyes with a bad expression.

Yan understood who she was referring to in Kiyana's mouth, hesitated for a second, and nodded.

"Sure enough!" The eldest lady's mentality exploded in an instant: "Bring her into my room and put her on my bed!"

"Are your eyes made of glass beads! Can't you tell the difference between me and her! Do you think she is me forever if she doesn't tell me? Is it your fiancee? It's the real Kia Na?!"

Qiyana firmly grasped Yan's lapel with both hands, and a crystal light shone faintly in her eyes.Her voice was very low, but every word seemed to contain a mountain-like weight.

Her slender shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and she was emotionally excited like never before, like a flood bursting out of a bank.

But in the end, the girl stopped being hysterical, she lowered her head and gently pressed her forehead against Ian's chest.

In the dead silence, faint whimpers sounded.

Yan didn't know what to say. It was the first time he saw Kiyana crying. It was hard to imagine that such a young lady who was always proud and stubborn would show such a fragile side.

Seeing her refraining from crying even though she was emotionally broken, Yaen hugged her into his arms distressedly.

"What are you guessing? Actually, I knew from the beginning that she was not you."

Kiyana raised her head when she heard the words, tears swirled in her eyes, but she didn't want to drip down.

"It's just that he suddenly passed out in front of me, and his whole body was still wet. I can't pretend not to see it." Yann explained softly: "No matter how you say, she looks exactly like my wife, so it's hard not to hug her back Let someone else take it away?"

"Don't take advantage of me! Who, who is your wife..."

Qiyana stopped her tears, and gave him a white look with her lips pouted, but her voice had a kind of coquettish softness.

"Why is the fiancee not a wife?"

Yan argued with reason, and tightened his arms around her slender waist: "We have done everything we should do except the last step, and now we share the same bed, are you shy now?"

"And this is my bed, you white-haired idiot who came here in the middle of the night!"

"What, what!"

Kiyana bared her teeth and grinned, her plain white face flushed like blood.

"It's not because you let people sleep in my bed! It makes me uncomfortable and have nightmares!"

She punched Yan in the chest, super fierce!

"Have a nightmare?"

"Ah."

Qiyana hummed lightly, her eyes frightened: "It's a terrible, terrible nightmare."

Yan listened quietly, as if waiting for her follow-up.

"In my dream, I saw my stinky father, mother, and aunt, and many of their former comrades-in-arms. Everyone gathered together to decorate the house. The lights were bright, and the smiles on everyone's faces were also very happy. There is a big cream cake, and there are many colorful stripes on the wall, which say—”

Kiyana paused, with a hint of yearning on her expression: "Happy birthday to Kiyana Kaslana."

The more Ian listened, the weirder his expression became, and finally he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Are you sure this is a nightmare or a daydream?"

It was the first time he heard someone describe such a warm scene as a nightmare.

"But in this dream, there is no me."

Kiyana lowered her eyes, and her calm voice rippled with subtle ripples: "Qiana was surrounded by her father, mother, aunt, and everyone. Everyone was looking at her, looking at her. Coming out of Kiana's room in her beautiful dress, watching her blow out the candles, watching her make a wish, watching her smile so much."

"But that Qiyana is not me."

At that moment, Ion fell into silence.

Huge sorrow rolled in like a sea, and it was caught off guard.Even the hands around his waist became heavy, and he didn't know whether to take them back or keep them.

"I also know it's just a dream, but I'm just so scared..."

With a trembling voice, Qiyana's eyes were filled with fragments of sadness: "I'm so afraid that everyone will leave me."

"My mother died, my stinky dad disappeared, and even my aunt left the headquarters to go to the farthest branch in the far east..."

In countless midnight dreams, Qiyana would wake up from the nightmare, shivering and shivering alone in the empty room.

Loneliness is terrible, it will haunt you like a nightmare, when you think you are about to get used to it, it will let you understand in the cruelest way——

No one can get used to loneliness.

Kiyana raised her eyes, her face was as confused as a cloud: "Is it true that everyone will leave me in the end, and then gradually forget about me? Forget that there is another person waiting in that old house on the floating island To meet her Kiyana?"

It is often said that a person will experience three deaths in this life.

The first time he died, biologically he died.The second time was when he was buried. People came to his funeral and remembered his life. He died in society.

And the third time was when the last person who remembered him forgot him, and then he really died.

But if a person is still alive, breathing, and struggling in this world, but there is no one in the world who remembers her.

Is such a person dead or alive?