I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

Teresa hugged Qiyana, her small body curled up in her arms, her face gently rubbed against the softness of her chest, like a coquettish little white cat.

Qiyana hugged her back, and gently stroked her soft long hair. The identities of the two seemed to be reversed at this moment.

"Well, I won't disturb your sleep, will I?"

After a while, Teresa asked softly, her voice like fragile porcelain.

"No, auntie."

Kiyana shook her head, soothing her inner anxiety with a soft voice.

In fact, she had just recovered from her wild thoughts, and the moment she heard the door open, she thought it was Yaen who was determined to sneak in.

Now it seems that I misunderstood him, maybe he is already asleep now.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed that something was wrong with me who was still thinking about messy things in the middle of the night.

Qiyana was a little ashamed, she inadvertently raised her eyes, only to find that Teresa was staring at her unblinkingly, her eyes were particularly focused, and she was a little dazed.

"Auntie, why are you looking at me like that?"

she asked strangely.

"No, nothing."

Teresa's eyes suddenly became a little far-reaching, and she showed a faint smile, as if the quicksands of time were flowing backwards in an instant, and the doubtful face in front of her eyes became the face that had shown the most gentle smile to her.

"It's just that occasionally I feel that you are becoming more and more like your mother—Cecilia."

Teresa lowered her head, her delicate eyelashes covered the haze in her eyes, but she couldn't hide the sadness in her heart.

Like a tidal wave that broke a bank, it came surging.

"Mother……"

Kiyana was stunned, as if something hit her chest.

"Yeah, that was a long time ago." Teresa's voice was very soft, her eyes were dazed, as if she was lost in memories: "At that time, I just became the head of the Apocalypse family under the order of my grandfather. Being well-known by the outside world, of course, they also know that I am actually... not a real human being."

"They admitted me under the pressure of grandpa, but I know that they have always looked down on me behind the scenes, thinking that I am just a monster, a prop with some value."

She clearly talked about the sad past, but her voice was so calm: "At that time, no one respected me, and no one cared about me. They only called me 'Patriarch Apocalypse', but no one called me Grandpa Give me my name - Teresa."

Memories of the past are like a sea tide, wrapped in endless loneliness and confusion.

"Auntie..."

Kiyana stared at the petite girl in her arms, with a trace of sympathetic sadness on her face.

She hugged her silently.

"However, it was at that time that I met your mother, Cecilia."

Teresa raised her head, her pure eyes shone like stars, dispelling the haze in her eyes: "Only she didn't treat me as a monster, she always treated me tenderly, and called me Teresa."

"—Only she can show such a warm smile to me."

That smile Teresa will never forget in her life, because it is her belief, her persistence, her... everything.

Although in Santa Freya, Teresa often treated the Kiana who was taken away by Siegfried as an elder, but in the headquarters of Destiny, she would always endure this Qiyana occasionally. Can't help but act like a baby to her.

Even though she knew it was inappropriate to do so, sometimes when she saw Qiyana inadvertently showing the exact same temperament as her mother, Teresa would always recall the good times she had with Cecilia time.

That kind of gentle tone, that kind of loving expression, as if time went back more than ten years ago.

"Wait a minute, I almost forgot about the business!"

Teresa suddenly came back to her senses. She slapped her head and looked up into Qiyana's eyes: "Qiana, there is something I want you to answer me truthfully!"

"What, what's the matter?"

Qiyana was a little stunned, the topic and atmosphere changed so suddenly, she didn't react immediately.

The two of them were still immersed in sentimentality a few seconds ago, why did they turn into serious girlish secrets a few seconds later?

By the way, what time is it, and people are not allowed to sleep.

"What on earth do you think of this Ion Apocalypse?"

Teresa stared at her expression, her eyes questioning: "Do you... like him?"

"........."

During the long silence, Qiyana looked around and said to him: "Auntie, it's time to go to bed."

"really!"

Theresa had an expression that I had seen a long time ago: "I knew it! The way you look at him is exactly the same as the way Cecilia looks at Siegfried!"

"No, it's not that exaggerated."

Kiyana's eyelids twitched, and she couldn't imagine what kind of eyes she usually used to look at Yan.

"Others may not be able to see it, but they can't hide it from me!" Teresa said confidently, and then she couldn't help but sigh: "However, don't you mother and daughter have a problem with seeing people?"

I don’t need to say what kind of virtue Siegfried usually has. This Yan Apocalypse is just related to Otto, which is very disturbing.

Qiyana couldn't speak, because she felt that there was nothing wrong with what her aunt said. Thinking about it carefully, her fiancé and the maid next door were still ambiguous.

Although she belongs to the typical type of catching up from behind, she can be regarded as NTR Sister Tazi.

Ah, this... Doesn't it mean that I am the most problematic when I think about it this way?

Qiyana was shocked to realize this, and her heart suddenly became a little complicated.

She shook her head, and when she was about to say something more, she suddenly found that Teresa closed her eyes at some point, and her even and long breathing seemed to tell herself...she fell asleep.

Kiyana blinked, with a faint smile on her face.

She hugged Teresa lightly, and said in a low voice——

"Good night, Auntie."

After Qiyana finished speaking, she also felt a little drowsy, she slowly lowered her eyes, and finally closed them—the moment before.

Crunch!

The slight sound of the door opening echoed in the silence, and a black figure slipped into the room without a sound.

Kiyana opened her eyes helplessly, and suddenly felt that she was such an idiot for thinking 'I misunderstood Yan' before!

You are still here!Ian Apocalypse!

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PS: In fact, this chapter should be finished in 3K, but I feel really sad. The illustration function has been permanently sealed, and I can no longer post pictures.

PSS: But I created a group, and some pictures that are not tolerated by the review can be posted in it in the future - group number: 693551676

154: It's too crowded for three people to sleep, Qiyana, go to another room.

Speaking of it, some people may not believe it, but Yan really didn't go to the wrong room on purpose.

As we all know, people's minds are always confused when they are sleepy, and the sky is too dark to see clearly, so it is normal to accidentally take the wrong direction and go to the wrong room, right?

To be honest, he just wanted to come out and go to the bathroom.

Crunch-!

Yan stepped into the Missy's room lightly, and after confirming that he did not disturb Theresa who was sleeping next door, he carefully closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although an uninvited guest at home disrupted his plans for tonight, it was not a big problem, he was always adapting to the situation.

I have to say that the brats nowadays are really worrying. It’s okay to play and fight normally, but they have to be a little moth at the critical moment. They want to spend the spring night with the eldest lady to relive the amorous feelings of that night. , but he was killed halfway and completely messed up for him.

It's so heartbreaking!

At that time, I have to find some time to ask my father what is going on with this suddenly extra cheap daughter, why haven't I heard from him?

Yan withdrew his thoughts, closed the door lightly, and froze as soon as he raised his head.

Because he saw a pair of quiet blue eyes, watching him quietly in the dim light, with somewhat disdain in their eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. This feeling is like a thief sneaking into someone's house in the middle of the night to grab something, only to see the owner holding a butcher's knife sneering at him as soon as he opened the door.

After a long silence, Yan raised his eyebrows and waved at her.

"Hey, are you still up so late? Could it be that you are waiting for me?"

"Shh!"

Kiyana held out a finger to her lips, motioning him to keep his voice down.

Yan shrugged indifferently. He knew that Kiyana was afraid that the noise would disturb Teresa next door, but children generally slept soundly, and basically they would not be woken up unless there was too much noise.

I just don't know if the sound of the bed shaking and moaning will wake her up for a while.

Yan walked to the bed, lifted a corner of the sheet and got in.

"Wait……!"

Just as Qiyana wanted to stop him, she saw that he was already lying down, looking at her in surprise.

"what happened?"

"...Don't you think there is any problem?"

Qiyana opened her mouth, feeling a little speechless in her heart.

By the way, don't you really feel crowded?

"No, I think it's fine. There's nothing wrong with a husband and wife sharing the same bed, right?"

Yan smiled bluntly, thinking that his wife was starting to be shy again: "Don't be shy, this kind of thing is familiar once, and when we do more in the future, we will play more tricks and try a few more poses, and we will be completely satisfied. Let go...huh?"

During the conversation, the restless hand under the quilt of his bed also reached out to Qiyana, wrapping around her slender waist.

How about a girl's body is made of water, look at this delicate and soft skin, this tight abdomen without fat, it's quite...yeah?How did this Opie shrink?Isn't my wife's ball smaller than Miss Tazi's cotton candy?Kneading Nako who is twitching and twitching!

wrong!

Yan suddenly realized something, and his eyes suddenly became frightened.