In the end, under Rita's tactful persuasion, Urandale reluctantly put down the game controller, and was taken home by Rita after the classic declaration that she would come back one day for revenge.
So, it's really that there's no such thing as a martial god at all.
Kiyana exhaled lightly, recalling what happened an hour ago, feeling inexplicably funny.
Since she lived alone, the house has never been so noisy, the taunts of the winner, the sobs of the loser, the cruel words during the game, the gentle and peaceful sentence of the maid, the sound effects of the game, the BGM...all the sounds Mixed together, it's like thousands of suonas buzzing in the ears, making the walls and the ground tremble faintly.
Surprisingly, she didn't feel irritated, but a touch of warmth and nostalgia.It seems that the scene in front of me suddenly overlaps with the memories of the past, and the scenes in reality are distorted and mixed, re-outlining the old chapters that are similar with minor differences.
The picture is a brand-new house, with warm lights pouring down from the ceiling in the windows, shining on the father and daughter, one big and one small, who are engrossed in playing games. Gentle as water.
The pupils of the father and daughter reflect the screen of the game console, and their faces are written in the eyes of the mother.
Then time flowed quietly in this frozen picture, until late at night, when the mother made a soft sound——
"It's time to go to bed."
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"It's time to go to bed."
A figure suddenly stood beside Qiyana.
She raised her head, and the yellow-haired man who almost knocked Youlandal out of the moon soul form by playing games was standing carelessly beside her, his golden hair fluttering in the wind.
"I came here suddenly to say this? Let me tell you that I won't sleep with you."
Kiyana glanced at him, then looked away.
Yan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, with a helpless expression.
"I just want to remind you that it's already one o'clock in the morning, and staying up late is not good for your health."
He sat down so naturally, imitating Qiyana and looking up at the stars in the sky.
"Then you haven't slept yet? You still came over to sit down?" Qiyana curled her lips: "What? Are you planning to plot against me in the dead of night?"
"Is there any plot to do anything wrong with what you did to your fiancée?"
Yan rolled his eyes: "By the way, can you think of something better in your mind? Is that how bad I am in your eyes?"
"So my dear fiancé, who touched my breasts when we first met, and who broke in while I was taking a bath wearing a half-tipped bathrobe?"
Kiyana looked at him coldly and asked.
"Don't act like you are the victim, okay?" Ian complained: "Don't forget who shot me coldly when we met for the first time! And you are also partly responsible for not locking the door when you take a shower!"
"Besides, I didn't intend to attack my breasts or peek! After all, I am the real victim myself!"
"So, am I wronging you?"
"...No, it was me who wronged you, my dear fiancee. You can only blame me for not being able to predict the future.
He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Regardless of the specific cause and process for the time being, as far as the result is concerned, he really took advantage.
After all, the girl's icy and pure body is just being touched and looked at by him like this. If it was put in ancient China, I am afraid that someone would have hanged herself to prove her innocence.
"Humph~!"
Kiyana snorted softly, but the corners of her mouth rose slightly.
She moved her body lightly, her white and tender slender legs were brought together, and her slender arms were wrapped around her knees, outlining her slim figure.
Under the night sky, two night owls sat on the ground, and the breeze lifted Kiyana's soft long hair and messed up the hair hanging around her ears.
Yan sniffed his nose, and smelled the fragrance of shower gel, which was mixed with the fragrance of a girl, which was refreshing.
He couldn't help turning his head to the side, looking at the girl's beautiful profile under the dim light.
Mercury-like pure white hair hangs down behind her, and her curly eyelashes carry the moonlight. There seems to be a bright halo blooming in the depths of her eyes, like a peerless goddess descending from the light of a moonlit night.
It's hard to imagine that a person can be so holy, like a saint who came out of a fairy tale.
Yan's heart moved, and he was about to say something.
"Please stop staring at me, you pervert."
The explicit sight made Kiyana hug her body tightly, and glanced at Yaen with disdain.
It also succeeded in completely calming the ripples in his heart.
After a long silence, Yan gritted his teeth and said, "I don't think you usually go to bed early? Why are you still here at this point today, looking at the scenery and pretending to be deep?"
"Oh? I think you usually get into the bedroom and talk on the phone with Rita as soon as you get home. Why do you have time to care about me, a cheap fiancee?" She maliciously guessed: "Could it be that you were dumped by Rita?" ?”
Yan's eyelids twitched wildly, and he looked at her speechlessly: "Miss, can we have a good talk?"
"Yes, young master~"
Come on, yin and yang can't beat her.
Yan's face twitched, and he simply let his body lie back, relaxing and enjoying the beauty of the night and the cool breeze.
Under the starry sky, there is a sleeping floating island.Every household turned off the lights, and darkness enveloped the earth, but it didn't look gloomy.In the silent night, there are crisp insects and birds, as if carnival at night.
Yan let out a comfortable breath, as if he wanted to pour out all the fatigue accumulated today.
"Hey."
Until a soft voice sounded, he faintly felt that someone was poking his waist with slender fingers, and the force was a bit strong.
"what?"
Yan glanced at the white-haired girl sideways, with an arrogant attitude.
"Why didn't you speak?"
Kiyana withdrew her fingers and stared at him faintly, with a dissatisfied expression.
"Hey, I don't dare to speak in front of you. If I accidentally say a word, your dragon face will be furious and want to cut off my dog's head!"
"Hey! What kind of tone are you talking about!"
"Isn't that what I learned from you?"
"Then you have the ability to speak this way to Rita!"
"How can this work? After all, this is the exclusive voice package for my fiancée, and no one else is even qualified to hear it."
"you!"
Qiyana stared, super fierce!
"If there is any offense, I will surrender first."
Ian raised his hands in a single-handed manner, as if possessed by the French people.
"...Hmph! This lady is generous and generous, and I don't have the same knowledge as a small-hearted person like you!"
Kiyana turned her head away with a snort, and moved away from him with a disgusted face, sulking alone.
The night was getting darker, and even the evening wind felt a little cool, and a gust of wind whizzed past, carrying a trace of coldness.
Qiyana couldn't help curling up, her slender body trembling faintly.
Yan looked at this scene, propped himself up helplessly, and took off his coat.
"Give you."
He threw it aside casually, and the jacket unfolded in mid-air against the air waves, covering the girl's head properly.
Kiyana froze for a moment, subconsciously reached out and took it off her head, her eyes moved back and forth between the coat and Yann, her expression was a little cute.
"The temperature will drop at night, remember to wear more clothes next time you go out to pretend to be dark."
Ian said in a bad mood. After he finished speaking, he lay down again, with his hands behind his head and looked up at the starry sky in the middle of the night.
"I want you to take care of..."
Kiyana put on her coat, her mouth still stubborn.
During the long silence, she pursed her lips and secretly watched Ian who seemed nothing had happened, and said cautiously: "Hello."
No one responded.
"Hey!"
Still no response.
Kiyana bit her lower lip lightly, and made an imperceptible voice: "Ya, Yaen."
"Sing." Ion turned his head sideways.
"...Frozen to death, forget it!" Qiyana frowned, and opened her mouth.
Then she took a deep breath, coughed twice, and said embarrassedly: "Well, you, aren't you cold?"
"cold!"
"Then why don't you lie back on the bed and go to sleep, why are you pretending to be deep here!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I said you don't hurry up..."
"It's not this." Yann interrupted her repetition with a blank face: "I mean the last sentence."
"...Aren't you cold?" Qiyana asked uncertainly.
"Fortunately, without my cold heart."
He clutched his chest, wiping tears.
"Cut, stop doing this!"
Kiyana snorted, staring at Yan's sighing face, lowering her curled eyelashes slightly, as if she had made up her mind, she moved her butt and approached him.
"Give you."
She parted half of the coat she was wearing and covered Ian's body, and the two stood side by side, feeling each other's warmth.
"What is this for? Throw yourself in your arms if you disagree with me?"
Yan looked at her behavior inexplicably, and thought that sending a coat would directly turn Tsundere into pure Jiao?
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