People Are Crumbling, Turning into Bishops

The long ash-blond hair was draped behind her back, but as she leaned forward, a strand of long hair fell from her shoulders.

The slender jade hand took the long strand of hair that was hanging down, and pushed it behind the ear.

Otto could smell the faint fragrance from Irene's body. The former swallowed subconsciously, his body stiffened as if struck by lightning.

His eyes drifted away, but he couldn't help but be attracted by the eye-catching fullness of Irene's chest.

Otto's heart beat violently.

He was still a young man with full of vigor, and the seductive charm of Rosemary Tower gave him impulsiveness and desire.

I really want to hug the woman in front of me, I really want to bite those rosy lips.

This is the primal impulse.

However, Otto looked away, looked at the snow, and did not look at Irene again.

"Push."

As a result, there was a chuckle in his ear, and he turned his head suspiciously, and saw Irene covering her mouth with her fingertips.

She smiled happily, as if she had discovered something strange.

The beautiful woman withdrew her coquettish attitude and returned to her elegant demeanor, but with a smile on her brows and a hint of cunning in her wine-red eyes.

"It turns out that you are just like your appearance, you are still a little boy."

Otto understood that Irene was teasing him just now, but he was blushing because of the teasing.

Just by feeling, Otto knew that his face had turned red.

Irene's laughter made him a little shy, but Irene didn't continue to tease Otto, but just tiptoed and touched Otto's head.

Although Otto was thin and handsome, he was a little taller than the tall Irene.

"Do you feel better now?"

Irene said with a smile, and after Otto said this, he found that his heavy heart relaxed, and the haze of seeing the dead for the first time dissipated.

Did she do this to make herself happy?

Otto suddenly found a strange feeling in his heart.

A feeling that made him a little unhappy.

And Irene also breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Otto seemed to have come out of the haze just now. After all, the person who died was not someone the little brother knew, and he shouldn't get too emotionally involved in it.

She was about to turn around to see what other clues were in the ice palace when a hand grabbed her right wrist.

Irene stopped, and she turned to look at Otto's hand, which grabbed her wrist and refused to let her go.

"that's not allowed."

Irene said softly that although she and Otto are relatively close now, they have not reached that step.

"Sister Irene." At this time, Otto spoke. He looked at Irene's wrist a little bit tangled, and he was the one who grabbed Irene's hand abruptly.

But he didn't let go.

"Well, I'm here. What's the matter?" Seeing that Otto had something to say, Irene waited quietly there, as long as it wasn't out of the ordinary, she didn't mind.

If it's a courtship, Irene will refuse it well, after all, the relationship between the two really hasn't reached that point.

But in the future, maybe.

"Sister Irene, are you..."

Otto considered his words, even he felt a little unreasonable.

"It's like that to everyone."

"As long as someone is sad..."

"You will comfort me like this?"

Otto didn't know what kind of emotion appeared in his heart. He liked to think too much, and his mind was rather chaotic.

Hearing Otto's question, Irene didn't react for a while, but after a while, she understood.

This is the jealousy and possessiveness of a teenager.

This kind of emotion is really dazzling and makes people want to praise the beauty of youth.

My little brother, how can you be so cute.

Irene looked at Otto, although she regarded herself as her own without her consent, but this did not make Eileen hate it.

Being liked so much means that you are very attractive, shouldn't you be happy?

And Otto was in her strike zone.

Irene looked at Otto's emerald eyes, and there was longing in the smart eyes. What answer is this young man longing for?

After thinking for a while, she turned her grasped right wrist and held Otto's wrist instead.

Feeling the trembling of the man's hand, Irene smiled and said softly, "You are the only man who has touched my skin like this."

Lost Rosemary is the high mountain flower in the sea of ​​quantum, she is noble and elegant in front of others.