Puberty Cinderella

It soon became clear that Ella was descended from elves, so the Malvin she killed must not have been a dragon.The presiding judge issued a verdict of not guilty, and although Oakheim looked reluctant, he stretched out his paw and shook her.

"As the saying goes, everything is fine with a good ending," Bai Long said, "I'm very happy to see this matter ended peacefully. It's a rare opportunity for us old bones to get together. We plan to drink tea together to catch up on the old days , I won’t bother you. But if you don’t dislike it, Oakheim will send you home tomorrow.”

"What? Why me?" Oakheim protested.Obviously it wasn't her idea.

"Then I'll thank you," Ella said.

The giant dragons gathered in the arena in twos and threes to chat about their family affairs, and the white dragon dragged the muttering Aukheim to join one of them, and the topic was surprisingly boring.

"Let's go," Niyaf said, "Let's find a place for you to wash first."

When the moon rose, they found a spring in the mountainside.The gorse in early spring has quietly bloomed, and the melted snow and ice flowed down the rock wall, smashing into the pool and splashing snow-white water.

Ella stepped into the cold spring water, curling her toes reflexively.

"Is it cold?" Niyaf asked.

"fine."

Aila shrinks her body and walks to the deepest point, the spring water reaches her waist.She tore pieces of boots from her legs and watched them wash away, snaking away among the gorse bushes, and it felt like a part of her had been washed away too.Perhaps it was true, and before today, she had made up her mind to forget everything that had happened in the land of the elves, and had almost succeeded.Devoting herself to the day-to-day training and serving as a teaching assistant, gradually, she no longer looked for that familiar face on every tall woman she passed by; at night, listening to the snoring of her roommates one after another, She will not keep her eyes open until dawn because of the thoughts that are about to overwhelm her; she can hardly remember the cold touch of her lips and fingertips and the curvature of her mouth when she smiled.But now, everything came back, and those enigmatic green eyes immediately aroused a new passion in her heart, and she was willing to spend her whole life pursuing the hidden mystery, even if the answer would make her suffer an eternal curse.

Ella shivered, not knowing whether it was from the cold or from her suppressed desire.She took a step back, wanting to go to a shallower place, but her back hit a warm flesh and blood body.

Niyaf unknowingly took off her armor, rolled up her trouser legs, leaving only a thin tight shirt on her upper body, and took Ella into her arms.Ella looked up at her, wondering what she was thinking.Hope we're thinking the same thing, she thought, can I have that much hope?

"You... aren't you cold?" Ella said, finding her teeth chattering.

"I've been used to this temperature for a long time, and I'm worried about you." Niyaf said, "Look at you, your lips are purple from the cold."

They stayed in this position for a while without speaking.Ella always felt that Niyaf was cold all over her body. Now, standing in the cold spring water, she realized how precious this warmth was, and she didn't want to leave for even half a step.Even on a tundra where snow falls all year round and where even the most tenacious trees cannot root into the permafrost that never melts, as long as you can stay by this person's side every day, it seems that you will no longer be afraid of the cold wind.It didn't take long for Ella to warm up, not just because she shared Niyaf's body temperature.

With one hand still on her waist, Niyaf stretched out the other to help her wipe off the soot on her body.Where the palm passed by, fair skin appeared, flushed from her touch.Ella's heart is half uneasy and half happy. Is such happiness allowed?

Soon, Ella becomes almost sexual.Embarrassed, she bent her knees so that the water came up to her chest, hoping that the dots of starlight on the water would hinder Niyaf's undisguised gaze.

Neyaf smiled. "It's okay, it's not like I haven't seen naked bodies before."

"But I'm not used to being watched!"

"Sooner or later, you have to get used to it," she said, squatting down, scooping up a handful of water and gently pouring it on Ella's hair, "you have to get used to the cold too."

"what?"

Niyaf wiped off the last bit of black on Ella's head in silence, stood up with a clatter, then grabbed Ella's shoulder and pulled her upwards, hugging her tightly.Ella knew that as long as she tried her best, she could break free.She doesn't know if she made the right choice, but she doesn't want to break free.

"I have made a decision," Niyaf said, "when I learned that your life might be in danger, I made a decision: If you survive this time, I will keep you by my side, no matter what Don't give up. Even if I may be cursed by the people and kicked out of the throne by them, but these are nothing compared to never seeing you."

Niyaf let go of Ella and looked directly at her face with seriousness in her eyes. "What about you? Tell me I'm not wishful thinking."

Earlier, in the face of the dragon's trial, Ella had let the gods decide her fate.Fate allowed her to survive, let her see the person she missed so much again, and let her know that the person had the same feelings as herself.Yeah, if it wasn't for fate, why would she fall so hopelessly in love with a stranger at first sight?

Ella looked at those eyes that were richer than emeralds, shinier than stars, and deeper than puzzles, and she didn't know what else to say besides repeating "I love you" over and over again.

But before she finished speaking for the third time, Niyaf's lips covered her face.Ella actively responded to her request, only to get a glimpse of the mystery hidden deep in her body and heart.

Ella awoke in a meadow shaded by canopy trees, wrapped only in a green cloak.Niyaf put her elbows on the ground, lay on her side with her head propped up, and was looking at her with a smile.The sunlight fell on her mottled through the branches and leaves, giving people an illusion of translucency.

Ella smiled at her, thinking she must look stupid. "Have you been awake long?"

"Ah."

"What are you thinking?"

"I wish time could stop at this moment. What about you?"

"The first time I saw you," Ella held out a hand, twisting her light-blond hair around her fingers, "you had some marigolds on your hair. Now that I think about it, I used to I just saw that kind of flower in my dream, in an abandoned garden..." She stopped, not daring to mention the woman in her dream.

Niyaf put her hand on the back of Ella's. "The garden? Yes, we, all the elves, dream of it. It was the lost Tirna Nyug, the elves' capital, but no one knows where it is. Maybe it is as glorious as it was then, maybe it is It has long been buried in the ground by the wind and sand, and only exists in the dreams of elves. Some people dream of its streets, some dream of the palace, and some dream of gardens like you, but all those who are confused by dreams set foot to find Tyr None of the pilgrims on the Nanyug journey could find it."

"Do you believe it still exists?"

"It's just a dream, isn't it? The elves need something to repose their long-lost pride, and that's why Tirna Nyug haunts their dreams. But I care more about the treasure in front of me than the lost capital ..." As she spoke, she leaned over and pressed a kiss on Ella's forehead.

"Okay," Niyaf stood up and handed a stack of clothes to Ella, "put it on."

"Where did it come from?"

"Just 'borrowed' from the villa down the hill."

Ella hid in the cloak and changed with difficulty. She didn't want Niyaf to see her nakedness in such a well-lit place. "It's fine if you leave your post without permission. If your people know that the queen of the elf country actually stole clothes for me, they will definitely eat me alive."

"Don't worry, I won't let them do this." Niyaf smiled slyly as if thinking of something, "I have a plan, maybe they can accept you. You are willing to take a risk for me ?"

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