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The sky hadn't completely brightened yet, and Dolores was still curled up in the quilt.

Van Gogh sneaked in through the crack of the door with a pack of milk candy in his mouth.

With a flick of his tail, he closed the door, walked to the bed with silent steps, put his front paws on the edge of the bed, and sniffed Dolores' face with the plastic package in his mouth.

The rustling sound of plastic rubbing against her ears, Van Gogh simply threw a bag of sugar beside her pillow, and began to push Dolores' cheek with his wet nose persistently.

She finally had to wake up, and opened her eyes helplessly to meet Van Gogh's hairy face.

"Meow!"

Van Gogh let out a cry of joy, indicating to her that there was still a big bag of toffee beside her pillow.

"Hey...good morning..."

Dolores yawned and muttered.

She patted Van Gogh on the head, then reached out to grab it to the side.

"What's this?? Extra thick toffee—oh, you're not going to find Patton's stock again somewhere?"

She shook the extra-large bag of milk candies, and paused speechlessly under Van Gogh's expectant and excited eyes.

Van Gogh urged her: "Meow!—"

Dolores let out a long sigh, but reached out to unpack the package.

'Wow—' She used too much force, the whole package burst open, and small pieces of toffee were immediately scattered on the bed.

Van Gogh was happy, and with a meow, he lowered his head to pick it up, and with his paws laboriously dug open the candy wrapper, put the toffee in his mouth and smashed it twice.

Satisfied, he turned around and walked to the door, opened the door handle with his claws, and walked out briskly.

"Don't forget to close the door!!"

Dolores reminded loudly, and then there was a click of the lock on the door as she wished.

She lay lazily on the bed and was unwilling to move. After stretching under the quilt, she still chose to lie on the bed wrapped in the quilt and look at the top of the bed curtain.

She was in a daze for a while, then out of boredom, she stretched out her hand from the warm blanket and grabbed a handful of toffee.

Huddled in the quilt and peeling off the candy wrapper, Dolores stuffed several toffees into her mouth in one breath.

The rich sweet aroma of milk spread in her mouth, which made her feel a little better.

She had a sad expression since she woke up, so she was not so depressed.

Suddenly there was a strange noise from the balcony, and she immediately turned her head to look.

A figure flashed outside the half-covered curtains. Peter stood outside the window, stepping in the snow wearing slippers, rubbing his arms and carefully knocking on the window.

Dolores' bad mood miraculously disappeared the moment she saw him.

She hugged the quilt and leaned on her side, beckoning to him quickly.

Peter showed her a bright smile outside the window, then quickly opened the window, and walked into the room quickly, breathing in the air.

He was wearing a woolen sweater, closed the window behind his back and smiled at her: "Good morning."

Dolores fell back on the bed, looked at him, and smiled at him involuntarily, "Morning."

Peter walked to the bed, looked down at her lazily huddled under the quilt, his eyes flickered slightly: "You... what are you eating?"

Dolores's lips moved, her cheeks puffed up, and she smiled: "The toffee brought by Van Gogh."

She reached out to him, and as soon as Peter took him, she immediately pulled him to sit on the side of the bed, a little embarrassed.

Her hand was warm and soft in his palm, and the warmth was immediately transmitted along the skin.

In fact, he felt a little uncomfortable as soon as he came in, because after a night in the room, it seemed as if the heating had filled every inch of the enclosed air with the smell of her body. He had the feeling of being completely surrounded.

This is a girl's room...

Peter thought uncomfortably in his heart, he just wanted to see how Dolores was doing, but he didn't expect that she hadn't gotten up yet.

Peter has never been in a relationship, so naturally he and Dolores are not sure about the limits of him and Dolores, holding hands, hugging and kissing, it's all natural.

Is it not good for him to just walk in?

He just felt that the morning was ambiguously continuing the night, and it was a bit inexplicable, which made people blush and heartbeat.

There was only light from half of the windows in the room, and the light was a bit dim. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Peter seemed to be able to smell the good smell on her body, which made his heart beat a little faster.

Dolores was still unwilling to wake up. She looked at Peter, feeling very peaceful and comfortable, and no one came to disturb her in the early morning.

So she obeyed her own will and wanted to get closer, so she held his hand tightly, interlocked her fingers, and rubbed his fingers with her fingertips, which was still not enough.

So she shrank back, lifted the quilt and patted her side with the other hand.

"Lie down with me for a while."

She said softly, with a frank and natural tone, but Peter's face suddenly burned, and his whole body became stiff.

Before he hesitated enough, Dolores had already pulled his hand and pulled him down very naturally, leaning his upper body against the soft pillow and bedding.

The distance suddenly narrowed, and Peter became even more flustered, but he didn't show it at all. He lay down on the bed silently, and then watched as Dolores put the quilt on his shoulders.

He didn't take off his shoes, and his calves and feet were placed obediently outside the bed.

OMG! !

Peter smelled a more intense warm scent in the bed, mixed with a sweet, mouth-drying toffee smell.

He was slumped in the soft bedding, stiff as a robot.

He tried to hold his breath so that he wouldn't look too excited, he just didn't want Dolores to find out that he was out of his mind.

Controlling his breathing, Peter just stared at Dolores who was close at hand.

She didn't think there was any problem with this at all, she wanted to get close to Peter, so she did so frankly.

As soon as Peter was lying down, she smiled, as if very content.

Dolores smashed the toffee in her mouth, moved in the bed, moved herself into Peter's arms, held his hand confidently, and hugged him under the blanket with the other hand.

She rubbed against his neck reassuringly, her cheek pressed tightly against his soft woolen sweater.

Dolores didn't notice at all that Peter's face was completely red like a tomato, and his eyes were flickering with excitement, not knowing where to look.

Peter tried his best to calm down and think, okay, no problem, she is going through a difficult time, and now she just wants to be alone with herself for a while.

Lie down with her, this is what a boyfriend should do.

However, this atmosphere was too exciting for Peter, and the ambiguous body temperature was entangled, and he felt that he was a little unbearable.

After enjoying the reassuring feeling of hugging Peter quietly, Dolores suddenly spoke.

"They say I'm getting younger every day."

Peter's brain cooled slightly as if a basin of ice water had been poured on it, he organized his words, and then said slowly: "Maybe Loki can think of a way."

He hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand and slowly hugged her lower back, the warmth of the skin passed through the pajamas to his palm.

Dolores whispered, "I don't know."

She sighed for a long time, then buried her face in his chest, and hummed, "What if I can't stop getting smaller?"

No one knows what will happen to this shrinking of at least one year every day until the end.

Peter wished he had never seen The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.

His heart sank slowly, and the throbbing before disappeared without a trace.

He silently took a deep breath, sniffing the sweetness of toffee, he hugged Dolores a little tighter, her soft body was pressed against her quietly, and she radiated like a little sun in his arms. Ironing temperature.

He is willing to do anything to change this situation.

Dolores was at a loss in her heart, and under the confusion was a very tormenting panic.

She was actually really worried about what would happen in the end.

"Hey, forget about it."

Peter whispered in her ear, and she felt as if he had kissed the top of her head.

"I won't let this happen, I swear, there must be a solution."

She raised her head and looked into his eyes all at once.

Peter's gentle warm brown pupils were full of firmness, reflecting her face cleanly.

The two of them stared at each other quietly for a while, not knowing who started it first, and the distance was shortened again.

Peter kissed her almost eagerly, and the sweet toffee in his mouth was quickly melted by the high temperature, spreading in each other's mouths.

Dolores lay in his arms, holding his cheeks, and soon blushed.

She realized, out of breath, that putting Peter on her bed wasn't a very good decision.

The kissing of the two young people is not very skilled, but it is like two groups of flames that are gradually burning.

When Peter came back to his senses, he was already on the brink of extreme danger.

His heart seemed to be about to pop out of his chest, and he was covered in the quilt with a fine sweat.

His hands rested on Dolores' pillow, her soft blonde hair entwined between his fingers, yet he could still see her pink skin and collarbone through the neckline of her pajamas, and Dolores had roses on her face. The same color, the lips are hot and soft, like ice cream about to melt.

Her emerald green eyes looked at herself with wet eyes, looking very innocent.

Dolores was panting heavily, she panicked and looked away from him, a little sweat dripped from the tip of her nose.

She felt that her hands seemed to be shaking, and she would know what the situation was after a little sobriety.

They both seem to be going a little too far.

Kissing in bed is not a good idea! ! !

The two looked at each other in a very tacit understanding, maintaining this posture and taking a deep breath to calm down.

Thinking about getting up and facing other people for a while, the faces of the adults flashed in the minds of the two of them one by one, and the spark of enthusiasm in adolescence quickly cooled down.

Dolores' face turned redder, and she tried to struggle out of his arms. As soon as Peter noticed her movement, he immediately moved away from her with his face flushed and flustered.

She immediately lifted the quilt and walked quickly into the bathroom.

"Well, I'm going to wash up..."

"of course."

Peter swallowed, and calmly watched her back as she walked into the bathroom.

He got up quickly and ran up to the balcony nimbly, and fled back to his room with trembling hands and feet in the cold outdoor air.