Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Early in the morning, Wilmer received Bobby's hug.

The broad arms and palms greeted him on his back.

As Bobby looked back and forth, he almost threw all the good words he had learned all his life to Wilmer.

Seeing Wilmer being warmly greeted by the elders, Holly, who served fried dumplings on the table, was extremely jealous.

"When you met me back then, you whipped my ass with a sword; when you see Wilmer today, is he a 'good boy'?"

Bobby glanced sideways at Holly, continued to pat Wilmer's body, and nodded from time to time.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back safely... Hmph, if you can have half of Wilmer's success during the few days you went to the Knights of Light, how can I beat you?"

"The vinegar for fried dumplings today is very strong." Wilmer interjected.

Hawley choked, and his eyes met Wilmer's red eyes with a faint smile.

The old and the small gang blocked him in one go, and they had a tacit understanding than intergenerational relatives.

Eat with hot soup and hot dishes, and chatter on the table; the warm-colored interior furnishings make people feel as if soaked in hot milk tea, comfortable and cozy.

Wilmer watched the back of Bobby going out - this swordsman who was over half a century old was still strong and strong; when he saw it now, there were a few fine lines around his eyes.The white hair on the temples, like snowfall in winter, extended wider.

The imprint of time is engraved on everyone.

He traced the outline of Holly's side face, taking into his eyes the high nose bridge and the occasional plump lips that were revealed when chewing food.

Holly has changed a lot, but it is almost the same as in countless dreams.

"When you have nothing else to do, go out and buy some clothes with me." Holly bit off half of a fried dumpling, the browned bottom made a crisp sound, and the juice from the meat dripped down the chopsticks.

Wilmer changed his gaze slightly, and when Holly turned his head, the dark red pupils that met him no longer flickered with other emotions.

"Not enough clothes?"

"Uh...that's it." Holly's eyes drifted a little.He didn't know what to say, the matter was really embarrassing, "You'll know when the time comes."

"It's Boss Hawley!" The deer-headed lady boss of the tailor shop came, dragging her skirt.

She folded her slender brown hands and put them on her chest: "The shop opens two candles early today, and I'm waiting for you to come."

Since the business of Holly Paper came out and a group of employees were recruited, her shop has benefited from this big customer.Guests need to be treated well, the boss of Lushou prepared hot tea early in the morning and invited them to the inner room.

"Are you bringing your friends here today?" Boss Lushou lifted the curtain, turned his face slightly, and happened to see the face under the cloak.

She was so shocked that her breath became stagnant, and the heels of her shoes were almost unsteady.

"This is my brother." Holly stepped into the room, blocking the noise outside.The area inside was small, so at least no one else was present.

"Wilmer Yeoman." Wilmer nodded politely, announced his name, and followed Holly.

Boss Lu Shou held his beating heart with one hand. After experiencing an unhappy marriage, his heart had been paralyzed for many years, and now he felt the long-lost throbbing again.

Of course she knew that the young man named Wilmer was a junior, so she quickly settled down and turned to appreciate and love like Boss Holly.

"A handsome and beautiful person will always be surrounded by equally beautiful flowers."

Boss Lushou sighed, brought them tea, and then turned over a long and thin soft tape.

"You are also one of them, and the flowers bloom undefeated." Holly responded fluently, throwing the praise back to the boss.

While talking, he was about to pull up his clothes and take off the last top that covered his body, when he was suddenly stopped by a huge force.

Facing Wilmer's astonished gaze, Holly crossed his arms and held the hem of his clothes, either taking them off or letting them go.

"What's the matter, why are you stopping me from taking off my clothes?" He was at a loss.

"...What are you going to do?" Wilmer frowned.

"Measure the size, otherwise how can I ask the boss to make clothes."

"At home..." Wilmer swallowed back the words he was about to blurt.

He suddenly remembered the bad tape measure they threw away when they went out this morning.No wonder the other party made a special trip to the tailor shop.

The size of undressing is very normal, but...

The boss of Lushou finally regained his senses from Holly's "sweet words", and hurriedly smoothed things over: "It's okay, isn't it more convenient here? If there is any adjustment that needs to be made, you can tell it in time."

After all, the boss covered his lips and smiled: "Our Boss Hawley's figure is the most beautiful I have ever seen since I opened a tailor shop in Juta."

"Didn't you tell me yesterday that the chest area is tight? If you put your size outside, you will attract the envy of many girls."

Holly: ...

Holly wanted to run away.

No matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't handle this extremely lethal ridicule.

The boy Wilmer turned his head to look at it, and Holly's chest muscles subconsciously tightened.

Then, as if echoing the boss's words, the slightly deep grooves and ups and downs became more and more obvious.

He tried to make Wilmer look away, but he couldn't speak.Why doesn't this brat let his eyes loose? !There is nothing rare in the neckline...

Holly let go of his crossed hands, his chest muscles stretched instantly, and Wilmer's red eyes darkened.

"Cough...then what, I practiced sword practice."

Unlike Wilmer, whose magic talent wins at the starting line, he can develop into a "main business" with peace of mind; Holly must make use of his strengths and avoid weaknesses-following Bobby to play big swords.

Year by year, with the addition of meat, egg and milk, this chest has become... a bit hard to describe.

Due to the embarrassment and the occasion, Hawley couldn't say it out. In fact, he has also felt tighter in his hips recently.

He didn't remember whether he had the same situation in his previous life. After all, there were knights of all shapes and sizes, and everyone was not surprised.

He tried to use fugue to avoid embarrassment, but it was a pity that Wilmer brought Holly back to reality with a single sentence.

"I'll be fine."

Both Holly and the boss of Lushou were taken aback.

"I'll help you measure." Wilmer raised his eyes, stared at Holly, and said.

……

There are essential oils and incense inside, and every inch of space and every thing in the room is filled with the aroma of lavender.

The fragrance of the flower itself is soft, and Holly felt that he was not in the flower field at this time, but soaked in the warm pool with the fragrance of lavender.

The blood all over his body flowed quickly, pooling in his hands for a while, and rushing to his neck for a while.At this time, along the trace of the soft ruler, it flows to the chest.

A little stuffy, Holly thought.For some reason, everything was normal in the environment, but it made people breathless for no reason.

People are still the same people—he and Wilmer.It's nothing more than they have grown into adults, and it's nothing more than his unilateral "honest meeting".

He always felt that something was wrong.Holly raised his eyes slightly, and bumped into a face that was close at hand.

Wilmer's eyelashes are like down, fine and curled.He lowered his dark red eyes, and there was no abnormality in his expression: he raised the tape measure carefully and carefully.

This made Hawley even more uncomfortable, making it seem like he was the only one who was inexplicably nervous.

He turned his head, not sensitively aware of Wilmer's deep gaze following him for the first time.

On the surface of the tan tape, there is the measurement engraved by the boss of Lushou himself.

It wraps lightly around the skin, then clings tight, eliciting a surge of warm water.

"Don't use too much force." Wilmer said in a low voice, "Otherwise the measurement will be inaccurate."

"You are like this, I can't help it...or I should do it myself."

I don't know where the breathing became hot, and the air was stagnant, and Holly couldn't help but hold his breath for a while.

And Wilmer just glanced at him and continued to bow his head to measure.

...All right, brother pampers you, do what you like.Hawley began to brainwash himself and paralyze the status quo.

After all, Wilmer's hands have been tempered day and night holding the weapon.Although it was as white and slender as it was at first, but now it has some small scars and the roughness of thick calluses.

The rough fingertips brushed against the tender skin intentionally or unintentionally, attracting the frequent bouncing of the warm and soft pool water.

Wilmer seemed to have spent a lot of effort before finally finding the right position, holding Wen Shui to calm down as much as possible.

He pulled the tape measure across Holly's chest.

The force was not strong, and the part where the soft ruler and the skin adhered was still slightly scratched.

Wilmer restrained his breathing, like hiding in a bush, and kept an eye on the prey for a hunt—even though the frequency of the tip of his nose was completely out of order.

Holly's brain was also a mess, he thought that seeing nothing could relieve the abnormality of his brain and body.

He turned his head away, but his mind couldn't help but flashed Wilmer's previous glance.

The blood of the elves, or the parents of Little Skull, have really strong genes.The skin on Wilmer's face is very delicate, and his nose is like a mountain on a snow-capped mountain.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is the most beautiful face Holly has ever seen before counting time travel.

And it is very in line with his aesthetics: there is no lack of softness in the sharpness, and there is a faint sense of delicateness to the extreme.People can't help but want to get started, to cast off that final torture.

...However, in the current situation, it is he who is under pressure.

Holly cleared his throat: "Are you ready?"

"Hmm." Wilmer's voice was hoarse.

Wilmer let go of the tape measure, and at this moment, the back of his hand unintentionally scratched a short rock in the middle of the pool.

The tape measure was instantly grasped in the palm of his hand.

"Gentlemen, have you measured well?" Boss Lu Shou asked from outside the door, and the two separated quickly as if they were burning each other.

"Okay, okay!" Holly put on his shirt, always feeling awkward on his chest.

"Go out." He pushed aside the curtain, and his green pupils drifted towards Wilmer's back.

"Do you want to go directly to the tavern later, or do you want to go to the market first?"

Wilmer turned around, his smile was as clear as ever.This smile seemed to stay on Holly forever.

The strangeness just now disappeared in an instant.

Or buried somewhere in the corner of my heart.

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This writing makes me so happy... At least my brain is so cool (saliva waterfall)