Tomorrow's Ark, please don't die

"Then imagine me as an object!"

Angelina swallowed.

......

Fiatina was on her way back to her room.

She felt that she was too passive, which was not good.

Is it appropriate to run away in a panic just after being kissed by Shirtel?

This is not appropriate.

I have grown up and become a lot stronger, and I don't even get dizzy when using Originium skills.

Yes, I can do it.

Fiatina pushed the door open.

Shirtel seemed to have just finished eating parfait, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and turned his head when he heard the sound of the door opening.

The corners of the mouth rise.

"Good afternoon, do you want to sleep for a while?"

Shirtel lifted the quilt and invited Fia Tina to join her under the quilt.

Fiatina groaned.

Shirtel must want to make himself shy, the more so, the less he can be shy, and he has to show his strong side.

She raised her head, trying to overwhelm Shirtel with her aura.

The quilt looked very warm, so Fiatina slipped into the quilt, Shirtel's arms skillfully embraced Fiatina, obviously just had such a big cup of parfait, but Shirter's body Yet it remained comfortably warm.

"Fia."

Shirtle's voice came from above his head.

Fiatina raised her head and saw a pair of smiling lavender eyes looking at her gently.

I don't know since when, Shirtel's eyes are no longer afraid of the halo on Fiatina's head.

Fia Tina shrank subconsciously into Shirtel's arms.

"what."

The girl murmured, the sound was slightly like a mosquito flapping its wings near her ear, but Shirtel could still hear the girl's words clearly, she stretched out a hand, and lifted the girl's somewhat messy bangs.

"I still want parfait."

"?"

Fiatina raised her head.

She showed a dissatisfied expression, stretched out her hand, and pressed her palm on Shirtel's forehead.

"What are you doing?"

Shirter was slightly puzzled.

"See if you have a fever, otherwise why would you say such stupid things? Do you know how many ice creams you ate today?"

"Three, including Buffy."

"Buffy tops three!"

Fiatina couldn't help reaching out her hand and knocking on Shirtel's head.

She made the parfait herself, so how could she not know the weight of it?

Sylter ate too much ice cream today... Speaking of which, has she had lunch yet?

"I can survive on ice cream."

Probably guessing Fiatina's thoughts, Shirtel turned his face slightly and muttered.

"no--!"

Fiatina purposely made her voice very long. She forced herself out of Shirtel's arms, supported her body with one hand, raised an index finger with the other hand, and swayed slightly,

"Ice cream is not to be eaten as a meal, you will eat your body to pieces."

"Ice cream and rice end up in the stomach, what's the difference?" Shirtel blinked.

"Ah this."

Fiatina thought, isn't this normal thinking?They all understand the reasoning, but when it comes to the reasoning, Fiatina couldn't explain why for a while.

"Improper diet can cause gastrointestinal dysfunction, cold food can easily cause a series of symptoms such as colds... All in all, no way is no way."

Stuart raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then, she nodded obediently.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"Then you have to eat three meals a day, and you can't eat ice cream too often in the future."

"it is good."

"You should also take a proper amount of rest, and get up and exercise more when you have nothing to do."

"it is good."

"...that's it?"

"that's it."

Shirtel gently stroked Fia Tina's head, the white hair between the halo and the demon was silky and smooth,

"It's enough for me to just rely on you, isn't that good?"

"Okay, of course."

Fiatina blushed slightly.

She wanted to run away subconsciously, and finally left a sentence in a panic, "Don't think that you won by doing this."

Fortunately, she is not some good-for-nothing demon who thinks a fork is the strongest and most unreasonable weapon, she has grown up!

So she replied seriously, nodded seriously, and put her hands on Shirtel's waist.

"It's a good thing to follow the doctor's advice. Miss Shirtle still needs to work hard."

"puff."

Stuart let out a chuckle.

With sudden force in her hands, she grabbed Fiatina tightly, and pulled the position that Fiatina had just moved closer.

Fia Tina was taken aback by her, smacked her lips, and shouted with some dissatisfaction,

"What are you doing!"

"sleep."

"I'm just taking a break, I have to make dinner later!"

"Then take a rest."

Shirtel held Fiatina tightly and closed his eyes slightly.

pat-

"Fia! Are you in there? Where's my cake?"

The door of the room was opened suddenly, and Laplande happily called Fiatina's name, just in time to meet this scene, and his happy face became even more excited.

"That's it?"

Laplande said loudly.

There were some noisy voices outside again, and Fiatina vaguely heard Warfarin calling Susulo to follow her.

"What are you thinking! Don't be shy!"

Fiatina hurriedly got out of Shirtel's arms, her figure flashed in front of Laplande, and she knocked on Laplande's head without hesitation.

"I just took a break so I didn't get caught!"

"If you don't do it, you don't do it. Why do you do it?"

Laplande covered his head, pursed his mouth aggrievedly.

It's not that she didn't react, but she suppressed the muscle memory of hitting Fiatina with a backhand, so that she froze in place for a while.

Well, you are the doctor who treats me, so you have the final say.

Fia Tina pushed Laplande out of the room,

"I'll make you a cake, you go to the living room and wait!"

After all, he looked back at Shirtel.

Shirtel nodded slightly to her, and Fiatina closed the door.

After Fia Tina left, Shirtel licked her red lips.

Phew... I'm a little unwilling to let the big meal run away.

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

"Is this the priest from Lateran?"

"Yes."

Kesche sat on the sofa with a faint smile on his face.

"You met them—or you met one of them, remember that purple-haired Sakota?"

"You've grown a lot."

The female voice in the shadows sighed.

"Thanks to you."

Kesche picked up the coffee in front of him with a smile and took a sip.

It's espresso.

Triple-concentrated coffee.

A bitter taste blooms on the taste buds.

Kosche raised his head, glanced at the woman in the shadow, and finished his coffee without changing his expression.

"You have brought me more surprises than your father."

"I am very honored."

The smile on Kosher's face remained unchanged.

"Ah."

The woman smiled meaningfully.

"It's up to you to receive them next, I have other things to do."

"No problem, 'Grandma'."

......

Fiametta followed behind Anna somewhat uneasy.

Baroque-style buildings stand in front of you, with graceful patterns carved on the walls.

This is not the government of Syracuse.

Senior Anna said that he was going to find people from the "family", and Fiameta was a little uneasy.

"Senior Anna, don't we really want to discuss with Lemuan and the others?"

Fiametta is doing the final struggle.