"Anything is fine."
Either way...
Wei Mier was choked and took three steps at a time to come to him.
"Then...give it to me."
Taking the bag from Luo Wei's hand, she walked towards the bathroom, then suddenly stopped, turned around and said uncertainly: "Then...do I want to take a shower?"
Luo Wei: "..."
"Whatever, I don't mind."
Seeing the other person holding the bag on his chest and entering the bathroom, Luo Wei sighed and began to look around the girl's room.
Although she had been here twice, she had never looked carefully before. Judging from the way she was pursuing perfection and asking him everything, she might not be able to get out of the bathroom for an hour.
In the room, the decoration and layout were as warm and lovely as ever, with a large pink bed and dressing table, and a hanging bear doll. It was obvious that there should be no similar toy production in Hong Kong Town, and I don’t know where she ordered it from. of.
There was a sweet scent in the air, which undoubtedly came from her. It was a scent that she was very familiar with. It smelled relaxing and soft.
Luo Wei walked to the desk and half-read the open fairy tale book. He roughly glanced at the page. It said that the princess and a grass were blown into the sky and the sea by the strong wind in order to avoid the prince's pursuit. It was in her style. Somewhat like.
Go back to the cover and look at it - "Silly Princess and Happy Grass", and it's true as expected.
A lot of information can be obtained by observing a person's living environment. These traces spread over time constitute her whole body. Every bit of it makes people can't help but think about the mood she had in doing all this. .
Luo Wei knew about her birth and her future, but he knew little about her upbringing. Looking at it now, she was really a silly, cute and soft girl.
Her daily worries are probably why those scenes and coincidences in fairy tales are not available in reality...
Unconsciously smiling, Rowe opened the drawer and placed a not-too-thick hand-bound book on the top.
It says--
Girl's Magic: Fifth Edition.
By Martha.
Luo Wei: "..."
I saw something interesting. If my guess is correct, this is her strategy book.
Take it out without hesitation and turn to the first page.
"The first principle of magic: don't be pretentious, use your heart, and be yourself."
"As long as you have a soft heart, ignorance and clumsiness can also be used as weapons."
…
As the pages turned, Luo Wei continued reading unknowingly.
It mainly teaches girls how to take advantage of their own weaknesses and use small movements of their body and eyes to conquer the other person's heart. It's quite true.
However, Vermeer seemed to lack the courage to use most of the tricks inside. Perhaps she felt that it violated the first principle of not being pretentious.
However, when he turned to the last page, Luo Wei's face quickly darkened.
"The last principle of girl's magic: In an emergency, all principles are bullshit! Come on!"
"..."
When Vermeer saw this sentence, she might have doubted the entire content of the book that she had carefully read before.
Continuing to search in the drawer, Luo Wei soon found a photo album, which was not taken by a magic camera, but a magic image.
There are photos of Vermeer in various stages of her growth. It doesn’t take much to figure out that it was recorded by Bishop Monica. There are also many photos of the two of them.
"I was quite silly when I was little..."
Luo Wei couldn't help but smile, and suddenly had the idea of pinching her face back to that time. He was also very dazed watching the butterflies alone in the wilderness.
As time goes by, she becomes more and more beautiful, but the clear foolishness in her eyes is always there, and you can even recognize her just by looking at her eyes.
If this world is just a game, why does it record such clear fragments of the past? It's as if every minute and every second is real, rather than a set set.
Turning to the bottom, Luo Wei found a diary, along with various medals she had received in the church.
Previous diary?
After hesitating for a few seconds, he chose to open it.
"May 27, 1209 in the continental calendar: I'm so happy! I finally passed the magic theory class today and successfully used water magic~ I didn't disappoint Bishop Monica (＾Ｏ＾)"
"January 10, 1210, continental calendar: I'm a little sad today. Although I used high-level magic, it was out of control. The reason is that I have too much magic power. Am I actually not suitable for learning magic?"
She didn't write in her diary every day. She only wrote when she was in a good or sad mood, and it was also very brief.
Rowe quickly rolled to the back.
"August 27, 1218: I was so angry! That person actually called me an exhibitionist!!! My first kiss was taken away like this!!"
Ah……
It turns out that I have the latest one. I deliberately put the diary at the bottom because I was afraid that I would see it.
"October 12, 1218: Listen to Martha... I put honey on my legs... He... Oooh, it's so embarrassing!"
"October 19, 1218: I slapped the angel on this day. Did I...really treat him like Martha said..."
"October 20, 1218: He won the elite championship! I'm so happy! It's indeed a circle sword!"
"November 5, 1218: Hmm... I came back from the Wailing Mountains. Athetana is so gentle. There is something really strange about boys..."
Luo Wei was slightly startled. He felt that the frequency of recording recently was a little too high. He was about to close the diary when a simple drawing fell out.
Above are two stick figures——
One of them was licking his feet.
Luo Wei: "..."
Putting the diary back, Luo Wei shook his head and smiled.
His eyes happened to glance at her wardrobe. After squinting, he stood up and walked over.
…
Two hours later.
Luo Wei was dozing off. He propped his head on the edge of the bed and woke up. He rubbed his eyes in a daze.
What's going on? Why haven't you come out yet?
He had almost searched the room, but there was no movement in the bathroom.
This made him frown and walk to the door.
"Are you in there?"
"Hey!" Vermeer's exclamation came from inside through the door panel.
"...Are you fishing in there?"
"Oh... no, this dress is too..." Vermeer stood in front of the mirror by the door, her eyes almost turning into spinning circles.
Luo Wei shrugged, "I think it's still far from what I want."
Vermeer: "!!?"
Luo Wei's original plan was to wear a fallen angel maid costume.
But the top tailor brought by Lovely is a serious high-end designer in the kingdom. It was almost at his forced request that he constantly adjusted and renovated the maid uniform. The final result was more similar to the type of clothing that increases attack speed. It is a dress, even if it is actually worn to a royal dinner, it will be fine.
But this guy...
Thinking about it, she usually wears strict church robes, and the most open-minded one is the orc princess dress. I'm afraid she won't be able to accept the backless dress.
"If you can't accept it, just say it or change it. I have been in a daze for so long. Is it a competition to see who is the champion of staying up late?"
"Well……"
Seeing that she was still hesitating, Luo Wei shook his head and said, "Change back and come out, don't lock her up in there."
Wow.
The door opened with a sound.
Vermeer panted violently and appeared behind the door, her hands tightly clasped against her chest, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Luo Wei: "..."
The white outer skirt of the maid uniform was removed, leaving only the black inner skirt, which was hung on the shoulders by thin suspenders of the same color. She wore a white maid headband on her head, decent lace armbands on her left and right arms, and around her neck. The big bow can barely cover part of the scenery.
"Your hair and eyes?"
Luo Wei was stunned for a moment. The golden color in her hair had faded, and her pupils had changed from brown to almost silver-grey. She had a calm aura, but she could still be recognized at a glance.
"I...I think this color matches this outfit better, isn't it appropriate?"
"No...no way."
I'm afraid it's because of the magic ointment or magic that changes the color.
At this moment, she stood there, like a bright pearl in the world, exuding a noble but gentle temperament. Under such shining brilliance, Luo Wei found that he could not look away for a moment.
The blush on her face slowly faded, and Vermeer breathed slowly and tremblingly, lowered her hands, pursed her lips, and looked calm, looking at him with gentle and calm eyes.
Luo Wei: "..."
"What, what's wrong? Isn't it appropriate?" she asked.
"No, I'm afraid I can't find any reason to be picky."
"Hmm...is this a compliment?" the girl said uncertainly.
"certainly."
Luo Wei didn't intend to stare directly at her. Now she was extremely sensitive to sight, which was evident from the hand she was desperately trying to cover up.
He couldn't help but smile.
Wasn't she using the girl's magic from beginning to end?
"I...I have something to say!" Wei Mier suddenly said seriously.
Luo Wei lowered his head slightly and made a listening gesture.
She opened her mouth several times in a row, but it was stuck every time. After several attempts to speak but stopped, she grabbed his arm.
"You, sit down first!"
Pulling up a chair in front of the desk and sitting down, Vermeer hesitated for a moment, then sat on the bed with her legs folded.
After taking a few more deep breaths, she lowered her head and looked at her fingers: "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Luo Wei rubbed the corners of his eyes sadly.
"It doesn't matter whether you are stupid or not, but if you have been laying the groundwork for a long time just to ask this, then I will turn on the power."
Vermeer: "..."
After curling her lips and looking at him, the girl lowered her head and continued:
"At least that's what the nuns and priests around me said before."
"They all said that if I continue like this, I will suffer a big loss one day. Bishop Monica also sighs from time to time because of some of my handling methods."
"I didn't understand what it meant to suffer a big loss before, until I met you..."
"Huh -?" Luo Wei's hand was already on the power generation end.
"No, no, at least wait until I finish speaking..." Wei Mili paused and shrank her neck, "I thought so too at first. I was ashamed but didn't dare to tell Bishop Monica. Maybe in this life It would be ruined, it would let down everyone’s expectations, and it would be in vain for Bishop Monica to raise me for so long.”
"But... I don't know since when, I seem to have begun to think that this loss is not too bad..."
She gave a nostalgic smile as she recalled the past.
"I don't know why, I fantasize unrealistically:"
"I deserve to be loved, and I am qualified to know what love is."
"I'm starting to want to be around you, and I want you to know that..."
The girl lowered her head as she spoke, not noticing that the man had already stood up from the chair.
"Even if the status is not equal, I hope that it will never end, and it will never end, no matter where in the world, no matter how much time passes."
"I want to tell you, Lovie Brook, I...um!!"
Warm lips pressed against hers, and his fingers gently caressed her smooth back.
The turbulence in his heart replaced everything, and his arms climbed up to his neck, matching his strong desire and asking for this kiss.
"..."
"..."
"..."
They separated slightly, and the girl's eyes were filled with sparkling light, and the love in them seemed to overflow.
"I want to tell you, Lovie Brook, I like you and it's great to meet you!"
She had accumulated a whole round of emotions of world destruction, and responded to her feelings with actions at this moment.
Vermeer's face turned slightly red and she pushed his chest with her hand.
"This time..."
"Can you not cover my eyes?"
With pictures, my AI evolved last night...
(End of chapter)
