"Um?"
Mag was stunned for a moment, feeling that he had heard something wrong just now.
"I invite you in the middle of the night. There must be some script that we need to read together. As a clean and honest gentleman, at this time..." Mag looked at herself in the mirror after taking a shower and putting on a sexy floral shirt. The half-buttoned shirt, the looming breasts and eight-pack abs, the semi-wet hair with a bit of messy sexiness, the melancholy eyes...
Eh?
Didn’t I say that I was a gentleman?
Why is the change of clothes so natural? It's like it's been prepared for a long time.
Mag stood up straight, buttoned up his shirt, and combed his hair like an adult. Looking at his sanctimonious self in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh. No matter how serious he was, he still made those ignorant girls want him. What a great uncle who throws himself into his arms.
There is no way, things like appearance are not something he can control casually.
"By the way, system, do you have anything here?" Mag suddenly remembered something.
"Seven times a night?"
"What the hell is that thing? Do I look like someone who needs to use that kind of thing?"
"Now there are rumors out there that you can't do it."
"Who is spreading rumors? I wonder if rumors have been criminalized now?"
"But telling the truth is not illegal." The system retorted.
"roll!"
Mag still bought an industrial textile technology book from the system, and then took the book to the next room.
Mag opened the familiar bedroom door, coughed slightly before entering, and then walked in.
Irina was not in the room, and there was the sound of water running from the bedroom next to her.
"Huh?" Mag's eyebrows raised slightly, a very familiar rhythm. Shouldn't he forget to bring his bath towel next?
"Give me the bath towel." Sure enough, as soon as the sound of water stopped, the bathroom door opened a crack, and Irina's voice sounded.
"Okay." Mag stood up, picked up the bathrobe placed aside and walked towards the bathroom, but couldn't help but curse in her heart: "Come on, girl, you are a tenth-level magician, you can just do a water removal spell." , there’s no need for a bathrobe.”
Of course, Mag naturally wouldn't say such words. After all, girls are shy. If they want something to happen, but they can't let themselves be too active, they will always show something that seems stupid. Behavior.
Mag handed the bathrobe to the crack of the door and was about to say something like: How about we wash it together... something like that.
The bathrobe disappeared, and then the bathroom door was tightly closed again. The jade hand that he expected to reach out of the bathroom and pull him in did not appear.
"Uh?" Mag touched his nose in embarrassment. It seemed that he was thinking too much.
Soon, Irina, who was wearing a fairy dress and pajamas, walked out of the bathroom. She waved her hand and her wet hair dried. She looked at Mag who was sitting on the chair next to the bed and said, "I have already spread the news, but I’m not sure how many elves will respond.”
"Helena may use the whole family's strength to set up a trap against you and me. Every territory must be empty of strength. Such an opportunity will not happen again. The night elves in the Wind Forest must also know it." Mag's face He said easily: "Helena wants to give us a surprise, and I hope the surprise we give her will be bigger."
Irina walked to the bed and sat down, then leaned against the bed lazily, looking at Mag with a pair of blue eyes, and said with a slight smile: "Your bed is occupied by two little guys. Where are you going to sleep tonight?"
"Speaking of which, this is my bed." Mag looked at Irina and asked with a smile: "I wonder when you are going to return half of it to me?"
Irina's ears turned a little red when she was stared at by Mag. She snorted softly and said, "The bed is mine, you sleep on the floor."
"It's so unforgivable..." Mag sighed in his heart, but what could he do? He couldn't beat him again and again. Even if he could beat him, could he really dare to fail?
I had no choice but to spread out the floor that had been put away before, and lay down on the floor in an orderly manner.
With floor heating and a thick mattress, sleeping on the floor is actually not uncomfortable at all, but it feels a bit strange psychologically.
"Good night, then." Mag said and gently turned off the light.
"Yeah." Irina responded.
The room was quiet, with half-open curtains and moonlight streaming in.
Mag closed his eyes and tried his best to relax, but his heart was beating rapidly and he couldn't calm down and sleep.
This was the first time they slept in the same room together. Although they didn't sleep on the same bed, they could feel each other's breathing rate.
It's a very amazing feeling.
He knew she wasn't asleep either, because he could feel her breathing rate increasing,
Irina turned her head and looked in Mag's direction, her face showing a bit of displeasure, and she was secretly annoyed in her heart, "Is this piece of wood really sleeping on the ground?"
Mag started to hypnotize himself: "They just felt sorry for me that I didn't have a place to sleep, so they just gave me a bunk on the floor. Go to sleep quickly...sleep..."
Just when Mag was about to fall asleep, a few rustling sounds suddenly came from his ears, and then a soft and warm body appeared in his arms, followed by a faint fragrance.
"Eh?" Mag was stunned for a moment before he realized that she seemed to have gotten into his bed and into his arms.
At this time, there are usually two options.
1. Push the other person away, and then tell her seriously that you are not a casual person and you can't do this to me.
2. Hold the other person, let something happen naturally, and then let her take responsibility.
As an adult, Mag naturally hugged her gently, her body soft but plump, as if it were made of water.
"Do you think we will die?" Irina said softly.
Mag stopped her hand, was silent for a while, and whispered in her ear: "Yes, but not now."
The corners of Irina's mouth turned up, revealing a bright smile, and she leaned comfortably on the solid chest, "It's still so warm."
"Because, this heart is still hot for you." Mag's hand slowly tightened and he slowly hugged her tightly.
All distracting thoughts disappeared at this moment. He just wanted to hold her like this, quietly and tightly, and everything seemed to be very beautiful.
"Nasty." Irina said with some disgust, pressing her slightly red cheek against his chest. Listening to the hot beating heart and the hot temperature, she couldn't hide the smile on her face.
…
It really only costs 998 per box...
A line of words the size of a grain of rice slowly floated through Mag's mind...
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