"I see," Roland picked her up by the waist and gently placed her on the bed. This simple action made him panting. Lifting off the thin blanket and turning over onto the bed, Anna leaned over and put her head on his arm.
Next should be... foreplay
He found that he was also nervous, and he couldn't go on like this. As an "experienced" person, he couldn't show his timidity in front of the little girl. Maybe you have to lighten the atmosphere with casual chatting, and then take action, such as... Tell a dirty joke first
Just as he was thinking hard, Anna's soft voice sounded in his ear: "When you pushed me away from the hot air balloon, didn't you think that you might die?"
Roland was stunned. He didn't expect the other party to ask this, "I just did it subconsciously."
"You are the future ruler of Greycastle, and the hope of the witches," she whispered, "I am not worth it."
"It's not a question of whether it's worth it," Roland chuckled, "I can't just watch you get attacked and be indifferent. In fact, I woke up and thought about it, if it didn't happen so suddenly, let I have time to think about it before making a decision, and I will still do it.”
"I can't stop you, can I?"
"Well, no." Roland pinched her nose with the other hand.
Anna's eyelashes drooped down, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Can you tell me your previous story... I want to know more."
"Well, before," Roland sighed. He searched the memory of the fourth prince, and was about to tell two interesting stories about the palace, but he swallowed it again. His past does not belong here, but in a completely different world, "I used to live in a big city, it was big and big."
"Well, the Royal Capital of Graycastle is many times bigger than Border Town."
"After I was born, I was no different from ordinary people. I was a little smart, but not very smart. I studied hard, so I was often praised by teachers, but he didn't know that those graffiti on the classroom walls that were difficult to erase were all I drew it."
"Of course he doesn't dare to blame you." Anna whispered softly.
"Haha, that's not true. He doesn't need to do anything to me, he just has to tell my parents," Roland smiled and shook his head. "At that time, they would never show mercy to me when they taught me."
"And then, with the growth of age, my teachers kept changing, from junior teachers to tutors, and finally completed all the studies with good or bad grades. Of course, compared to other children's children, after all, they are a little worse. Cut…”
With his eyes half closed, he exaggerated his experience a little and then slowly said, this kind of unbridled communication feeling without concealment has not been experienced for a long time. Since he came here, he has been playing the role of a prince, and at this moment, he feels that he has returned to the past, as if he is lying in a hotel full of classical style, interacting with the girl he likes, and he is nervous. Also gradually relax.
Maybe it's time to take the next step
Roland turned his head slightly, only to find that Anna had closed her eyes, her chest up and down slightly against his side, and fell asleep like a cat.
He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but chuckle.
So it was... She was tired too.
Thinking about it, in order to hide their whereabouts, the witches found a place to hide in the mountains the night before, and they had to be on guard against wild beasts and devils. Town rush. After returning to the castle, Anna stayed in her bedroom for another night. She didn't rest for two days and two nights. It was easy to let the previously suppressed exhaustion burst out when she tightened it and loosened it. .
Probably the other party's decision was made while waiting anxiously.
Although it's a pity, Roland doesn't care about this time, and the days ahead are still long.
He leaned forward, kissed Anna's long eyelashes, and said softly, "Good night."
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When the early morning light poured into the room through the gap in the curtains, Sylvie got up from the big bed and couldn't help yawning a few times.
The experience of these days is as incredible as a dream. From discovering the devil to fighting in the air, and finally escaping back to Border Town, she feels that even if she is besieged and intercepted by the Church's Judgment Army, she will not be so nervous and tired.
"Good morning," Wendy had already changed her clothes and was carrying a basin of clean water to wash up.
"Good morning," she nodded, "you got up really early."
"As I get older," Wendy smiled, "the time to sleep is getting less and less."
"Ah... is it dawn?" Nightingale rubbed her eyes, "Looks like I have to take a nap today."
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"Well, I had a lot of dreams."
Sylvie pouted in disapproval. Last night, she clearly saw that the other party had gone to the third floor of the castle invisibly, and was still wandering in front of the Lord's room for a while, but due to Nightingale's special ability, she didn't know what she wanted to go to. What to do, come back late anyway. "You weren't last night..."
As soon as the words were spoken, Nightingale suddenly turned her head and looked directly at Sylvie, with her slightly narrowed eyes, it was self-evident that the latter immediately closed her mouth. The strength of the number one fighting witch of the mutual aid association is obvious to all, and the scene of intercepting the devil like a ghost in the air is still fresh in my mind. Putting it on Sleeping Island, I am afraid that Lord Ash will not be her opponent. Regarding her silent warning, Sylvie thought it would be better not to be too curious.
"What happened last night?" Wendy asked curiously.
"Cough," she said, "I heard her snoring last night. It must have been due to too much energy consumption these days."
"I think so too," Nightingale shrugged, took off her nightgown, revealing her well-proportioned body, and began to wear the underwear presented by His Highness.
Having said that, even Wendy has completely accepted this dress now, and there is a tendency to recommend it to herself.
I have to say, His Royal Highness Roland is really a terrible person.
But thinking of him at this time, Sylvie felt a warm feeling in his heart.
It turns out that there are really nobles who can be willing to be injured for a witch.
Seeing Roland's appearance when he pushed Anna away, she felt that something was touched in her heart. All the witches in the Mutual Aid Society are not tools controlled by him, but his important subordinates, or even... companions. The reaction at that moment can't be deceived, he is sincerely on the witch's side, just like Tilly Wimbledon.
If Roland and Tilly can stand together and bring together the power of the two places, maybe they can really create a new country where witches and ordinary people are not separated from each other.
She decided to write a letter to Lord Tilly.
It is very nice that His Royal Highness Roland is your brother. (., Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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