"Give me something to wear," said Ask.
"They are all in the closet, why don't you go and have a look?" Eleanor sat next to him, leaning against the pillow, holding a book in her hands. Her curly blonde hair fell on the smooth silk pajamas collar, making her look extremely charming and seductive.
"your?"
"Of course, they are all women's clothes."
"What about my clothes?"
"Take it and wash it. It probably won't be dry until tomorrow."
"So you want the captain to just lie there on your **?"
"Yes, what else?" Eleanor closed the book, raised her smooth chin slightly, and glanced at him with a provocative and playful look.
So Ask knew that he could not retreat any further, otherwise he would be bullied infinitely by the ever-expanding Knight Princess.
"Otherwise something bad will happen," he said seriously.
"For example?" Eleanor raised the corner of her mouth.
Ask turned over and pressed the knight who was trying to commit suicide under him.
Eleanor stared at him for a few seconds, then shyly closed her eyes, waiting for the leader to kiss her.
Although she seemed unusually calm, the knight's slightly trembling eyelashes and her hands tightly grasping the quilt revealed her nervous and frightened heart.
Kissing like this felt a bit like bullying, so Ask took a pillow and pressed it on Eleanor's face.
Eleanor: !!!
She threw the pillow away angrily, turned around and pushed Ask down. The two of them played around in bed for a long time, and the number of times they touched each other inadvertently accumulated enough times, gradually creating a shy and ambiguous atmosphere.
"Asker..." Eleanor, who had already laid down, stretched out her left hand from under the quilt and gently grasped his arm, "I'm a little sleepy."
"Then you take a nap." Ask stared at the crimson curtains on the main floor.
"I want to sleep in your arms," said Eleanor.
Ask:
"Then I'll sit up." He stood the pillow upright, then looked under the quilt awkwardly and said, "At least give me a pair of pants."
So Eleanor happily climbed up, picked out a pair of neutral striped shorts from the closet and threw it to him.
Aske was putting on his pants while Eleanor lay on the bed with her hands on her cheeks, looking at him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"What are you looking at?"
"Can't I take a few more glances at something I don't have?" Eleanor argued.
"Eleanor, you've changed." Ask could only sigh and pull his pants up.
"It's been six years, there can't be no change at all." Eleanor crawled into his arms, rested her head on his thighs, pulled up the quilt, and muttered, "Besides, if I don't take the initiative..."
"If not what?" Ask didn't hear clearly.
"Nothing." Eleanor held his arms in hers, "I'm going to get some sleep, dear."
She fell asleep quietly, and Ask looked at her profile, his mind suddenly flying somewhere else.
Suddenly I remembered that Medea and I had a daughter... She must be born now, five and a half years old
As a result, Ask felt guilty and wondered if he could mention this to Eleanor and let him go to see his daughter.