"...What?"

Depending on his answer, it will be decided whether he will lie down or paralyze tonight.

"It's actually very simple," Luo Wei looked at the empty front and said with a blank look, "You came to me disguised as your sister, but at least in my plan, your sister's appearance was not included.

She is not the one who needs it——"

He paused and slowly closed his eyes.

"But you."

"...!"

Ayi Ning's eyes widened and she froze.

Many thoughts suddenly entered her mind, but none of them could find the answer, and she had never imagined that this was possible.

Need...me...?

Luo Wei did not explain, but slowly took her hand forward, guiding her as if he wanted her to understand what a hug was.

Ayi Ning was stunned for a moment. Maybe she would refuse if she had to do it again, but this time, she didn't for some reason.

The left hand was placed across his waist, and the beating of his heartbeat could be heard from the right hand. When he gradually came back to his senses, he realized that he was really... holding him from behind.

What's even worse is that when Ayi Ning lowered her head, she was not sure whether she had touched her back...

You...

Her mood was complicated at the moment, with various emotions mixed together, but the longer she maintained this state, the weaker her position became when she let go of him.

Going back on her word after reaching this point will only disappoint him, but today, she doesn't want to disappoint him.

Maybe it's because of her sister, maybe it's the decisive battle tomorrow. There are thousands of reasons why people want to convince themselves, but she just thinks this way. Maybe... she can't bear to see him always carrying something alone.

But for some reason, the scene of our eyes meeting before always flashed through my mind. Counting the time when I was pressed against the ruins of Lan Temple with Vermeer, it had happened twice... almost touching her lips.

After all, he...

What do you think?

"When...when did you find out that I am not your sister?"

Luo Wei: "zZZ...zZZ..."

Ayi Ning: "..."

Forget it, it’s not important anymore.

At this moment, Luo Wei quickly lifted up the hem of his shirt and stuffed her hand inside.

Ayi Ning's face turned gloomy.

This guy...could he have seen through it from the beginning and taken advantage of the opportunity to bully him?

She pinched the flesh on his belly hard, and the latter made an indescribable murmur and expressed that he wanted more.

Ayi Ning: "..."

Just have fun today. If you are not happy to death, you will catch me and bully you.

She let out a clear sigh, and as soon as she started to soothe her gently with her hands, the other person's subtle body movements immediately became quiet. Really... How can anyone persuade someone to fall asleep by touching their belly...

But as long as he is willing to submit so obediently tonight, then thank God.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The palms of his hands moved slowly, and there seemed to be nothing in front of him, and he could feel his heartbeat in the palms of his hands.

Ayi Ning slowly calmed down, but her face quietly turned red.

No matter what you think.

Things like this... are very wrong...

Absolutely...something is wrong...

Under the weak moonlight, the girl buried her head behind Luo Wei, quietly listening to the even breathing coming from her, and tightened her arms slightly.

Tonight...did I disappoint you or give you peace of mind?

Perhaps this is my original intention.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Later.

Then she whispered "good night" gently in his ear.

……

……

The next day, in the middle of summer in Tietongling, a snowstorm blew without warning.

Even in Wuguan City, one can clearly witness the sudden strange phenomenon in the northern sky. There are gloomy tornadoes accumulating in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the midsummer enters the apocalyptic winter.

"Has it started?"

Prime Minister Randall of the Lion Garden stood by the window of the Craftsmen's Guild headquarters, holding a chess piece in his hand and smiling lowly.

Difas, the southern marshal of the Hoof Fire Empire, stood with his hands behind his hands at the border junction, behind him were the Imperial Army who were busy building magic fortifications.

In the Arashi Temple on the Broken Ridge Plateau, the green-haired godhead who was supported by the main hall raised his head coldly and watched this scene without any disturbance.

At the main formation of magic weapons, the blond adventurer Ryan stood at the front with a sword, and the blizzard could not cover up the bright light in his eyes.

August 13, 1219 in the mainland calendar.

This day.

God has arrived.
Chapter completed!