"Hmm?"
Mag was stunned. He felt as if he had heard wrongly.
"Inviting me 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 …" Meg looked at himself in the mirror. He had taken a shower and changed into a flamboyant flowery shirt. The shirt was half-buttoned, and his chest and eight-pack abs were faintly discernible. His half-wet hair was a bit messy and sexy, and his melancholy eyes …
Eh?
Didn't he say that he was a gentleman?
Why did he change so naturally, as if he had already prepared for it?
Mag stood up straight, buttoned up his shirt, and combed his hair into an adult's style. He couldn't help but sigh as he looked at his sanctimonious self in the mirror. No matter how decent he looked, he was still the perfect uncle that all those ignorant girls wanted to throw themselves at.
It couldn't be helped. When it came to looks, it wasn't something that he could casually control.
"Right, System, do you have that thing here?" Meg suddenly thought of something.
"The kind that does it seven times a night?"
"What the hell is that? Do I look like someone who needs that kind of thing?"
"Now the outside world is saying that you can't do it."
"Who's spreading the rumors? Don't they know that rumors are now crimes? "
"But it's not illegal to speak the truth." The System retorted.
"Scram!"
Meg still bought an industrial textile skill book from the System, and then took the book to the next room.
Meg pushed open the familiar bedroom door, coughed lightly before entering, and then walked in.
Irina wasn't in the room, and the sound of running water came from the bedroom next to it.
"Hmm?" Meg raised his eyebrows slightly. It was a very familiar rhythm. Would she forget to bring a bath towel next?
"You, give me the bath towel." Sure enough, as soon as the sound of running water stopped, the bathroom door opened a crack, and Irina's voice sounded.
"Okay." Meg got up, picked up the bathrobe on the side, and walked towards the bathroom, but he couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Come on, girl, you're a 10th-tier great magician. Why would you need a bathrobe to cast a Water Dispelling Spell?"
Of course, Meg naturally wouldn't say such words. After all, girls were shy. They wanted something to happen, but they couldn't let themselves show too much initiative. They would always show some seemingly stupid behavior.
Meg put the bathrobe in front of the door and was about to say something like, "Why don't we take a shower together?"
The bathrobe disappeared with a whoosh, and then the bathroom door was tightly shut again. The lily-white hand that he expected to reach out of the bathroom and pull him in did not appear.
"Eh?" Meg touched his nose awkwardly. It seemed that he was thinking too much.
Soon, Irina, who was wearing a fairy nightgown, walked out of the bathroom. She waved her hand, and her wet hair was dry. She looked at Meg, who was sitting on the chair beside the bed, and said, "I've already spread the news, but I can't be sure how many elves will respond."
"Helena might use the power of the entire race to set up a trap to deal with you and me, so the strength of the various territories must be weak. There won't be a second chance like this. The Night Elves in The Wind Forest must also be aware of this." Meg said with a relaxed expression, "Helena wants to give us a surprise, and I hope the surprise we give her will be bigger."
Irina walked to the bedside and sat down, then leaned against the headboard lazily. She looked at Meg with a pair of blue eyes, and said with a smile, "Your bed is occupied by two little fellows. Where do you plan to sleep tonight?"
"Speaking of which, this is my bed." Meg looked at Irina, and asked with a smile, "I wonder when you plan to return half of it to me?"
Irina's ears were a little red from being stared at by Meg. She snorted softly, and said, "The bed is mine. You sleep on the floor."
This is really intolerable … Meg sighed in his heart. But what could he do? He couldn't beat her, and even if he could, he wouldn't dare to do it.
He had no choice but to lay down on the floor mattress again, and lay down on the floor mattress obediently.
With the existence of floor heating and a thick mattress, it wasn't uncomfortable to sleep on the floor mattress at all. It was just that there was a strange feeling in his heart.
"Then, goodnight," Meg said, and turned off the light gently.
"Mm-hm," Irina responded.
The room was quiet, and the moonlight spilled in through the half-opened curtains.
Meg closed his eyes and tried to relax, but his heart was beating faster and faster. 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.
This was a very strange feeling.
He knew she wasn't asleep, because he could feel her breathing speed up.
Irina turned her head and looked in Meg's direction. Her face showed some displeasure, and her heart was angry. "This blockhead, is he really sleeping on the floor?"
Meg began to hypnotize himself: "She just pitied me for not having a place to sleep, so she gave me a mattress on the floor. Hurry up and sleep … sleep …"
Just as Mag was about to fall asleep in a daze, he suddenly heard a few rustling sounds. Then, a soft and warm body appeared in his arms, and a faint fragrance wafted over.
"Eh?" Meg was stunned for a moment before he realized that she seemed to have crawled into his bed and into his arms.
At a time like this, there were usually two choices.
1. Push her away and tell her seriously that he was not a casual person, and that she couldn't do this to him.
2. Hug her and let nature take its course, and then let her take responsibility.
As an adult, Meg naturally hugged her gently. Her soft and plump body was as if it was made of water.
"Do you think we will die?" Irina said softly.
Meg's hand stopped. After a moment of silence, he whispered in her ear: "Yes, but not now."
The corners of Irina's lips curled up into a radiant smile as she leaned comfortably against his sturdy chest. "It's still so warm."
"Because my heart is still burning for you." Meg's hand slowly tightened, and he slowly hugged her tightly.
All the distracting thoughts disappeared at this moment. He just wanted to hug her like this, quietly and tightly, as if everything was perfect.
"Mushy." Irina said with a hint of disdain. Her slightly blushed cheeks were pressed against his chest, and she couldn't hide the smile on her face as she listened to his heartbeat and the scorching temperature.
…
It really only costs 998 yuan per box …
A line of rice-sized words slowly floated through Meg's mind …
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