"I see," Roland picked her up by the waist and gently lowered her to the bed, the simple act of making him breathless. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info lifted the thin blanket and rolled over to bed, Anna leaned over and rested her head on his arm.

Next should be...... Foreplay?

He found that he was also nervous, 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 up the atmosphere with a light small talk before taking action, such as ...... Let's talk about a yellow joke first?

As he pondered, Anna's soft voice rang in his ears, "Didn't you think you might die when you pushed me away from me in a hot air balloon?"

Roland was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to ask this, "I just did it subconsciously." ”

"You are the ruler of the future of the Greykeep, and the hope of the witches," she whispered, "and I am not worthy of you. ”

"It's not a question of whether it's worth it or not," Roland chuckled, "and I can't stand idly by while you're being attacked. In fact, I woke up and thought about it if it hadn't happened so suddenly that I had time to think it through before making a decision, I would still have done it. ”

"I can't stop you, can I?"

"Well, no. Roland pinched her nose with his other hand.

Anna's eyelashes drooped downward, and she was silent for a moment before she spoke, "Can you tell me your story...... I want to know more. ”

"Well, before," Roland exhaled, he searched the memories of the fourth prince, and was about to tell two interesting stories about the palace, but the words came to his lips and swallowed them back. His past does not belong here, but in a very different world, "I used to live in a big city, big, big. ”

"Well, the Grey Castle Royal Capital is many times bigger than the Border Town. ”

"I was no different from ordinary people after I was born, a little smart, but not so smart. He studied hard and was often praised by his teachers, but he didn't know that the graffiti on the classroom wall that was difficult to erase was all drawn by me. ”

"Of course he doesn't dare to blame you. Anna muttered softly.

"Haha, that's not going to happen, he doesn't need to do anything to me, just tell my parents," Roland smiled and shook his head, "At that time, they would never show mercy when they taught me a lesson." ”

"Then, as I got older, my teachers kept changing, from junior teachers to tutors, and finally I completed all my studies with good or bad grades. Of course, compared to other people's children, after all, it is so much worse......"

With his eyes half-closed, he slowly said after a little exaggeration of his experience, this kind of undisguised and unbridled communication feeling has not been experienced for a long time. Ever since he came here, he had been playing the role of a prince, and at this moment, he felt like he was back in time, as if he was lying in a hotel full of classical style, exchanging family ideas with the girl he liked, and his nervousness gradually relaxed.

Maybe it's time for the next step?

Roland turned his head slightly, only to find that Anna had closed her eyes, her chest at her side rising and falling slightly, falling asleep like a cat.

He was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help but chuckle.

I see...... She was also tired.

Thinking about it, in order to conceal their whereabouts, the witches found a place to hide in the mountains the night before yesterday, and they had to be on guard against attacks by wild beasts and devils at all times. After returning to the castle, Anna spent another night in her bedroom, two days and two nights without a moment of rest, it was easy to let the previously suppressed exhaustion explode, and now it is strange that she is not tired.

Probably the other party's decision was also made in anxious waiting.

Although it is a pity, Roland does not care about this time, and the days to come are still very long.

He stepped forward, kissed Anna's long eyelashes, and whispered, "Good night." ”

As the early morning light filtered through the cracks in the curtains, Sylvie got up from her big bed and yawned.

These days have been like a dream, from spotting the devil to fighting in the air, and finally fleeing back to the border town, she feels that even if she is surrounded and intercepted by the Church Inquisitors, she will not be so nervous and tired.

"Good morning," Wendy had already changed and was carrying a basin of water to wash up.

"Good morning," she nodded, "you woke up so early." ”

"I'm getting older," Wendy smiled, "and I'm getting less and less time to sleep." ”

"Ah...... Is it dawn?" the nightingale rubbed her eyes, "Looks like I have to make up for a nap at noon today." ”

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Well, I've had a lot of dreams. ”

Sylvie pouted disapprerovingly, she clearly saw the other party stealth to the third floor of the castle last night, and lingered in front of the lord's door for a while, but due to the nightingale's special ability, she didn't know what she wanted to do, anyway, she came back very late. "You weren't ...... last night"

As soon as he spoke, the nightingale suddenly turned her head and looked directly at Sylvie, and the slight narrowing of her eyes was self-evident—the latter immediately closed her mouth. The strength of this Mutual Aid Society's number one fighting witch is obvious to all, and the scene of the devil intercepting and killing the devil like a wandering ghost in the air is still vivid. Put it on the Sleeping Island, I'm afraid that Lord Ash will not be her opponent. For her silent warning, Sylvie felt that it would be better not to be too curious.

"What happened last night?" Wendy wondered.

"Ahem," she began, "I heard her snoring last night, probably because of the energy exertions of the past few days." ”

"I think so too," Nightingale shrugged, took off her dressing gown, revealing her well-proportioned body, and began to put on the underwear that His Highness had given her.

Having said that, now even Wendy has fully accepted the outfit, and there is a tendency to recommend it to herself.

I have to say that His Royal Highness Roland is really a terrible person.

But thinking of him at this time, Sylvie felt a warmth in his heart.

It turns out that there are really nobles who can be willing to be injured for the sake of a witch.

Seeing Roland's posture as she pushed Anna away desperately, she felt that something in her heart had been touched. All the witches of the Aid Society are not tools under his control, but important subordinates of him, even ...... Companion. There was no way to deceive the momentary reaction, he was genuinely on the witch's side, just like Tilly Wimbledon.

If Roland and Tilly can join hands and bring together the power of the two places, maybe they can really create a new kingdom where witches and ordinary people are not separated from each other.

She decides to write a letter to Mistress Tilly.

It's great that His Royal Highness Roland is your brother. (To be continued.) )