Ahri hugged her and moved to the side of the bed, sinking into the soft mattress with Irelia. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info picked up his tail and hooked the curtains, blocking the moonlight that was too bright on a clear night.

Although Irelia was the only friend Ahri had always had, and they were often together, it was the first time she had been with her in Irelia's bed.

The pillows, the sheets, and the quilts were filled with the smell that belonged to Irelia.

Ahri felt almost completely possessed by the smell, animals were always sensitive to smells, and she felt like a territory in the forest, gently occupied by the smell of Irelia.

In the darkness, the lines of Irelia's cheeks in Ahri's eyes were blurred, but the temperature of the blend and the touch of her body made her clearly feel the presence of the other party.

Perhaps tired of crying, Irelia soon fell asleep, her calm breath tickling on Ahri's jade neck.

Grief is always exhausting.

Human beings always feel that they will not sleep at night because of their grief, but in fact they will sleep even more deeply—physically and mentally exhausted, and then fall into a black hole of dreams.

It seems that in this darkness, the uneasiness in her heart is also gently tolerated.

Maybe it's because this darkness covers everything, hiding in a corner where you can't see anyone else clearly, and you can't be seen clearly, only emotions, rolling in the blurred darkness in front of you, like those churning in a witch's cauldron.

Ahri felt that she had become a little strange again, and she closed her eyes tightly, forcing herself not to think about it.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of almost beautiful cheeks in the moonlight.

Ahri didn't know why she had become like that, and she didn't know what would have happened if she had kissed Irelia at the time.

She couldn't think of an answer, and she would never find the answer to the path she hadn't chosen.

Thinking about it, Irelia's cheeks suddenly changed into Reginal's nasty face in his mind.

Ahri groaned, rolled over, buried her head in her shaggy tail, and covered her eyes and ears with thick fluff.

But that guy just haunts the ghost.

Whining...... It's annoying.

She wanted to fall asleep quickly.

As long as you fall asleep, you won't think about these upsetting things.

But she closed her eyes tightly, and after a long time, tried to hypnotize herself, but even the simplest method of counting sheep (which Irelia had taught her), counting, and counted them, her mind was still inadvertently mixed with some nonsense.

Eventually, she opened her eyes, looking over Irelia's sleeping body and staring at the window.

She heard the wind gently stirring the curtains, but to her ears it seemed as if Reginald was whispering in that clean, elegant voice.

She saw the moonlight shining on her white tail, a white, shaggy texture like the piping of wool on a Riginald's white robe.

Ahri shook his head, and the images in his mind that were already out of control shattered, like reflections in the water that had been shattered by a stone.

She was a little sorry, and began to wonder what would happen if that picture continued?

Her mind was pushed by some powerful force towards a mysterious realm, and Ahri was suddenly frightened—a voice seemed to tell her that it was a forbidden realm.

But the feeling, the power that pushed her, was so wonderful that it fascinated her, as if she was being swept by the surging waves, the power that could not be resisted.

She just guessed that it must be this feeling. She had been to the beach many times, and although she had never been to the sea, she did not want her neat and clean hair to get wet.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but hug Irelia even tighter, saying that she was hugging, but it was as if she was going to squeeze into Irelia's arms.

She cowered as if she would really be swept away by the stormy waves of her thoughts. She narrowed her eyes, her cheeks buried in Irelia's warm, soft body.

"Nasty! Don't think of him anymore. ”

Her voice was quieter than the sound of mosquitoes, and she couldn't even hear it to herself, and she couldn't tell whether it was out of her mouth or what she was thinking.

Why do you think of him? That pervert will only make her unhappy all day long, but she will inadvertently think of the face she hates the most-

That smile made her want to tie him up and whip him until he couldn't laugh!

But as soon as she finished complaining, her thoughts were out of her control, and she didn't know where to go.

She even began to imagine that the warm body she was holding was Reginard, and her thoughts were entangled, remembering the touch of the moment she hugged him from behind that day.

The solid back, very good-smelling, mixed with the body smell of his charming spirit, and the incense on his robe......

No matter how she tried to hide it, what she couldn't avoid was the moment when she cast her charm and magic in her memory, she was a little greedy for the touch on his back.

Hate, hate!

The more she told herself not to think about him, her mind seemed to be stirred up with resistance, and she remembered everything she knew about Reginald.

In fact, all she knew was some scattered fragments.

She looked at the delicate smiling face of Reginald in her mind, and remembered the thin body under the mage's robes, but so solid to hold.

She suddenly wanted to get to know the man seriously.

The morning light slowly pierced the night, and Ahri saw through the small gap between the curtains that the sky outside was getting brighter, revealing a glass-like blue, and his heart was slowly relieved.

She barely slept all night, and those emotions upset her.

Irelia was still asleep quietly in her arms, and Ahri sat up, covered her with the quilt, carefully pressed the corners of the quilt, and then sat down next to her, continuing to be in a daze.

It's not that I'm thinking about things.

She was tired and tired now, but she didn't want to sleep at all, so she just sat there.

My mind was blank after a sleepless night.

I don't know how long it took, until she heard a soft knock on the door, and then the door creaked, and someone opened it.

Ahri quickly got out of bed and stepped on her white soft shoes, the red ties of which were not properly tied, and her body jumped through the wall in a burst of blue magical light.

She didn't want anyone else to see her here, after all, she had always been synonymous with calamity in the hearts of the inhabitants of Ionia.

She leaned over to the window, past the white silhouette of the curtain, and saw that it was Irelia's brother Zeroth. He awakens Irelia.

It's a good thing it wasn't seen, otherwise it would have caused trouble for Irelia again. Ahri thought.

Although they were brother and sister, Ahri didn't like Zelos at all, and the guy had served in Ionia City all year round, and rarely came to visit their father and daughter.

Although it is also Master Rito's wish to become a soldier for Zeroth, this is not the reason why Ahri hates him, and more importantly, Zelos is also a personal guy.

Once chatting with Irelia, I was bumped into by him, and Irelia was also scolded, and was scolded by her brother not to be with such a dangerous guy......

Ahri has been hiding from the guy ever since.

In addition to Zeroth, there were several other men, dressed as manual laborers, who respectfully carried the coffin, placed it in front of the door, and together carried Rito's body into the coffin and carried it to the city of Ionia.

Ahri naturally knew.

A man of status and fame like Master Rito will surely be remembered by Ionia after his death and will hold a solemn funeral.

Although this is meaningless to the deceased.

Normally, Ahri didn't like to go to crowded cities, even though the monks and psionics couldn't help her, and if she wanted to go, with the soul shuttle spell, there was no physical or magical way to capture her, at least among the human means she had ever seen.

Ahri just hated the way people looked at her, the kind of gaze that seemed to look away from her as if they were seeing a monster.

But this time, she hid far away and witnessed the funeral of Master Rito.

The square was crowded with people who had come to mourn, and their gray-black clothes were out of place with the bright sky of the day, like a dark cloud falling on the ground.

Most of them have only heard of Master Rito, and most of them don't know it at all. On the temporary high platform erected in the square, there is also a local celebrity who has been invited, and tells the life and great achievements of the master in a sad tone.

The citizens below should also weep and regret and wipe the tears of hypocrisy.

In fact, the dead man had nothing to do with them.

And Irelia, who was most sad about this, was just calm at the moment, dressed in black, not crying, not wiping her tears symbolically, looking calm—so calm that it looked a little cold.

But she was undoubtedly sadder than anyone present.

Ahri knew Irelia too well - she never liked to show her emotions to outsiders.

So she is out of step with this strange world, where everyone thinks it's better to treat people with "what they should be", and even in people's minds, false tears are more sincere than silent sadness.

She inevitably became a rebellious being.

It is precisely because of her stubborn and out-of-place personality that Ahri is willing to make an exception and be friends with a human like her.

I wish Irelia could get through this grief quickly.

Ahri stared at Irelia standing like a statue in the grieving crowd, praying silently in her heart, and then the streamer flashed and disappeared into the corner of the city.

When I returned to the forest, it was already evening.

Ahri was sleepless again, and her mind was full of the solid touch of Reginald's back.

Dislike.

Since that nasty guy kept her awake from sleeping, would she let him go so easily?

In fact, she had already guessed what the result of her brains on that Reginard would be like-

But it seems that this is the only way to interact with each other.

Thinking of this, she quickly sat up and urged her magic power, but she did not receive a response from the magic sigil she had left on Reginald.

Ahri hung her head in disappointment, and the pointed velvet ears on top of her head drooped listlessly.

Probably he's been far out of the forest, right?

But Ahri will always be Ahri.

After dawn on the path at the edge of the forest, the clever and cunning Ahri finally noticed the traces that the guy had left on the road to prevent him from getting lost.

Ahri's sly smile resurfaced on that beautiful pretty face.

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