"Huh?"

McGonagall looked at the girl in front of her, who had just reached his chest height and had short flaxen-colored curly hair, and was stunned for a moment, her petite figure did not match the huge and soft feedback from her hand.

The girl looked down at the two hands pressed against her chest, and was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked up at McGonagall.

Some messy curls parted to the sides, revealing a white and delicate face, a little freckles on the nose made the face vivid at once, the blue-gray eyes were full of shame and anger, and the two pink and white animal ears stood up at once, like kitten ears, which was actually a little cute.

She was dressed in a thin cotton and linen shirt, and she was holding half a cake in her right hand, and there was a lot of ash on her body, as if she had just rolled on the ground.

"Bastard, don't you let go!" The cat-eared girl said angrily.

McGonagall hurriedly withdrew her hand, and said a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, the girl ran in a hurry, and she couldn't ...... under the guard."

"This way!" At this moment, a rush of footsteps came from the alley behind, rapidly approaching in this direction.

"Shut up! Kiss me. Cat Ear glanced back a little panicked, reached out and covered McGonagall's mouth, commanded with some urgency, then turned to the corner, grabbed McGonagall by the collar and pulled it down, and McGonagall's face suddenly came to her, almost kissing her thin lips.

But just as the four lips were about to be closed, McGonagall raised her hand and pressed the wall behind the girl, looking at the girl in front of her with her eyes closed, looking like she was at home, and raised her eyebrows slightly, what kind of trouble is this? Are all girls so open now?

But judging from the reaction of this cat-eared girl, he can also guess something, and it seems that someone is chasing her.

This is an inexplicably familiar bridge.

At this moment, a group of figures had rushed out of the next alley, McGonagall turned slightly sideways, unbuttoned her coat, and the coat spread out to both sides, just wrapping the cat-eared girl, McGonagall lowered her head, one hand pressed against the wall, the faces of the two were almost together, from the outside, it looked like a pair of lovers in a hot kiss.

The group of people slowed down visibly as they passed by McGonagall, staring at McGonagall's back for a while, the woman under the coat couldn't see anything, the city of chaos was really open, and soon it sped up again, and someone whispered, "Hurry up and keep up!" If we let her run, the chief won't let us go!" ”

After everyone stayed away, McGonagall glanced sideways slightly, it was a group of orcs, the strength of the leader had reached level eight, and the rest were also orcs of level six or seven, such a pair of orcs who were not weak, why did they chase this cat-eared girl? Chief is the title of the leader of the orc tribe, and what does this matter have to do with the orcs?

Connie closed her eyes tightly, and the expected slimy, disgusting kiss did not come, which surprised her a little.

This human man who just took advantage of himself is not a good person at first glance, how can he not take advantage of it?

But the sound of the approaching footsteps made her hold her breath and not dare to move, if they caught her, she would definitely be killed like her father, and no one could go back to save her brother, she had to live and become stronger.

Although she didn't kiss it, the warm snort exhaled from the nose that was almost close to her face, gently blowing her face, made her face flush all of a sudden, and there was no pungent smell of sweat on ordinary orcs, but a faint fragrance that smelled good.

"Do all human men have this strange scent on their bodies?" Connie's heart was full of doubts, the coat that hung down and wrapped her was so warm, and the man who was almost close to her was like a big furnace, driving away the cold at once.

She ran for more than ten days, in the cold and snow, without warm clothes, and did not dare to sleep well, every day as soon as she opened her eyes, she started running, and several times she was almost caught, even in this place called the city of freedom, she still could not find a place to accommodate herself.

But now this warm embrace made her flustered heart settle down all of a sudden, inexplicably relieved.

McGonagall was sure that the orcs had run away, and withdrew her gaze to look at the cat-eared girl with her back to the wall, her hands clutching the half of the mud-stained bread in front of her, her eyes still tightly closed, her long eyelashes twitching slightly, but her mouth pursing slightly.

"What was she expecting?" McGonagall's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the girl's slightly pursed mouth, cherry mouth, the shape of the lips is very cute, but a little less bloody, and because of the dryness, it is a little peeling, which will greatly affect the kissing experience.

As a serious person, this is certainly not the reason why McGonagall didn't keep her mouth shut.

Is he such a casual person?

Even if Irina threw him down, he had at least a few symbolic struggles.

"They're gone." McGonagall withdrew her arms, straightened up, and looked at the cat-eared girl.

The warmth was replaced by the cold, and the faint fragrance dissipated with it, and Connie shivered, feeling a little empty in her heart, opened her eyes, glanced at the alley where there was no one, and then looked up at McGonagall.

If you look at it seriously, this man is actually quite good-looking, his handsome face has lines like knife carvings, the two faint beards on his upper lip add a bit of mature charm, his eyes are gentle as water, this tall human man has just saved her with his own body......

Wait a minute...... Even if it was like this, at most, it would only offset his rudeness to himself just now!

Moreover, my mother said that good-looking men are liars!

Then this man must be a big liar!

Thinking of this, Connie looked at McGonagall's gaze and became a little wary again.

"Are you cold?" McGonagall asked.

"You...... How do you know! Connie was startled and looked at McGonagall with wide eyes, could this man be mind-reading? I even knew that she was cold now!

McGonagall looked at Connie, who was shivering from the cold, speechless for a while, if this is a normal person, she should be able to see it, why does she have an expression that you can see through?

"Why are those people chasing you?" McGonagall asked.

"How do you know they're chasing me!!" Connie was even more shocked, and even grabbed the dagger in her sleeve for the first time, looking at McGonagall vigilantly.

"If you don't chase you, are you chasing me?" McGonagall rolled her eyes, feeling that there was no way to continue the conversation, and turned to leave.

He ...... Is he just gone? Connie breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at McGonagall's back, she was inexplicably a little lost, the embrace just now was really warm and reassuring......

McGonagall took a few steps, sighed softly, turned around and walked back towards Connie, took off her coat, draped it over a bewildered Connie, and said, "Come with me." ”

"You damn gentle ......"