Bidding farewell to Oriana, Fiona and Ye Feng return to Sivir's villa from the video game city. As soon as she returned to the villa, Fiona rushed upstairs alone, her mind focused on the doll she had bought.

When she opened the door, Fiona's foot seemed to have tripped over something, and she almost fell to the ground. Confused, Fiona looked down and saw that her smooth feet had stepped on the doll's face.

Lowering her body and holding the doll that was at the door of the room for some reason, Fiona threw herself on the big bed.

Fiona, holding the doll, rolled happily on the bed, bursting into playful laughter from time to time.

After rolling for a long time, Fiona took off all the thick clothes on her body, leaving only a thin white shirt characteristic of Piltover.

"My cute doll doesn't have a name yet, so what's the best for it?" Fiona's eyes widened, her eyelids winked playfully, her eyes fluttering.

She puffed out and pouted, looking distressed about choosing a name for the doll.

"Well, the green hat...... It's called a green hat! Fiona pressed her index finger to her lower lip, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, and she thought for a long time before she said the name.

Just as Fiona said the name, a childish voice said, "Teemo!"

"Who's talking?" Fiona was startled by the sudden sound, and she subconsciously leaned against the wall in front of the bed.

Looking around the room, Fiona didn't see anyone else, and she let her guard down because of her timidity. She picked up the doll on her lap, squinted and smiled: "Green hat, you will be called a green hat in the future!"

However, what happened next to Fiona frightened her and threw the doll on the ground. The cute doll in her arms actually put on an angry expression that looked like a human being, opened her mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "Human, that's enough, my name is Teemo, I'm a yodeler, not your doll!"

The doll that was thrown on the ground by Fiona stood up, pointed at Fiona with its fluffy little finger, jumped to its feet and said angrily: "I'm fed up with you, you want to throw me to death!"

Fiona, who was already timid, was even more frightened by Teemo's fright. She curled up in fright, tears piling up in her eyes. Choked up a few times, Fiona burst into tears: "Wow......"

When Teemo saw Fiona crying, he panicked. Fiona's cry was so loud that it would definitely attract others. He made a silent gesture and whispered, "Don't cry, I don't want to be caught and put in the store again!"

"But...... But you're bullying me......" Fiona rubbed her eyes and sobbed.

As soon as Timo wanted to speak, the door was opened by Ye Feng. Teemo quickly disguised himself as a doll and fell to the ground.

Glancing at Teemo lying upside down on the ground, Ye Feng picked up Teemo on the ground, patted the ash on it, and then walked to the side of the bed and handed it to Fiona: "Fiona, why are you crying?"

He ...... He can talk! Fiona shook her head, reluctant to take Teemo.

Ye Feng felt a little funny, how could a doll talk? Most likely, Fiona was delirious and hallucinating.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng comforted as much as he could: "Don't be afraid, why don't you think he doesn't speak now?"

"He's just talking!" Fiona pouted recklessly, stubbornly resisting Ye Feng and handing her Teemo.

Ye Feng held his forehead with a little headache, although Fiona was stupid now, she was still a little stubborn as before, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Glancing at Teemo in his hand, Ye Feng frowned. Could this doll really be able to talk? Why does this doll feel so warm to the touch?

Glancing at Fiona who was curled up again, Ye Feng blamed the warmth on Timo's body on the remnants of being held by Fiona just now.

"Since you said he could speak, can you prove it to me?" There was really no way to take Fiona, so Ye Feng had to make this decision.

"But...... I'm afraid ......" Fiona stared at Teemo in Ye Feng's hand with some trepidation.

"Well, I'm protecting you, don't be afraid!" Ye Feng shoved Timothy into Fiona's arms and touched Fiona's black short.

Under Ye Feng's appeasement, Fiona's timidity was a little less. She grabbed Teemo's waist with both hands and held it high, standing on the bed and gesturing to throw it.

Before he could throw it out, Timo, who was thrown out of the shadow by Fiona, couldn't pretend anymore, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't throw it, human, I'...... I will accuse you of this contempt for the yodelers! ”

Timo didn't speak, but when she did, Fiona was so frightened that she threw him to the ground. The frightened Fiona flew into Ye Feng's arms, crying loudly.

At this time, Ye Feng also believed that Timo could speak, and at the same time, the figure of Heimerdinger appeared in his mind. Ye Feng stroked Fiona's back while looking at Timo who was getting up on the ground and said, "Why are you pretending to be a doll?" Are you trying to bully Fiona? ”

"Human, it's obvious that you put me in the window like a doll!" Timo raised his voice, waving his two small hands in protest.

Ye Feng looked Teemo up and down, this Teemo and that Heimerdinger were really likely to be mistaken for dolls.

Listening to Timo's immature child's voice, after thinking for a moment, Ye Feng then asked, "You just said that you are a yodeler?"

"Of course!" Timo tilted his little head proudly, "We yodelers are very smart! ”

Under Ye Feng's appeasement, Fiona was finally not so afraid, and she secretly looked at Timo from time to time. And Ye Feng said: "Then how did you get put in the window?"

"This is the first time I've left Bandle City, Rambo said that Heimerdinger lives in Piltover now, I wanted to come and see it, who knew it was too big, I found Heimerdinger when I fell asleep and didn't see Heimerdinger, and when I woke up again, it was put in the window!" Teemo spat bitterness aggrievedly, revealing his naïve nature as a yodeler.

Heimerdinger, it can't be the one who drove a sports car the first two times, right? Ye Fenghu looked at Teemo suspiciously, it was the first time he had heard of the yodelers.

Teemo crossed his hands on his hips, "What kind of eyes are you?" We yodeers aren't as cunning as you humans! ”

Ye Feng smiled awkwardly: "Okay, I believe in you."

"That's pretty much it!" Teemo pouted, looking very cute.

Ye Feng added: "But you can't avoid the sin of scaring Fiona!"

"Yes!" Fiona's head chick pecked at each other and agreed.

"You...... You...... What do you want? I, Timo, am not afraid of you! Timo's eyelids jumped, and he had a sense of foreboding.

Ye Feng had an idea: "You play with Fiona until she learns to draw!"

Timo said decisively: "I refuse, she is a crybaby!"

Originally, Ye Feng's words made Fiona feel good, but Timo's refusal was to pour cold water. Fiona's face finally got better, but at this time it was cloudy, and she was about to cry at any time.

Fiona pouted unconvinced, "I'm not a crybaby!"

"That's it!"

"It's not!"

"Crybaby, I won't play with you!"

"I'm not!" Fiona held back tears, angry that she had forgotten that she was a little afraid of the talkative Teemo.

Ye Feng looked at the two arguing with a slight headache, this was simply a child bickering.

finally met such a cute yodeler like a doll, Ye Feng didn't want to let Timo go like this. He also thought that Teemo could accompany the somewhat childish Fiona!

Coughing, Ye Feng threatened Timo: "If you don't agree, I will have to send you to the doll shop to see if you can meet someone as timid as Fiona, other humans are not as friendly as me!"

Timo was clever, and the fluff on his body stood up instantly. He lowered his head and said convincingly: "Don't drive me to the doll shop, I'll just play with the crybaby."

Hearing that the cute Teemo was willing to play with her, Fiona, who let down her guard, was suddenly overjoyed, picked up Teemo and rolled on the bed.

Fiona put Teemo on the bed, picked up the album and pen on the table next to the bed, and looked at Teemo excitedly: "Teemo, make a smile, I want to draw for you!"

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(End of chapter)

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