"Wilness, will Villa's fertility be affected?"

"I told Joshua that it would be his fate to survive, and nothing else...... Don't ask for more. I'm sorry, but I've done my best. ”

It was June, and the midday sun was blazing, a heat that would roast all living things alive, a heat that made people fearful.

Walking through the gorgeous streets were men and women in neat dresses and dresses, smiling and confident, either in carriages or parasols, without a face aware of the viciousness of the sun in the blue sky.

In Lima, the royal capital of the Alpha Federation, at the entrance of the church hospital, Joshua stood alone, staring at the sky in distraction.

……

In a small bedroom on the third floor, the sun shines warmly on the clean wooden floor on a snow-white soft bed.

Suddenly, a noisy shouting came from outside the window, destroying the silence.

"Uh-huh...... the woman whispered dreamily, like a snoozing kitten.

On the other side, the Night King had already woken up. Looking down at Didelia beside her, she had to admit that she was a standard beauty.

When working at the bar, she always used to tie a purple headband on her head, tie up her beautiful long maroon wavy hair high, and have a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, giving people a sense of competence and calmness.

But now she is like a kind and innocent little sheep, which is a different kind of charm. It is often said that the real charm of a woman lies in her multifaceted nature, and a mature woman may have a cute and childish side, and vice versa.

Didillia's long hair was scattered on the sheets, and she felt very pitiful, not at all like a 26-year-old woman.

"Don't sleep, get up."

"Hmm, what time is it...... It's been a long time since I've slept so comfortably. ”

"It was exactly 4 p.m. If you sleep in the sun again, you'll get a sunburn. ”

The Night King laughed and teased, but in fact he wasn't in a hurry, and it was actually quite interesting to see Didilia's sleepy appearance.

Didelia's autumn-like eyes slowly opened, revealing a vague smile.

The two laughed for a while, and Didilia asked him to wash up first, while she put on her pajamas and went to the kitchen to wash her hands and prepare a "breakfast" for him at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

When the Night King finished bathing and walked out of the bathroom, he had already placed new clothes on the bed to change, which he wore most often.

The Night King glanced at Didilia in the kitchen, a slight smile on her lips, humming a little tune, and was busy cooking.

He silently put his clothes on his body, but sighed softly in his heart.

At first, he didn't really attach much importance to his relationship with Didelia, just as she was a partner in his lonely life, which was not uncommon in the chaotic region.

But as the relationship became longer and the relationship gradually stabilized, Didelia took root in his heart little by little, and a series of subtle changes in her also complicated his mood.

He's just a cockroach, was, is, and will be. So he is not qualified to live a happy and ordinary life.

12 years of experience in the world told him that he couldn't give Didelia, the 26-year-old woman, the promise she wanted most.

The wooden dining table is draped in a grass-green white checkered tablecloth, and the crystal clear porcelain plate holds delicious food.

The Night King sat on one side, crossed Erlang's legs and looked at Didilia who was busy before and after. Her long hair was tied casually to the side, wrapped in an apron and holding long chopsticks, and her slender figure was beautiful and moving.

"Need help?"

"Well, help me bring that dish over, thanks."

After a while, when all the dishes were ready and placed on the table, Didilia took out a bottle of Chablis white wine and poured it for both of them.

After taking a sip of wine, the Night King began to move his chopsticks, and the main dishes were cheese omelet rice, a plate of lettuce salad, and the main course was grilled white meat fish with silk screen, grilled cheese slices, grilled chicken skewers with sauce, and a platter of summer fruits and vegetables.

Didelia took a piece of fish and ate it, looked at the Night King, who knew to eat without saying a word, and said with a helpless smile: "You, don't you know the person who should praise you for cooking for you when you eat?" ”

The Night King nodded, and continued to stuff food into his mouth.

"You're deliberately angry with me." Didelia smiled helplessly and took a sip of wine.

"You've said it all, and now it's too much to praise it, and you're not happy to hear it, right?"

"Not necessarily, which woman told you this nonsense?"

"It's delicious, better than the King's royal chef. Why don't you bring the flirting queen? ”

"It's for selling for money, not for private drinks."

Didilia playfully wrinkled her little nose and smiled.

The two of them were eating quietly, but outside the window, there was a noisy sound of a crowd similar to that just now.

"What's the matter, this street is usually quiet." Didilia glanced down curiously.

The Night King glanced at the blue sky, which was empty, and the side of the sky was faintly purple and red, and in another hour, the rich afterglow might be sprinkled slowly.

"The slave traders have come around here, maybe, after all, the church guys won't be patrolling this afternoon."

The Night King crushed a piece of white fish and ate it, and stuffed a large mouthful of omelet rice.

Didilia blinked, "I really don't know about this, it's incredible...... The obsessive-compulsive people in the church even stopped patrolling, and you are better informed than I am. ”

The Night King said, "No, it's just that you're smart, so you'll only remember what you can sell for, but I'm a cockroach...... Well, a guy who lives in the shadows, I'll remember any information that might affect me, it's just a little difference. ”

Didelia propped her chin on one hand and watched silently as she focused entirely on her food, her cheeks stuffed like a squirrel looking for hibernating reserves.

In the past, when he cooked for him, he never seemed to leave a single bite of food, and he would eat as much as he could.

I would feel a sense of closeness from him, maybe it had something to do with it, Didelia thought to herself.