They ran in the rain to their heart's content, breathing each other's scents, feeling each other's body temperatures, the rain was no longer an obstacle, the thunder illuminated the front, and the distance between them and the firelight gradually shortened.

The wet mud under her feet made a splash sound, and the two of them were already on the outskirts of Watt Town, Katrina stopped, her hands on her knees and gasping for air, the rain dripped down her long hair into clear ripples, and her robes were stained with sludge and grass seeds, "I don't ...... No more...... Run...... I can't run anymore. ”

Tarrant also stopped, the halberd was inserted on the ground, panting, "Me too, hehe, heh", his mood was inexplicably comfortable and happy, those things and those people were washed away by the rain, and at this moment except for her in front of her, there was no concern in his heart.

"Rest...... Rest for a while", Catrina fell on her back in the dense grass, her limbs spread out, her chest rose and fell violently, the passion of her full curves sinking into her sleep seemed to awaken in the rain, and the clinging robe outlined her round skin.

Tarrant took a deep breath, and the rain poured into his nose, "Here...... You can't rest, cough!"

"I'm going to take a break...... Rest", she closed her eyes and slowly opened her mouth, her whole body was covered with a hazy mist, and the rain gathered beside her to line her delicate body.

"Okay", Tarrant lay on the ground on his legs, inhaled the dirt in his mouth and poured into his body, watching the raindrops falling from the sky, his face was gently caressed by the rain, he turned his head and admired the appearance of the angel.

An intoxicated smile appeared on Katrina's face, and her hands were slowly lifted in the shape of a bowl, "It's the first time...... It was so thorough", and the water in her hand continued to flow down her shoulder after flowing down her arm into the groove in her chest.

Tarrant watched obsessively, quietly enjoying the dripping beauty.

"Look at what?" said Katrina, smiling, turning to him.

"Look...... My girlfriend", that's what Tarrant would call in a space that only belongs to two people.

Katrina tucked her hands under her waist and slowly moved her gaze to the sky, the raindrops on her face looked soft and hazy, and the surrounding qiē eclipsed under her smile, she took a deep breath, and her graceful chest line slowly rose to an unprecedented height, "Is it beautiful?" she asked softly.

Taran nodded, the rain falling on the curve and splashing down his cheeks, he blinked in return, and replied, "You are the most beautiful", not only her smile, but everything else, hers.

The corners of Katrina's lips curled slightly.

The raindrops grew heavier and heavier, and a huge bolt of lightning pierced through the black clouds, and the sharp light slashed into the air, roaring through the wilderness.

"It's time to hit the road. ”

Katrina turned to the side and looked at Tarrant, "I want to rest for a while," with a stream of water running down her forehead.

"It's easy to catch a cold in such heavy rain, how about going to the hotel and taking a hot shower?"

Katrina raised her right hand and hooked her index finger.

Tarrant twisted and moved to the side, "What's the problem?" The mage's eyes were fixed on him, making him feel a little weak, as if he had done something wrong.

Katrina's head leaned close to Tarrant, and she suddenly leaned over to kiss him in the face, her lips quickly diluted by the rain.

"......" Tarrant glared at the mage in confusion, "I ......"

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other, the rain curtain was raised, and the hug surged, and Tarrant reached out and put his arm around Katrina's waist, "I love you." ”

Katrina whispered, "I love you too," and she hung her head, her fingers resting on the wound on the stone defender's chest.

The sacred words came out of her mouth for the first time, and it provoked an irrepressible urge to make Tarrant roll over, and the stone guardian pressed against the mage, and his hands tightly hugged Katrina's waist so that the two of them could be pressed together, and he bravely reached into her lips under the encouragement of passion, and felt the shy caress of the tip of his tongue, she closed her eyes, making the intrusive contact smoother and more delicate, and letting them pour out their love for each other.

Primitive instinct pushed Tarrant's left hand slowly upward, the mage's slippery back was covered with grass seeds, he didn't mind, he was intoxicated by this wonderful feeling, soft, hot, full of enthusiasm, he stopped on her chest, the fullness of the touch made him unable to extricate himself, his left hand slowly felt as if holding a materialized faith, the cold water made the fiery body crave to merge even more, he hoped that this feeling would stay forever.

"Ahh

Tarrant stopped in a panic, "What's wrong?"

"Something against me!" she looked down from Tarrant's chest.

Tarrant hurriedly stood up and found the katana hanging abruptly diagonally from the Belt of the Stone Guardian, why is it buckled here, damn it!

"It hurts me," Katrina rubbed her robe.

It must have been the hilt of the knife pressed against her leg, and Taran was especially over the katana, "I'm sorry......"

The mage stood up, his robes naked against her, there were only the two of them in heaven and earth, she didn't look much embarrassed, and even, as if she was confidently showing herself.

The rain washed away the superfluous thoughts, "We...... Let's go", Tarrant hid his left hand behind him, and he didn't know whether it was nervousness or excitement that made his left hand stiffen in the same position as before, and the falling water droplets seemed to fall on him with warmth, and he didn't feel the slightest cold.

"Hmm......" The mage flushed his face and walked forward.

Tarrant drew his halberd and followed behind her.

After experiencing the scene just now, the two suddenly fell silent, letting the heavy rain splash on their bodies, no one spoke, a space for aftertaste, so that the beauty had time to be sealed.

As the grass shortened and farmland appeared, they took up a path, the mud was potholed under the wash, and Katrina waited, "Help me." ”

"Willing to serve," Tarrant stepped forward to hold her hand, the light of the fire in the black building ahead of them leading the way, "It's almost there." ”

He carefully measured the mud and made two lines of solid footprints to clear the way for her.

After crossing the farmland, the roads in the town were scattered on the ground, and the town of Watt was already dark, and most of the houses fell silent in the rain, and the fire they had been seeing came from the watchtower not far away, and two figures with spears walked around the firelight.

Tarrant remembered the location of the inn, and he pulled Katrina towards the place.

"Is the hotel still open?" asked Katrina worriedly.

"It should still be open, but there is no dinner to serve," Tarrant said with a wry smile, adding, "If it's closed, we can stay there," he said, pointing to the watchtower in the distance.

The mage shook his head, countless raindrops thrown out of his long hair, "Bad day." ”

The door of the inn was closed, but there was a faint light coming through the crack in the door, and the fat man with the mustache should still be there, and Tarrant slammed the door.

No response.

Katrina put her arm around Tarrant, and the streets were dark and deserted, and the water falling on the stone slabs was a loud noise.

Tarrant clenched his fist and slammed on the door, "Is there anyone!" The knock was engulfed in the rain, and the people around him wouldn't notice it.

There was a rusty grinding sound inside, a kerosene lamp, and a fat head slowly sticking out of the crack in the door, "Who?" The cream stuck to his mustache, exactly as it had been when Tarrant had left.

"Knight of the Light of Protection. ”

The fat man looked at the two of them, a knight in broken armor, carrying a farmer's iron fork and a dirty katana, the notch of the armor cleverly dug out the proper mark, and the lady next to him covered half of her face with her long hair, covered with green grass seeds, and her chest was ...... The innkeeper's gaze stopped greedily over there, and he swallowed as the drops of water poured down his chest.

Tarrant stood in front of him, "Is there still a room?"

The disgusting mustache jumped up and down, "I'm sorry!" The head quickly retracted behind the door, and the door closed with a "bang".

The rain from the eaves flowed from the top of Tarrant's head to the armor, and he carried a body of water like a container, "damn it", he was already in a bad mood, and he didn't want his girlfriend to get a little more rain, and after taking a step back, he raised his foot and kicked on the door, and the door panel fell in response.

The mustache turned to look at the uninvited guest in horror, "Robber!"