Frederick woke up to the scorching eye of the morning sun. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 When he reached out to cover his eyelids, he rolled over and rolled off the sofa, and fell on the carpet with a "sigh", and suddenly had a splitting headache and squirmed on the carpet.

The smell of stomach acid and alcohol came from the carpet, apparently once wet with vomit, but the sofa was as fragrant and clean as ever, and it was probably cleaned with care.

Filia ran out of the kitchen with a spoon to take a look, saw Frederick fall on the carpet and couldn't get up, opened her eyes in surprise for 0.1 seconds, then bent her beautiful eyes, sneered, unbuttoned her apron, and came over to help him: "Tell you to drink, you're so drunk that you're dying, do you still have a pain in your head?" helped him lean on the sofa, put the glass of water to his lips, and poured it gently: "Drink some pear soup." ”

Frederick was chewing on the dregs of stomach acid in his mouth, and he was uncomfortable, just as he rinsed down the warm pear soup, washed the coating of his tongue, turned sour to sweet, and his headache was better, and he felt like he had been reborn by the Holy Light. He threw his head up and drank the pear soup, and Filia got up to leave, but was dragged back by Frederick's wrist.

Filia's hair fluttered, and she turned her head to look at Frederick in astonishment, and saw the drunkard with a hangover and headache drooping his eyelids, and asked in confusion, "I ...... yesterday Sleeping on the couch?"

"I don't have the key to your dormitory, so I can only let you sleep on the sofa. Why, you want to share a bed with your sister?" Filia said disdainfully, glancing at him: "You drank until your stomach bleeds, lying on the sofa and vomiting coffee, I was afraid that you would die, so I took care of you." ”

There are two kinds of people who are cleaner than their mouths, one is a hangover drunkard, and the other is an abusive spectator. The charm of bourbon is that you get so drunk that you don't know the pain of wrestling, and the price is that you will definitely wake up in sour vomit the next day.

Filia cleaned Frederick's vomit many times, but she tried to make fun of Frederick in order to downplay her exploits.

Frederick thanked her for giving him a clean and fresh morning, tried to smile a little, and then asked in confusion, "I didn't do anything too much yesterday, did I?"

Filia's mood fluttered, like a boat rocking in the waves, and she clenched her collar happily and fearfully, and blurted out: "Of course not! Who do you think you are, so that I will not be taken advantage of by drunkards." "But I thought to myself, remember it quickly, you remember it quickly."

Frederick didn't squeak, tilted his head and frowned, immersed in the memories that fascinated him. He dreamed of holding Filia while drunk, and completed a kiss that was so tender that the tip of her tongue was slippery and sweet, and her whimpering was maddeningly coquettish. Frederick closed his eyes and recalled, trying to remember the dream that would never come true, and then he had to come back to reality, be strict with himself, and treat others well.

When Filia saw him close his eyes and rub his forehead, she thought he had a headache and ignored herself, so she lowered her hands and became lost for no apparent reason, and turned her head to make breakfast.

Later, Ophelia rubbed her eyes and got up, like a sleepy-eyed walking corpse, indifferently passing by everyone, swaying into the bathroom, her hair unkempt and washing her face with water, and combing her hair in the mirror.

When Frederick saw his sister, he immediately pressed the evil fire against Felia, staggered to his feet and shouted, "Ophelia! I'll take you on a tour of the bank, and from today onwards, you'll be the boss of a private bank. ”

Ophelia squinted and frothed at the mouth with a toothbrush in her mouth, and looked back at her brother, "Oh. ”

Fillia yelled in the kitchen, "Breakfast first! I'll fry you toast and eggs." ”

Frederick ran into the bathroom, pushed his sister aside, took a glass of water and gargled her mouth. Ophelia gritted her toothbrush and was not convinced, twisted her waist, knocked him away with her ass, regained the treasure in front of the mirror, and continued to tilt her head to brush her teeth.

Frederick gargled his appetite and ran to sit down at the table.

With her left hand crossed over her waist and her right hand frying an egg, Filia turned her head and asked him, "Have you washed your hands?"

Frederick silently ran back to wash his hands, then ran back with a smile on his face and shouted, "I'm starving! ”

"Be careful. Felia set up two eggs of sugar toast and served them to the table, then sucked her index finger and looked down at Frederick: "Taste it! Won't it be too sweet?"

But Ophelia had already combed her hair and ran out, sat beside Frederick with the little lion rag doll, hugged her brother's arm hard, looked at Filia, raised her head and pouted, and coquettishly told her brother without fear: "Feed me!"

Filia was stunned for a moment, and smiled helplessly: "I won't rob my brother with you! He shrugged his shoulders in a sarcastic manner, then walked to feed his pets with his waist on his back. The little lion and the little saber-toothed tiger chased after her and jumped up and down her calf, eager to stand up and curry favor.

Frederick wanted Filia to sit down, and looked back at Filia's back with an itch, but her arm was shaken by her angry sister: "Don't look at her! ”

But this was heard by Filia, who deliberately did not look back, but the corners of her mouth hung up, and she squatted down with a smile to pour the dog food, and gently touched Simba's head, and guessed whether Frederick loved her.

Frederick turned his head to touch his sister's silver hair and said softly, "Eat quickly, and we'll leave in a moment." You finally don't have to bring a wig to the door, and I will have to eat, drink and have fun with you in the future to compensate for the loss of your childhood. Don't be coquettish, obedient. ”

Ophelia then felt a sense of security and obediently picked up her knife and fork to eat.

When it was time to leave, Ophelia ran back to the room to change out of her pajamas, and Filia seized the opportunity to close the house while casually saying, "Beautiful and unrelated, how long can you hold it?"

Frederick helped her clean up the dishes, stood side by side with her in front of the sink to wash the dishes, restrained his rippling mood, and seriously clarified: "My sister is my obligation, how can I mess with her." If my parents found out, their legs would be broken. He didn't dare to say that his grandfather was still alive.

Filia remembered what he said when he was drunk, "Elena is my duty, my sister is my duty, my brother is my everything", and she couldn't help but sigh, "Do you not have the function of falling in love with others? ”

Frederick's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered the fragrant dream, in which Felia softened in his body like sweet toffee. He longed to hug the girl who kissed him, so he stood beside him and washed the dishes, but he refused to make any extraneous branches, and was stunned.

Fillia suddenly couldn't hear the answer, only to find that Frederick didn't squeak, and immediately regretted that she had ruined the atmosphere, and hurriedly swept away the resentment, smiled, brushed the red hair with wet hands, and smiled chicly: "That's a question, because I can answer it myself." I'd rather you be loving than lonely. You're a man who has declared war on a demigod, and loneliness can make you even more stressed. Am I right?"

"Well, I'm not lonely. You speak as if I don't want anybody. When Frederick heard this free and frank concern, he wanted to hug her tightly, but he didn't dare to cheat, so he had to be vague, and he didn't understand whether this was timidity or moderation.

"I'm not scolding you. Who is not lonely? It is precisely because the world is lonely that they will cherish their soulmates. Filia forced a smile and wiped her hands with a rag. Frederick could not stay any longer, and in a hurry he made a polite remark, and fled to the door to change his shoes—but to the dismay of Filia, who felt that even friend-like communication was too blunt, and could not help but blame herself for not being able to restrain her love, and urged herself to "hide her heart if you don't want to scare him away." (To be continued.) )