"Well, there's something I want to tell you. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Clotea stood behind him with the long sword in his hand, and his sword wiping action paused slightly, waiting for her next words, "I'm in love." As always, she told her story straight to the point, and the sword bell in Ron's hand touched the sharpening stone. He was silent, and she didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, and the tacit understanding between them seemed to disappear in an instant.

He stood up, and she looked at him who had surpassed her in the past two years, and tilted her head to the side, and the whisper of the night wind stirring the leaves was like the prayer of the dead, and she gently stepped forward and hugged him, and buried her head in his broad back, and this movement went on for a long, long time.

"You, decided?" Ron patted her hand, turned around, stared at her crimson eyes, and asked, "When this mission is over, can you show me him? As he had been her butler, he was smiling.

"I just wanted to tell you. Don't trouble him!" Clotea raised her fist, announcing to him how important the man was to her.

"It's a shame that you're two years older than me, so you can decide for yourself. Ron hugged the back of his head and said very seriously, "Really, I don't know if there will be anyone other than me who can stand your character!"

"Hey, what do you mean, what's wrong with my personality, isn't it!" her pink fist landed on his chest, and then suddenly she lay on his chest, crying loudly. He looked at her at a loss, and his raised hands didn't know where to put them.

"Why did you cry all of a sudden?

"You conscienceless, you idiot!" Clotea cried as she hammered his chest, "I have someone I like, we can't eat and drink like before, we start to separate, we start to drift apart, we start to have our own lives, I don't have a guy to get angry at any time, I don't have a bastard to talk about, you will never make me happy in any way, stand in front of me to protect me, clean up the mess for me, and there will be no more meals you make!" All the habits that have been formed will be overturned, and one day we will be strangers!"

Ron looked at the tantrum girl in front of him, listening to her crying catharsis, his hand fell on her head: "We won't be strangers. Maybe you have someone around you who is worthy of your protection, maybe all your habits will change because of this, you will cook well, clean up your room well, dress up carefully when you go out on a date, no longer so willful, no longer so squeamish, and start to have your own life, but I can still listen to you tell you what is on my mind, cry with you, and invite you to all kinds of meals, just because you are my friend, a friend who can be treated well for the rest of your life. ”

。。。。。。 The lights of the stage were lit up at this moment, Ron still maintained the action of touching his head to kill, Crodia's body was a little stiff, the applause from the audience had already sounded, and people with water glasses and microphone speakers and the like trotted onto the stage, for no other reason, today's performance was almost over, the logistics began to work, and the appearance of everyone busy made the stage with only two people lively.

"I, say, are you sure you want to do it again?!" Ron rubbed his shoulder, Clotea had already played with flames in the corner of the wall after getting off the stage, who knows if she would be unhappy and burn the whole stage, although Ron himself played a rival role with her in this scene, and even had few movements and expressions, but he was also tortured enough by the continuous cut, "I don't care, but Crothea's side ......" just finished speaking, a flame has burned a prop clean.

"You!say!what!!!!!!

"Looks like it's on!" the unscrupulous Ron sat with her roommate Rena and chatted, "Do you want to bet on dinner, in 30 seconds, that person's hair will be burned to the ground!"

"No, you and Tia are so familiar, you don't know what kind of character she is. She said as she took a sip of water.

"Cut!" Ron was upset that he didn't make it to dinner, and ducked to the side to read the script. Thirty seconds later, as he said, the man was on fire above his head. After a short break, and when Clotea finally calmed down, their rivalry finally began again. Fortunately, this time the whole process was finally filmed, and I don't know if it was the people above who were frightened by Crothea's fire, and there was no stop in the middle. After a day in the drama club, everyone finally ended today's mission, contrary to Clotea's high mood, Ron's mood after reading the script can be described as low!

"Why did you hang up?!" while eating, Ron stared at the dinner in front of him, and spat out a sentence from time to time, causing everyone to look sideways.

"What's wrong with you, it's not normal at all since you left the house!" Crotea asked, kicking him in the shin with the tip of her shoe. Rena, who came over to eat, smiled and said to Clothea:

"Tia, Ron, he only appeared after watching the plot of the next scene. She leaned towards Crotea.

"Oh? Crotea didn't care about Ron's state and asked curiously.

"In the next scene of the script, Ron's role is hanging!" Rena said calmly, but the effect was unexpectedly great!

"Hung up?!"

"Hung up. ”

"Hang?" Rena nodded earnestly again, and Crotian squirted out the juice she had just drunk, drenching Ron in the face, and asked, "Do you have any lines?"

Rena shook her head and said, "I don't even need to appear, I live in the narration!!"

"I 。。。。。。 At this time, there were countless divine beasts rushing through Crodia's heart, and then laughed out loud, and Ron seemed to wake up after realizing it, calmly wiped the water stains on his face, and then replied silently: "What's so funny!"

"Live, live in the narration... Hahaha, hahaha!" Clotea laughed weakly, lying on his stool, and the people who came with them also covered their mouths and snickered, and endured it so hard, "No, no, I'm laughing to death." ”

"Laugh and laugh, hurry up and eat!!" Ron stuffed a big dick into his mouth in frustration, looking at these heartless bastards and biting hard. (To be continued.) )