The docking state of the mind is somewhat strange, like a bird in the sky overlooking a small figure below, and everything about this figure can be mastered by himself.

Including thoughts, emotions and desires.

Melen felt very new to this, and was especially curious, why did the "stranger" named Caesar in front of him and Sister Lydia treat differently when she was also connected by prayers?

can clearly feel that this famous and powerful Caesar is already in a state of complete surrender to him, and even saying that surrender is implicit, and it should be more accurate to be fanatical.

However, Lydia did not do so.

Her personality and mentality have not changed, but she has inexplicably the ability to travel through time and space with him......

"Maybe Lydia is special in her own right?"

Inexplicably, I thought of the demonic form she transformed into when she came to the door before the relationship between the two was close.

But now is obviously not the time to think about this too much, so after explaining some things in the past, he voluntarily withdrew from this state.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that there was an orange and yellow spot in front of me, still a quietly burning flame in the fireplace in the living room.

"What a wonderful article."

He sighed secretly.

The red orange in his hand has been eaten up unconsciously at this moment, and there is a faint feeling of swelling pain in his brain, which is not big, but it can still keep reminding him of what he experienced just now.

In fact, the experience was more than just perfecting the prayer, it was even more unique than he expected......

There was a ticking sound.

Looking sideways, not far away, in the corner of the living room, a mechanical clock full of classical beauty was constantly swinging, and the finger on it corresponded to the time of 5:20 minutes.

It was no time of day, but it was dark outside the veil-covered window, and when you looked closely, you could see bursts of hazy silver snowflakes falling from the sky, slapping against the window with a slight crackling sound.

It seems to be snowing all year round, maybe it's because the two silver-haired girls prefer winter, or maybe they don't know that there is anything else to talk about, so they never think about changing it.

Anyway, sitting in front of the fireplace, quietly feeling the warmth that is completely different from the outside, and listening to the movement of the firewood burning, I feel good inside.

After being in a daze for a while, sorting out some of the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Meren got up and walked to the second floor.

The look on his face was much more relaxed than before.

Although he had been chatting leisurely with the two girls before, he was more concerned about what would happen if his real body came here.

But just now, when the prayer had been perfected for various reasons, Merron had put aside this anxiety for a while—

It is amazing that through this new version of the prayer he was able to communicate with reality and connect with those with whom he had been connected.

This connection is not a conversation, but more like an expression of will, with a posture of overlooking the other person, the mind can turn to make the other person understand what he wants to say.

Meren felt that this state seemed more like a god facing mortals, and he even had a feeling that he could do a lot with this connection—not just life and death.

It's just that, considering that there are very few people who are qualified to be "lucky" by him, Melen does not plan to experiment with this ability for the time being.

But relying on this alone has already benefited him a lot—the real body has come here, and even if he can't go back for a while, he can use the existence of this ability to continue to connect with those close to him, so that he will not be completely lost here.

"It's just that doesn't mean that I need to stay in this world for a while......"

Considering that the trajectory of his fate seemed to be filled with many doubtful coincidences, the thought crossed Merlen's mind.

But he didn't think deeply about it, because while thinking about things, he had already reached the bedroom on the second floor.

Silently pushing open the door, I saw two young girls sleeping together on a tatami mat, their dreamy and beautiful long silver hair intertwined and spread, their cheeks half hidden, and they did not look clear in the dim light of the bedroom.

The surging body fragrance fills the bedroom, a bit like being in nature, with the fragrance of flowers mixed with the fresh smell of grass and air.

A slight but lovely breath is the only sound here.

After a few glances at the interesting and strange couple, Melen did not disturb their sleep, but quietly approached the front, sat down behind him, and looked at one of them.

The two girls are like a pair of twins, their facial features are basically the same, and even the beauty mole on the tip of the nose that is not very conspicuous exists in the same position.

I don't know what Sylvi thought when she created No. 1, and she didn't even let go of this subtlety.

But on the other hand, although the appearance is the same, the height and shortness are completely different.

No. 1 is taller, slender, and has a cheerful temperament with some heroism, while Sylvie is more like a little girl, although she looks like a princess, her style is petty, and she doesn't look like the mysterious woman in reality at all.

The two of them are more like sisters together, and it's very easy to recognize who is who, but Merron didn't come over to do anything dirty or unspeakable, but to try to travel through time and space through the spirit pact that had already been concluded-

Originally, he wanted to get close to the Heavenly Spring, but now that they were asleep, there was no need to be in a hurry to do it.

"Let's hope there won't be any more accidents."

At the end of the day, he prayed silently.

The fact that the real body "fell" here from reality was enough to worry him, and if he continued to "fall" from time and space, then things would obviously become more complicated.

It's like falling into the abyss, getting farther and farther away from the "way out......

However, despite the apprehension about the future, Meren did not hesitate anything, and as his mind turned, the connection deep into the soul had been activated, making him slowly close his eyes.

Then, sitting here, he remained motionless, as if he were a sculpture.

Time passed slowly, and Melen was always there, which proved that his body did not continue to "fall", but on the other hand, this situation was not without trouble......

The snowy night is still outside, and the new wood in the fireplace in the living room seems to never burn, and the flame is always crackling and burning.

There was a period of silence in the bedroom on the second floor.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that a silver-haired girl lying not far from Melen slowly opened her eyes, got up, and was confused for a while, and suddenly saw the figure sitting on the ground in front of her, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Why did my brother fall asleep while sitting?"

Sylvie grunted, and her purple eyes, which had become much more awake, glanced at Number One beside her, and realized that she was still asleep, and she didn't take it seriously.

After a few steps, she got up and walked a few steps, she was about to go to the living room to drink water, and suddenly her eyes turned back to the figure sitting next to One.

"He was always closer to my husband."

The girl muttered with some dissatisfaction, "Even sleep together." ”

One is also very close to Mellen, which makes Sylvie often feel as if she has become an outsider.

However, this kind of careful thinking is actually not much now, and the newly revived mind is not very clear, so she is dissatisfied and dissatisfied, but she has no other action.

On the contrary, it is very strange, why didn't this cheap brother sleep with them in his arms?

I've already done this kind of thing last time, so do you have to be reserved this time?

The girl was a little puzzled, but she didn't think about it.

After going out to drink water and going to the bathroom again, her mind was completely clear.

Walking back barefoot, he suddenly stopped as he passed Merlen.

"Hmmm......"

Looking down thoughtfully at the black-haired boy at her feet, who didn't look very big, Sylvie didn't know what she was thinking, and her face became a little tangled.

It seems that I want to do something, but I have concerns.

But it didn't take long to see that Melen was still motionless, and this entanglement turned into a temptation.

Sylvie gritted her teeth, and lightly touched Merron's arm with her white toes, and the five toes of her other foot were already curled up on the floor, ready to jump away and run away if she was not careful.

As a result, Mellen, who was touched, did not react.

"I slept so soundly......"

Sylvie breathed a sigh of relief, and an inexplicable excitement flashed across her little face.

But she's timid by nature, and she won't be completely reassured just by trying.

So for the next half hour, she used her little foot to keep touching and kicking, and it didn't take much force, but she swept the hidden parts of Meren's body.

In the end, the girl even had the audacity to clamp the slender lips of the majestic brother with her fair and round toes.

It's a wonderful touch, a bit like a soft calf that doesn't bend over when it's tickle, and uses your toes lazily to scratch and rub.

But it's many times more comfortable than that.

The sharp tips of her toes could clearly feel the hardness and smoothness of her teeth, and with each touch, it was as if a small hammer was constantly hitting the back of her head, making her heart beat faster and faster.

Unconsciously, my breathing became very short, and I felt more and more nervous.

I don't know when, the face of the silver-haired girl with her feet crossed has become red, her eyes are wide open, looking at her own behavior, there is an impulse in her heart that makes her can't help but be in a daze, and the urge to want something begins to grow.

But...... What to do?

In some ways, she is like a blank sheet of paper, which makes her look stupid, but the current appearance is enough to make her feel addicted.

The feeling of novelty brings many novel stimuli, which makes her reluctant to get out of this strange state.

Her perfect purple eyes became moist at some point, as if a kitten was scratching her timid heart one after another with its fleshy little paws......

I don't know how long it took for Sylvie to wake up and pull her toes back.

"What am I doing......

In an instant, cold sweat overflowed her forehead, and her heart beat very fast.

A little frightened, she looked east and west, and when she saw that no one had noticed her sneaky behavior, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

And then I was a little stunned, and I was going to stop all this weird thing—

She did this because of the last time Mellen hugged the two of them, and it was a very strange feeling, something she had never experienced before.

So just now, seeing that Melen was sleeping very hard, Sylvie wanted to try it.

However, although the result of the attempt made her very nostalgic and even addicted, on the other hand, she always felt that doing so was an offense to her brother, a betrayal of her partner, and that she was doing something bad.

So although she was a little reluctant, the girl finally gritted her teeth and stepped away, ready to stop thinking about it and go back to sleep.

It's just that the first step she walked very resolutely, and the second and third steps became more and more slow.

Obviously not a few steps away from her bed, but Sylvie's whole person was like a rusty machine, and she was quite sluggish.

"What's the difference between my brother and us......

When she bent down and lifted the corner of the futon, this thought flashed through her mind, and some emotion in her heart began to swell again.

She didn't know how many years she had been born here, but she had never seen a man.

In the early years, because I felt too lonely, I fabricated a partner according to my own appearance on a whim, and then I inexplicably had the concept of family and husband in my mind, but I didn't have the cognition of men and women.

So Sylvi always felt that there was nothing abnormal about the relationship between herself and her husband.

until he met Mellen, the cheap brother.

From him, the girl learned that the relationship between herself and her husband was not very normal, although it was not nothing, but it did not belong to the mainstream.

Sylvie was not convinced, and she didn't think that Merlen's mainstream had anything to do with her current life.

But at the same time, she was curious.

Why is the relationship between husband and wife, which seems very suitable to melan, abnormal in Mellen's mouth?

If this is not normal, then what is?

Is it necessarily normal for men to be between women?

Why?

What is the difference between the two genders?

Where does this difference come from?

Can they complement each other? Or is there something else?

Ever since these doubts were in place, Sylvie had become more and more curious.

It's just that the only man she can contact is Mellen.

And although Melen proposed last time that she wanted to go further with them, she didn't see any actual action, which made Sylvie, who was looking forward to it a little disappointed.

Originally, because of Merlen's majesty, she didn't want to do anything, and she didn't plan to say anything, she was actually a little afraid of this cheap brother.

Now, however, he is asleep......

"Just take a look, take a look, it shouldn't be anything."

The girl was entangled, "But, what if it's discovered?" ”

"It doesn't seem like anything if I find it, just let him hug me. Last time, he said that he wanted to get along with us, so he wouldn't regret it, right? ”

"But what kind of relationship should we have?"

"I already have a partner."

"But, she seems to welcome my brother more than I am, alas......"

The posture of bending over into the quilt had long since become motionless, twisting her neck sideways, and the delicate and beautiful silver-haired girl like a doll stared at Melen in a very awkward posture, looking at No. 1, and staring at Melun again, feeling a little frightened by the complicated thoughts in her heart.

But more than that, it's just about to move.

Although she is very old, her mentality is not mature, and she does not have many concepts of right and wrong.

So, in the face of this person who can be at her mercy, full of mystery and very curious, Sylvie's already weak restraint in her heart is becoming more and more unable to stand the test.