Every petal has its role!

When combined into roses, it is a huge conspiracy.

- LeBlanc

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Shamira has a house in the outer town of Noxus!

Although it is not big, it is located on the side street of the business district, and she grew up in the street atmosphere since she was a child, and after the death of her parents, she liked and missed this feeling very much. Or rather, it would allow her to find the concept of going home.

The buildings in the business district, although most of them are still Noxian squares, are no longer so solemn in style, and are moderately relaxed.

The small three-storey courtyard, specially decorated with the Shurima characteristic, has a fountain and a few clusters of palm trees, paved with golden sand,

In the middle of the shadow of the tree is a small pavilion wrapped in a large number of green vines, and a thick blanket is placed on the long table inside.

There is quite a kind of elegance in the middle of noisy!

Aslan sat quietly on the small balcony on the second floor, where you could see the street outside and taste the wonderful morning sun.

The morning sun was beautiful, and the treetops slanted into the windows decorated with colorful roses, casting a patchwork of lights and shadows in the room behind his terrace.

The sunlight was refracted by the flower windows into a gorgeous view, and fell on Samira, who was sitting upright at the small table and arranging her hair.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Samira found that her face was full of the kind of shame that had been moistened, and she paused as she brushed her hair.

She wondered why she had given in last night.

There was no dinner, no gifts, and not even the vow process that Shurima Shamin should have, so he went through the process in such a daze.

Although the one who went through the process with him was a hateful boy, and even a few years younger than himself, he looked good, and he was still a kid of the baroness's family.

My first time should be more ritualistic.

But when she thought that she was obsessed with it yesterday, she combed her hair silently.

And it's a "real" shame to be thrown home!

"Are you so dissatisfied? Samira! ”

With a comb in her hand, Samira looked at Aslan's back through the reflection of the mirror and laughed at herself in her heart, "This hateful boy is a bad ghost, what's so good about him?!" ”

Samira began to think about what had contributed to her becoming active last night.

Captain...

She remembered talking between them about the captain.

Right; This kid seems to be saying that he wants to help his captain heal his legs.

Thinking of this, Samira stopped what she was doing and secretly looked at Aslan's back through the mirror.

Gotta ask, or she feels like she's at a loss.

After a few seconds of muttering, she stood up and casually put on her pajamas and walked towards Aslan.

The pajamas are loose and look empty,

The wide pajamas and her exaggerated figure have a special seduction.

Because there is no restraint, when she walks, there are waves of unevenness, wave after wave, constantly rippling with wind and waves.

Aslan was closing his eyes, as if thinking about something, and Samira stood behind him and raised her hand, several times before stopping.

Noxus is a place of strength, and yesterday she lost, very completely, both in bed and under the bed.

Her gaze subconsciously drifted to Aslan again.

"This kid looks so slender, why does he have so much strength." She felt like her body was falling apart.

At the same time, she was also thinking, what is the phantom behind Aslan? A force that has never been seen before?

What does this have to do with the power that fused into her body?

Out of curiosity, she is now interested in all the information about Aslan.

What's more, now that it was about Indalie's legs, she had to think a little more.

"Say whatever you want!"

While hesitating, Samira found that her body was uncontrollably embraced by Aslan.

For a moment just now, this man's gaze made her a little afraid to look directly, she wanted to say something, but found that her body was almost close to Aslan, and she was being held and sat on the other party's lap.

"My kitten, is it because you didn't have enough fun last night that you start craving your master as soon as you wake up?"

"No..."

Hearing this, Samira's body stiffened slightly, and not only happiness appeared in her heart, but also anticipation and nervousness, and she didn't know how to speak.

After all, it's hard not to misunderstand the situation like this.

"You fused my strength, so we had a very good coordination with each other." Aslan gently stroked Samira's face, his gaze skimmed over her perfect chest, and held back his smile: "Every time you have fun, it is a progress and transformation in strength. ”

Subconsciously bit Aslan's outstretched finger, but Samira quickly realized that something was wrong and spit it out, and a trace of annoyance appeared on her face, "Did you plan it from the beginning?" ”

"What do you mean?" Aslan was puzzled, not understanding why Samira would say that.

"You nobles, you have some hobbies of hunting when you have nothing to do, and now I am beginning to wonder if you sent out the bounty order about you yourself, in order to lead me into your trap."

The more Shamira thought about it, the more she felt that there was such a possibility, and Aslan had already set her eyes on her, so she used this method.

It's so likely!

Otherwise, it is really difficult to understand his logic.

"If you think so, there's nothing wrong with that, I'm really interested in you." Aslan was happy to follow her words.

Anyway, now that the most important thing has been completed, he decided not to reveal his purpose for the time being.

In the plot, Samira will trigger a lot of plots in the future, and since she has found a reason herself, she doesn't have to bother making up excuses anymore.

"I knew it! You're such a nasty guy! ”

I don't know why, Shamira felt that she should have been angry, but she couldn't.

Her mind flooded with memories of herself from last night, and her breath fell.

What a shame!

Shamira couldn't help but feel a little hot on her face, and she covered herself in embarrassment with one hand, and pushed Aslan's chest with the other.

"Looks like the memories I've made look good!"

Sensing Samira's shyness, Aslan knew that her kitten was in some kind of mood at the moment.

The terrace fell silent, save for the sound of Shamira's muffled breathing.

"I'm going to die!" She was still panting as she spoke, "I feel like I've done a hundred lifetime missions to have this kind of scalp tingling!" ”

She was in a happy mood as she sorted out her clothes, but suddenly she felt that she couldn't do this.

Stepping away from Aslan quickly, she stretched out her hand and glared angrily, plump and trembling.

"What did you take me for? A flower street warbler who sells her body? ”

Rather than anger, it is more appropriate to replace it with shame.

But this emotion should not appear in her.

"Why did I subconsciously obey him?"

She didn't just think so in her heart.