"The body is like quicksand, the heart is like flying gravel, and there is a wisp of worry and sorrow!

- Samira

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"This beautiful lady, if every warbler on the flower street has the charm of yours, then Noxus must be a good place full of "ladies"! ”

In the early morning when the warm sun is rising, the sun's rays are not so blazing, but it also makes people have a lazy enjoyment.

Aslan sat on a bench on the terrace and looked up at Samira, pointing at him, his gaze mesmerized, as if he were intoxicated by the charm that emanated from her.

The sun left a silhouette on the slender figure of this Shurima girl, her chestnut braids were wrapped together by the gold chains on her head, and the two brilliant dark gold earrings under the smooth earlobes were like two small snakes swaying in the wind, constantly making a soft "jingle bell" sound.

Although her skin does not belong to the kind of noble lady raised to be bright and white, it is also amazingly healthy and beautiful.

The interaction just now made her face a little more flushed, the delicate and moving collarbone was revealed from under the pajamas, and when Aslan's eyes were focused, the upper edge of her lace corset could be faintly seen, and the arc was even more majestic.

This is a mature woman, who is at the stage of being picked at the moment, and the invisible rippling charm constantly sends the strongest and most sincere invitation to him.

"Well, then, this lovely aristocratic gentleman, I have to tell you the fact that a simple lady can't get along in Noxus!"

Shamira looked at Aslan, she felt a little strange in her heart, and there seemed to be a hint of insecurity.

She felt that getting along with people was much more complicated than fighting and missions!

She wanted to say something to Aslan, but she wasn't very good at answering between men and women in this kind of social situation.

Feeling that his kitten seemed to be in a state of resentment again, Aslan stood up, fortunately tall enough not to look embarrassed when hugging Samira, and then reached out to grab her hand.

"I've got something for you, my kitten."

Aslan smiled as he condensed a black ice seed in his palm, controlling it to transform into a snake-like shape.

"What?" Samira, who was hugged by Aslan, stiffened, and she felt her heart beat a little faster.

Gently taking off Samira's serpentine earrings, Aslan wanted to put the "earrings" made of black ice on her behalf.

"Is this a gift? I feel more like it's surveillance! ”

Looking at the black ice earrings condensed by Aslan, Samira was a little disappointed in her heart, she thought of some possibilities, so much so that she spoke directly!

The subtle affection she had for Aslan gradually disappeared, and she felt that this person really just regarded her as a "kitten".

The tone and behavior are full of aristocratic arrogance, cold and careless, treating oneself as a plaything and throwing it away when it is finished.

Aslan flipped his palm, and the earrings condensed by the dark black ice lay quietly in the palm of his hand, refracting the sunlight and emitting a dazzling light, and Samira could see it clearly.

"As long as your body is still running the power of frost, then these earrings will always be there, no matter where you are!"

Aslan looked at Samira, "You like to go to dangerous places on every mission, and this little thing exists just to make me better confirm your safety!" ”

"I hope you don't think I'm spying!" He looked at Samira, "I'm more worried about your safety than what you think of me!" ”

“……”

Samira stopped talking, not knowing what to say.

She looked at Aslan, and knew that the other party was looking at her, and she reminded herself again and again in her heart.

"What's so good about this man? He's tricking your heart with rhetoric right now, maybe he's just trying to be fresh for a while, you're nothing, Shamira, you're just a cat that has been raised, and you shouldn't have subjective feelings..."

However, the more this thought grew, the more Shamira found that her cheeks were still a little hotter, and her restless and hesitant heart was jumping wildly.

"Having said all that, aren't you still spying?"

Pretending not to care at all, Samira pursed her lips, but her hands moved a little restlessly.

It's the first time for him, he's on it, it's not too much to receive some gifts by himself, right?

She thought to herself, and some of them wanted to take it and put it on.

"This is a testimony to our relationship, don't you want to accept it? Think of it as surveillance, but I'd like to be able to put it on for you. ”

"Are all the nobles as grinding and chirping as you? If you want to wear it, hurry up, it's very windy on the terrace, hurry up, I'm in a hurry! ”

The devil sent the gods, and Samira blurted out the words, but she didn't have time to recover them.

After finishing speaking, she took the opportunity to peek at Aslan, and saw that he didn't notice her embarrassed state at the moment, and at the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief and a sweet and sour joy welled up in her heart.

Obediently waiting for Aslan to help him put on the earrings, Samira immediately pushed him away, "What a waste of time, how can you also have those bad problems of nobles!" ”

She said these words, and then walked into the room, and forcefully opened the door of the closet, pretending to bury her head in search of clothes, but also to relieve her wildly beating heart and the expression on her face.

"I'm going to change my clothes! What about you? I also have men's clothing here. ”

Because of the needs of the mission, Shamira had a lot of clothes at home.

She bent down to untie the pearl and silk thread straps around the waist of her pajamas as she spoke, allowing the skirt to slide down her smooth black stockings, revealing her long, straight, round, plump legs.

A woman's nature to love beauty seems to be the same in any world, and Piltover's stockings have a lot of value in the heart of every woman who loves beauty.

As she spoke, through the mirror, Samira was also sensitive to Aslan's gaze and the place where he was looking.

She found that she seemed to know a little bit of the bad guy's hobbies.

Bending down, Samira deliberately showed her body's excellent flexibility and leg curves, she understood that this was her advantage, while slowly taking off the stockings, she was also paying attention to Aslan's gaze, in a slightly curly long braid, as the stockings were rolled into a grip slowly downward, gradually revealing her slightly concave knees, calves and ankles.

Aslan walked over, and then naturally wrapped his arms around her waist, "Looks like you like my gift!" ”

"I don't like it, I don't like it at all, I just feel like I'm at a loss if I don't take something from you and come back!"

Samira was insincere, and she had found an acceptable reason and excuse for her actions just now.

She knew that Aslan couldn't just have her, especially in Noxus, a place where strength speaks.

Likewise, she didn't know if the power in her body would limit her freedom, but she couldn't wait to enjoy it.

After her home was destroyed and her family was separated, she had no worries and needed to use dangerous tasks to numb herself, relieve the uneasiness and loneliness in her heart, and seem to have calmed down from the panic and had a harbor to dock.

She may just want a little happiness, a little peace of mind!

And Aslan; Appeared just right!

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Forehead...

Chapter 48 is under review,

So the forty-nine changes were made in advance.

Everyone, keep reading it,