Thou art high up in glory with all the spirits, but thou hast overlooked the unspeakable sorrow of the world!

—To Solaka

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Samira's expression and movements when she was changing clothes were so clear.

He leaned in, then slowly forced her back against the mirror of the closet.

You can see each other's faces in the mirror.

"The "dessert" you just prepared for me tasted very good, or do you want to prepare me another unique breakfast in the bedroom? ”

Aslan deliberately accentuated his tone on "dessert".

Shamira knew what Aslan meant by "dessert."

"Ah, you ......"

Forced to stick to the mirror, the cold feeling made her subconsciously shake, and Samira realized that the hateful creature who was holding her from behind was taking in her embarrassment and shame through the mirror.

"Let go!" Exclaimed, "The mirror is about to break, it's expensive!" ”

After finishing speaking, Samira quickly pushed Aslan away with her backhand, closed the cabinet door and threw a few clothes at random, and said in a hurry: "You go and change it, don't stand here." ”

Aslan took the clothes that Samira threw over, and looked at her very seriously, with a smile on his face, "Very beautiful!" ”

"!!"

Samira knew what Aslan meant by being pretty, and she threw a piece of clothing over again, hoping to keep Aslan away from her.

Aslan put on her clothes on the side, and Samira looked in the mirror, looked at herself carefully from top to bottom, and let out a long sigh.

To be honest, this is the first time she has spent more than one night at home, and the first time she has seriously taken care of herself in front of the mirror.

After all, the rest of the time is either during the mission or on the way to the mission, and there is no such opportunity to sleep in the open at all.

She didn't expect some unrealistic progress with Aslan, Noxus didn't talk about his origin, but that didn't mean he didn't care about his origin.

A nobleman is always a little easier to climb up than a commoner.

After all, she also knew what the two families of Du Quecao and the Bloody Lady represented.

There are too many differences between her and Aslan, their identities, experiences, backgrounds, and paths they have traveled.

Now, the most sensible thing to do was for her to dispel this unrealistic fantasy and draw a line with Aslan from now on, but Samira put her hands on her chest and paused all movements.

A small piece of black ice had just fused there, and it was the bond between her and Aslan, whatever the meaning of the bond and what the consequences were, but the bond was the bond.

Taking a deep breath in the mirror, Samira suddenly realized that her true heart did not reject the feelings between her and Aslan, and even made her a little intoxicated.

She doesn't want to let go!

Finally, in some way, Shamira walked down the stairs and found Aslan sitting at the living room table.

This sight made her subconsciously rub her eyes.

"Am I in the wrong place? This lovely Mr. Noxus, the proud aristocratic lord, is actually preparing breakfast for the lady in his mouth? I'm not mistaken?! ”

Although she said this, a hint of sweetness rose in Samira's heart.

A man who is willing to make you breakfast, at least not just for you, he may want to steal something from you!

It's hard for her to imagine that Aslan, as a nobleman, would actually give her a big-headed soldier to make breakfast.

No matter how many medals she has won and how perfectly she has completed her tasks, if she doesn't get a knighthood, the big-headed soldier is still a big-headed soldier, and the difference between her and Aslan's identities is still huge.

For no reason, Shamira had a trace of longing in her heart.

"Yes, lady, may I invite you to breakfast?"

Aslan knocked on the table, not paying attention to the spikes in Samira's tone, but looked at her with that adoring gaze, and pushed the prepared things in front of her as she sat down at the table, "You don't seem to like the earrings I gave you, so I have another gift for you." ”

Samira took a deep breath and slowly chewed on the food on her plate, and although it was just a simple omelette, she felt surprisingly good today.

"After breakfast, I think you should be able to take me to visit your captain."

Aslan handed Shamira a glass of water, "Regarding the injury on her leg, I think it needs to be done a full examination first, you see, there is a very big difference between me looking for it myself and you taking me there. ”

Samira stopped swallowing her food, and she understood what Aslan meant.

This is a multiple-choice question in which she takes the initiative to become her own person, and is forced to become her own person.

After swallowing the food on the plate as fast as she could, Samira poured a large glass of water, then took a deep breath, and when she had done this, she realized that something was wrong.

She was too involved in eating, and she didn't remember for a while that Aslan was still watching from the sidelines, and her movements froze.

"Looks like my craft isn't bad!" Aslan didn't care about Samira's rudeness, but straightened out his clothes, "I like the clothes you gave me." ”

"You should know that while I can use the intel to find your captain's bar, it's clear that doing so will spoil the matter."

Aslan carefully analyzed Shamira, "Because any of my actions may cause a chain reaction, so keeping a low profile is the best way to protect your captain's safety, which is why I thank you for giving me clothes." ”

"As if I was paid for preparing breakfast for you, you could take me for a walk around the street, and I would like to see some interesting street anecdotes that I don't normally see."

Sami moved her mouth, but didn't speak, she knew Aslan was giving her a step.

"I don't know if Captain Indali understands aristocratic etiquette, whether I should learn it, otherwise I will look vulgar when I get along with Aslan in the future!"

The thought came to her mind for no reason.

No one doesn't want to put their best foot forward in front of the people they care about, whether it's good or bad!

Suppressing her heartbeat, Shamira knew that she couldn't be too proactive, and she couldn't be too easily attacked.

But... With her fiery personality, how can she endure it?

Knowing that Aslan was going to accompany her to inspect the captain's leg, she was happy, and directly hugged his neck and gave him a deep kiss generously.

Aslan was almost pounced by her, but fortunately he took a small step back to stabilize his body, all the words behind him froze on his face, and he helplessly opened his hand and hugged Samira.

"If you can really heal the captain's leg, I will listen to you in the future, I will be your little wild cat!"

Aslan's eyes narrowed.

There wasn't much information about Samira's relationship with her captain Indali in the background, but judging by her attitude at the moment, he felt that he vaguely seemed to grasp the crux of Samira's problem.

If Indali's problem is dealt with, Shamira's problem will be very easy to solve.

And in the "Nightingale's Sorrow" bar, Indalie held a beautifully written letter in her hand, and she leaned against the window, thinking about something.

At the same time, LeBlanc also glanced at "Tonya" who walked into the room.

"I've been paying attention to you for a long time," she said

"Me too."

Lisandro replied.