How do I fall in love with NO.18 in Dragon Ball

Chapter 175 Come Quietly, Go Quietly

How to do?
What if he wakes up?
No. 18 was terrified like never before, and he couldn't even imagine what would happen after he saw himself.

When her limbs were stiff.

Ning Su who was lying on the bed was also in a daze, in a state of waking up, talking in a vague voice.

"I don't want to drink water, I just want to hold your hand..."

It seemed that he was dreaming, one hand was still raised and he was groping around, as if he was looking for Laziri's hand.

On the 18th, she managed to regain her composure. She saw that he hadn't really woken up yet, so she quickly stretched out her hand for him to grasp.

I want this bastard to stay still, lest he really wake up and be in trouble and die.

soon.

Her cold jade hand was pinched by a big warm hand, and she looked nervously at his face.

"Hands are so cold, I want to warm you..."

Under No. 18's horrified gaze, he held her hand and put it under his clothes.

sturdy.

Warm.

The touch on the hand made No. 18 feel cold, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared nervously at Ning Su, for fear that he would make follow-up actions.

Fortunately.

He finally didn't have any follow-up actions to get up.

call……

Biting her ruddy cherry lips, she let out a breath, and her terrified, beautiful eyes gradually calmed down.

hateful!

The pretty face recovered from Frost and became even colder, and she really wanted to pull out her hand and slap her across the face.

Can't you be more honest after sleeping?

She will not admit that she accidentally dripped sweat, which caused the thrilling scene just now. Anyway, everything is the fault of this bastard.

If it weren't for him insisting on sleeping on the quilt, how could it be so troublesome and frightening.

While complaining, No. 18 also felt that time was running out. He carefully observed to determine when he fell asleep, and wanted to seize the time to tear off the rest of the quilt.

Minutes passed by.

No. 18's gaze stayed on Ningsu's face, and now she was sure that he was asleep, so she wanted to take out the hand that was pinched on her stomach.

After pulling it carefully a few times, I found that it was pinched so tightly that I couldn't pull it out at all, and I didn't dare to use too much force for fear of waking him up.

The 18th was desperate.

How to do this?
She had no choice but to bend down and reach behind his back with one hand.

Her heart was pounding, she gritted her teeth, and continued to move her body down in resentment, trying to lift his chest up with one hand.

"Um……"

When she was working hard, Ning Su made a vague sound, as if she turned over inadvertently.

So only his head remained, and a small part of his shoulders was still pressed against the quilt.

Such a change frightened No. 18, staring at him stiffly, and found that his hand was still tightly squeezed.

Only then did she relax a little, thinking that he was still sleeping, and a gleam of joy appeared on her tense pretty face, thinking that she was lucky.

As for suspecting that he was pretending to be asleep?

She had thought of this, but apart from the accident of sweat, she felt that she had no chance of being discovered, because her attention was lingering on his face.

If you really wake up, you will definitely feel that there is a stranger on the bed, the expression on your face will change, and your breathing will also change accordingly.

It couldn't hide it from her eyes.

However now everything works fine.

This is not what luck is, and her good luck seems to be more than that, Ning Su seemed a little uncomfortable in sleep and couldn't help scratching her body.

This time her hand was released.

Surprisingly, her eyes were a little vigilant, she stared at his face firmly, and it took a few minutes for the pretty face to really smile.

The upturned corner of the mouth shows that number 18 is in a good mood.

She felt that her unlucky day was finally coming to an end, and that she was going to be lucky next.

But is this really the case?
Of course it's...fake, Ningsu didn't wake up when sweat dripped on his body for the first time, and it wasn't until No. 18 was about to move him carefully with one hand that he was awakened by a more majestic softness.

While he was terrified, he controlled himself very well not to reveal his secrets.

Because he had guesses in his heart.

Apart from La Zili and No. 18, he couldn't think of anyone else who could go to his room silently at night.

But Laziri's clothes can't be so thick tonight.

Then the person on the bed can only be No. 18 who has gone and returned. Feeling her movements, he immediately understood the purpose of her coming here.

Obviously, they came to steal the quilt and intend to destroy the traces.

He decided to help her.

He could imagine that she must have been hiding under the bed for a long time.

After all, this house is just such a hiding place, and No. 18 also hid here last time.

No matter how difficult it is for her, she will feel sorry.

However, luck twice is already the limit, and if you continue, it may cause serious consequences.

Why No. 18 tortured himself so much, obviously he didn't want himself to find out.

He didn't want to find her either, because he didn't plan to face her like this.

Not bad now.

Closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep allows her to get by as she wishes.

call……

Exhaling lightly, the frost on No. 18's delicate and pretty face dissipated, looking at only a little bit of the pressed quilt, although there was expectation in his eyes, he did not leave and acted.

Be careful with the position of your head.

We must not fall short.

Moreover, the action just now made her very tired, and she needed to rest for a while, and think about what to do by the way.

She is thinking.

He was a little helpless, so he could only continue to pretend to sleep.

Pray that the 18th moves quickly.

At this moment, she saw only a thin layer of glass on the counter next to the burning candle.

two cups.

Shallow residual wine.

Ruo Youruo was so familiar with the aroma of the wine that her dry throat couldn't help wriggling.

It was the wine just now.

There is a longing in her heart, a regret, and now there is an urge to drink wine.

But this is what the couple of dogs and men drank, how could they drink what they left.

And it's just so shallow.

What dignity is there after drinking...

But no one seemed to see it either.

She was very entangled, but finally the desire in her heart and the quiet environment convinced her.

18's pretty face was tangled and cold, and she crawled past Ningsu cautiously.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly and lifted up the glass, looking at the light liquor like a starry sky, the brilliance in her eyes gradually dimmed.

Is this something to make yourself regret, it's really beautiful, she doesn't think about it being for that woman.

He raised his head and drank the wine.

Immediately.

A figure was clearly in my mind, and the previous shy memory resurfaced, the gentleness of his hands and his broad chest.

His soft voice.

Gradually, her tears fell, and she silently withdrew her hand without lifting another cup.

This is not her wine.

The memory and warm embrace in her mind, his care, comfort and emotion don't belong to her.

Alcohol gets down the throat.

What it brings is a completely different effect.

Because of the joy in the bitterness, the little smile brought by the two "good luck" disappeared again.

She silently looked at the man lying beside her.

Lying down by accident, she didn't know what she was doing, and she closed her eyes to recover the sad memory brought about by making up for the regret.

Ning Su sighed in his heart, and felt that she was a bit pitiful, and he also understood her previous danger.

Now it's hard to drink and cry again.

This makes people speechless.

Who is the culprit?

He chant.

By accident, he turned over, hugged her sideways and moved, as if it was an ordinary movement.

Feel the stiffness and coldness of her body.

He was actually very nervous, so it was actually very dangerous, if he was found pretending to be asleep, he would not have to say anything.

He felt weirdly guilty, feeling the loneliness and sadness she exuded.

Just do it.

long time.

No. 18 stared at him for a long time with foggy eyes.

Seeing that his breathing is even and his expression is normal.

Her body gradually recovered from stiffness.

Familiar and unfamiliar warmth.

Let her purse her cherry lips, struggle with her eyes for a moment, and slowly move her body inside.

Gently resting her head on his chest, just staring at him like this, watching her eyes become more and more blurred.

In the end, he closed his eyes and put his hand gently on his chest, like a lonely little beast, enjoying the strange and dangerous warmth carefully and cautiously.

time lapse.

She felt drowsy coming, she just wanted to relax and sleep like this, but she knew that this place didn't belong to her.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes were not cold, only calm and firm.

She carefully moved his hand away little by little, and came back to the silent darkness from his warm embrace.

She walked around behind him.

Slowly take the last bit of the cup out from under his head, which is not so tightly pressed.

She finally got the quilt, but her eyes were on the wine glass on the counter, which left a shallow layer of Milky Way wine.

Dim vision.

In the end, all the memories of tonight were left with regret and a little bit of reluctance, and the imagined joy disappeared somehow.

There is really no joy in looking back on memories.

She shook her head.

She hugged the quilt and put on her shoes, gently opened the locked door, stood at the door and looked at him again.

she left.

　Some book friends reported that these pages are a little watery, but I can't help but say that the title of the book is love.

　　If you don't write it, it seems that you are really trying to sell dog meat.

　　I wrote that some friends probably went to watch the pirated version or didn't watch it...

　　There is not much difference between the inner changes on the 18th and the involvement of the protagonist.

　　To be honest, I have a feeling of writing the last few pictures. Although it may not be very good, the time spent is different.

　　For example, if this chapter is a battle plot, it can be done in less than an hour.

　　As a result, I wrote it for two hours, and it was not very brilliant except to satisfy my own desires.

　　The average subscription remains unchanged, the follow-up subscription drops, and the high subscription growth.

　　Apparently most Dragon Ball fans still like fighting...

　　Or I am not strong enough to write special feelings.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)