[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

Huailiang took the new toothbrush and towel that Fushiguro Shigeu had prepared, washed up, and returned to the room. He was troubled by the fact that there was only a mattress.

Although she was the one who initiated the kiss, but it developed to the point of sleeping in the same bed on their first meeting... isn't that a bit too much?

Although during field training, it was not that particular for the teammates to keep watch on each other and take turns to rest - the problem was that Fushiguro Shige'er's situation was completely different from those sentinels.

As if he had noticed Huailiang's hesitation, when facing the girl wearing his loose clothes, Fushiguro Shen'er had long put aside his slightly shy feelings.

He curled the corners of his lips and said mischievously, "What should I do, Miss? I only have a mattress here."

The boy approaching from behind was emitting a damp vapor all over his body. Huai Liang tilted his head: "Oh? Isn't there any mattress for changing in the cupboard?"

Without waiting for the other party to respond, she took the initiative and slid into the soft mattress like a fish.

Pulling the thin blanket over his belly, Huailiang blinked at Fushiguro Shier who was standing there, "I guess Shier wouldn't let his girlfriend sleep on the floor, right?"

Fushiguro Shiori laughed softly: "Miss...are you afraid?"

"Well, it seems that Liang-chan, you are willing to let your boyfriend sleep on the floor?"

Huai Liang once again realized how difficult her 'new' boyfriend was, and the situation was once again different from what she expected -

No, the emotions this person showed before, such as shyness and loss...could they all be acting?

You really know how to add drama to yourself.

Huailiang rolled his eyes and said, "But I have a terrible sleeping posture. I might hit someone when I fall asleep."

Fushiguro Shigeru slowly approached and half-knelt in front of Huailiang.

He reached out and touched her long, satin-like black hair: "Oh? It's okay, I can tie your hands and feet tightly."

"That way you won't hit me."

There was a fresh scent of bath beans lingering in my nose, and as the other person got closer, even the air seemed to be filled with the hot steam coming from the boy's chest.

Huailiang blinked, and looking down along the open collar, there was a great view.

She swallowed her saliva, and despised herself for not having a strong will. She was captured by the beauty at the first sight: "But, but..."

Fushiguro Shiori laughed again.

A low, hoarse chuckle vibrated out from his broad chest. He found it very interesting to see the girl trying to refuse but being helpless.

"I lied to you."

At the dividing line where love and desire intertwined, Fushiguro Shige'er restrained his thoughts and took a small step back, but his body lowered his head uncontrollably and placed a feather-like kiss on the girl's smooth forehead.

He immediately stood up and took out a new quilt and a thin blanket from the cupboard.

Although he resisted the temptation to sleep in the same bed with his beloved, he still couldn't completely control his natural reaction of wanting to get closer to her.

In just one minute, he had made his own 'bed' right next to the other person's mattress.

"call."

He blew out the flickering candlelight, leaving the entire room with only the dim moonlight that carefully peeked in from the window.

Huai Liang pressed her pounding heart in her chest. She had reason to suspect... that she was being seduced.

She had never experienced such a strange emotion before. It was like poison dipped in honey. It was dangerous, but she couldn't help but explore and savor it.

"Hey, were you teasing me just now?"

Huailiang has always been good at imitating and summarizing areas related to "emotions" that she is not good at. At this moment, she urgently wants to know -

Why did the other party act so "aggressive" at first, but then choose to give in when she was clearly "defeated" and unable to cope with him?

Darkness is the best protective color.

Fushiguro Shijiro, who was in the corner near the wall, was not so at ease at the moment.

After all, he was just a boy under sixteen years old. Everything he had experienced in the past was almost desolate. The girl dressed in witch costume who suddenly descended like a god was the only bright spot in his black and white life.

At this moment, his 'God' was lying quietly beside him, only half an arm's length away. As long as he stretched out his hand, he could easily hold it in his arms.

He has always been good at being patient and doesn't want to expose his overly passionate and...dark thoughts. Of course, he has to be cautious in everything and not annoy the other party.

"of course not."

Fushiguro Shier tried his best to ignore the constant clamor in his heart and the itching in his throat, "I just don't want to do it so quickly."

Huai Liang: “…”

I suspect you were 'driving', but I have no other proof.

"What does 'fast' mean?"

She chose to attack with a straight ball, "Are you afraid of performing poorly with the 'fast'?"

Fushiguro Shiji: “…”

He took a deep breath and forced himself not to follow the other person's line of thought. Even so, he could feel his body starting to heat up uncontrollably.

"Not that!"

Fushiguro Shier almost gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, "What I mean is that our relationship as lovers... can be slowly experienced, and it is not just about the physical things."

"For example, after I leave Zenyuan's house, we can rent a house with a yard, where we can bask in the sun and grow flowers together. Forget about the pets—"

Huailiang asked again: "Why forget it? I have never raised a cat or a dog before."

"Because I'd be jealous."

Fushiguro Shigeki coughed lightly, and the darkness gave him courage.

He cautiously tested how tolerant the other party would be of the small amount of possessiveness he had just released.

Therefore, words that would have seemed weak, even pitiful, came out of his usually strong mouth.

He knew that she would always respond to soft tactics rather than hard ones.

"Oh...then go on."

Huailiang pressed her chest and tried her best to control her breathing so that the other party would not notice the abnormal reaction of her rapid heartbeat.

She couldn't help but curse silently in her mind, hoping that the useless thing in her chest would calm down!

"Keep saying 'jealous'? Oh, because I think Liang-chan only has eyes for me, and it would be best if I'm the only one who can see Liang-chan."

Having said this, Fushiguro seemed to realize that he had said something wrong and swallowed nervously.

He immediately made up for it, "Because Liang-chan's curse...can't it only be counteracted by mental power? We may have to wait a long time before we meet again."

"So, I hope I can spend more time watching you when Liang-chan shows up."

No, buddy, you are breaking the rules!

Huailiang's toes were almost twisted into knots. She had never experienced such a strong need and desire from others in the past ten years.

She was like a weed. The wind blew the seeds to the orphanage, and she took root and sprouted in that barren land, growing wildly.

No one had ever told her so bluntly that she was needed.

"Well, I asked you to continue what you said before, 'growing flowers' and 'sunbathing'. What else?"

Fushiguro Shiji tried hard to recall the knowledge he had gained from "108 Tips for Love", but quickly put those formulaic routines behind him.

He chose to follow his heart and said slowly: "Maybe we can watch a good movie, eat delicious food together, and take a walk on the beach at sunset..."

He has never been a romantic person, but a complete result-oriented pragmatist.

But when he tried to imagine the future he and Huailiang would spend together after leaving the Chanyuan family, the thoughts that had been imprinted in the deepest corners of his mind came flooding back -

Without pausing, he could rattle off hundreds of things he wanted to do with her.

Maybe it doesn't matter what is to be done, what matters is her.

"Hey, take your hand out from under the quilt."

Huai Liang's restless fingertips crossed the '38th parallel', touched the smooth and silky quilt cover, and then poked the other's strong arm wrapped in the quilt.

Fushiguro Shiori did as he was told: "What?"

The next moment, he felt his palm covered by a tender warmth.