Raising Diary of the Lolita Warrior

A concerned smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

"Felia, I had a messy dream last night..." the wife held the Coke in both hands and said hesitantly.

This thing is too bizarre.

She wasn't sure if it was a dream or real.

And Felia is the person she trusts the most. This young and kind girl knows a lot, is smart and powerful. Charlotte also said that if she has any difficulties, she will come to her, and she will definitely get answers and help.

Look at his wife's expression.

Felia seemed to realize something, she tilted her head, and a hint of cunning and playfulness gradually flashed in her eyes.

She closed the book.

Pretend to be listening.

"What kind of dream is it?"

"I dreamed..." Emile's mother organized her words. Although she was a bit stupid, she was not stupid. She didn't say it directly, but observed Felia's expression, "Last night, I dreamed that Charlotte on you."

It's not just Felia.

What she dreamed yesterday was that Charlotte was lying on top of them.

Madame held her breath.

She saw Felia paused, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

The girl looked at her in surprise, with disbelief in her eyes, she bit her lower lip in embarrassment, and then said in a low and hasty voice, "It's nothing, Charlotte slept in the living room yesterday, how could you do it?" Such a dream?!"

"I don't know..." the wife said weakly.

"I, I ignore you!"

Felia seemed very angry, blushing, and turned her head away.

Seeing the girl seemed to be angry with her.

The wife pursed her lips.

But the mood actually relaxed slightly.

Although she doesn't know why, she would have the dream of watching wild animals mating, but since it is a dream, it means that nothing happened. Yesterday, she actually dreamed that Charlotte put her hand into her collar ...

Just a dream.

Just a dream.

She is still a clean and perfect wife.

Emile's mother felt that her mood suddenly brightened, and her doubts were swept away.

Felia was still angry.

In order to make her feel better, the wife went to the freezer of the refrigerator, took two pieces of chocolate mousse baked by herself yesterday, and made two cups of instant milk tea.

Give it to a girl.

Madam and Shishou, apologetically.

"Don't be angry, I can't control this kind of dream."

"Then why did you tell me?"

Felia glanced at the small cake on the table, then pursed her lips and looked away, still turning her head away in annoyance, but the shyness in her tone faded a little.

Chapter 311 Wife's Dream Interpretation (2/3)

The girl's tone softened a lot.

look.

Felia didn't seem so angry anymore, after all, she had always been a very gentle girl.

Feeling relieved, the wife picked up one of the cups of milk tea, took a sip, and felt the thick milk fragrance melt in her mouth, then tore a little cake and put it in her mouth.

She clapped her hands and made a request:

"Felia, you know so much magic, can you help me interpret the dream, does this dream indicate something?"

old days.

The wife has been living under the protection of the Holy Order.

The Holy Order believes in the existence of God, so she has always been sensitive to things like dreams.

Felia is the tenth rank...

In the human world, the most powerful magister she has ever seen is only at the ninth level.

Felia is bigger than Emile.

Felia is so powerful.

"I can't solve it. This kind of dream has too little information, and it doesn't make any sense at all." Felia pinched the cup with two fingers.Gracefully took a sip of milk tea, shook his head, "Unless, you can give me some additional information."

"what's the message."

The wife hesitated a little.

"It's better to be about yourself, such as what happened, or what you were thinking at that time." Felia gently waggled her fingers and guided very professionally.

Complete the request.

She looked into his wife's eyes frankly, with a selfless look.

The pure succubus Felia.

"Do you really want to tell me everything?" The wife held the handle of the teacup tightly, wanting to counter the price.

"This is to understand dreams. If you don't tell them all, it will be inaccurate."

Felia is persuasive and seductive.

The wife looked at the fragrant milk tea, then at the gentle and beautiful girl in front of her, who had been taking good care of her since she arrived, and finally nodded.

Since it is Felia...

Tell her it won't matter.

"I dreamed last night that when Charlotte was pressing you, she reached out and touched mine, my..."

Those two words were a little hard to say.

So the wife used her fingers.

Gently tapping his soft heart, looking at Felia eagerly.

"Just touching?"

"Um……"

"Really, if you conceal it, it will affect the result of dream interpretation."

Felia asked gently.

"……rub."

The wife turned her head away and said shamefully.

Even in the dream, she still felt that she was a messy wife.

After listening to the scene described by his wife, Felia nodded, but she didn't show contempt for being alive. Mother Emile breathed a sigh of relief, then watched as Felia closed her eyes, read something, and then drew a picture on the table. formed a small magic circle.

The magic circle flashed.

Then gradually extinguished.

After the magic ended, Felia blinked and looked at his wife with a slightly strange expression.

"Ma'am, may I ask a private question?"

"Well, you can ask."

The wife sat up a little more, and quickly raised her small fist.

Such a shameful dream has told her, and there is nothing more private about it.

Felia lowered her head in thought for a while.

Look into his wife's eyes.

"This is actually a sign of heartbeat... Although the wife doesn't feel it herself, the physical performance has already reflected that you like that person. What a coincidence, wife, we may be rivals in love in the future."

The wife didn't understand at first, she blinked her eyes and nodded repeatedly.

After a few seconds.

She froze for a moment and opened her eyes slightly.

"!!!"

……

He didn't know that a succubus was preaching for him on the balcony, and Charlotte was teaching Emile to do homework. He was sitting on a stool, and Emile was sitting on his right leg, giving one-on-one real-time guidance.

As for Ashidai, she was rolling around on the bed.

She doesn't write it herself.

I'm going to wait for Emile to finish, and then come over and copy her directly, saving time and effort.

While using the calculator to calculate the book, Emile suddenly felt a little itchy on the tip of his nose, then covered it lightly, and sneezed a little.

"Ha chirp."

"Have you got a cold? Did you stay up late playing games last night?" Charlotte poked her little face and touched the little girl's forehead.

The forehead is cool.

There is no feeling of fever.