Raising Diary of the Lolita Warrior

Charlotte silently opened the schoolbag, stuffed it all in, and pressed it with a book.

Tonight, I will find a flower bed and bury it secretly, and let Emile see him, and he will definitely be cut in half with a sword.

wrong.

Don't cut it at the waist.

This thing must never be shown to her.

For the Demon King to do such a thing is simply an insult to his personality.

Go home with an umbrella.

As soon as she turned the corner, Charlotte saw a little girl standing under the corridor of Building No. [-], tiptoeing to read the property notice posted on the door.

The little girl is wearing cute overalls, with a long-sleeved black turtleneck sweater padded inside, which wraps her neck, making her neck look elegant and slender. Her slightly curly long beige hair hangs neatly, and she is stepping on a pink bear slippers.

She looked at the words on the notice for a while, then turned her head towards the intersection, as if she was waiting for someone to come back.

a little warm.

Charlotte walked over and took the little girl in her hands.

Chapter 38 Sleeping Together

"Whose child is this, and he doesn't stay at home when it rains."

Charlotte scowled.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised.

Many people in this world don't like to get married, because there are too many responsibilities, because people's hearts are complicated, because feelings are too materialistic, the world is too realistic, and because living is tiring.

But such a rainy night.

When he went home alone, there was a girl waiting for him expectantly, which always made people feel warm.

Suddenly being picked up by someone, Emile raised her head to look at him. After she panicked, she saw a familiar face, and a smile filled her eyes. She swayed and grabbed Charlotte's sleeve, Smiling, she climbed into his arms, pulled an arm, and let him hug her as usual.

Charlotte has broad shoulders.

She especially likes to sit on his arm, just like sitting on a little charmander, without shaking at all.

"You're back!"

The little girl happily hugged his neck.

"I'm back. But I'm not telling you that it's raining today, so wait for me at home and don't run around." Charlotte hugged her to check the weather, and didn't know if the brave man would catch a cold.

A troubled little girl.

"I was waiting for you, and I did the dishes at noon...but there was a thunderstorm, so I was so scared to stay at home alone."

Emile finished speaking in a low voice.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned comfortably into his arms.

"Are you not afraid outside?"

"Ah."

Emile pointed to the neighborhood.

Charlotte turned around and saw a few old ladies who were playing cards with umbrellas despite the torrential rain.

Seeing Charlotte looking at herself.

One of the old ladies saluted secretly.

Charlotte: "..."

Fine.

It's really hard for you.

I will make a report when I am free and give you a salary increase.

Charlotte put away the folding umbrella, walked into the elevator with Emile in her arms, and pressed down to the twelfth floor.

The clothes are a little wet, and the air outside is damp and cold, making it a little uncomfortable to stick to their bodies. They have a special constitution and will not be harmed by the low temperature, but their senses are still the same as ordinary people, even more acute.

Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at Emile.

The little girl held her hands cautiously, her hair was covered with mist, obviously she had been waiting for a long time.

"Is it cold?"

"It's not cold."

"Oh, actually, I'm going to cook some cocoa for you to warm up." Charlotte said nonchalantly.

"Well, what is cocoa?"

Emile was stunned, looked at Charlotte secretly, and licked the corner of her mouth subconsciously.

Always felt.

It's something to eat.

"A drink that tastes as good as cola... It tastes better than cola, very sweet, almost like chocolate." Charlotte explained using the only standard currency in the world of braves.

"It's actually a bit cold."

The little girl twisted her body and said shyly.

Little kid.

Charlotte patted her on the head.

There is cocoa powder at home. After returning home, Charlotte rummaged through the box and found it. I remember that this big bag was given by the neighbor when he first moved in. Their son is working abroad. It is said that foreigners like to drink it. Supermarket shop The cargo area is about the same as Huaxia's sesame paste.

Pour a packet into a small pot and cook with milk and white sugar.

Charlotte slowly stirred the pot, and Emile stood by, standing on tiptoe and watching with wide-eyed eyes, keeping the tip of her nose curled up.

"Devil King, is this as good as Coke?"

"Well, I'm not at home today, how many Cokes have you had?" Charlotte glanced at her.

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed that the trash can was full of coke cans. Even if Emile didn't mention it, he wouldn't be able to pass the test today.

The little girl paused, looked at him secretly, and blinked.

Then hold out a finger.

"One box?"

"A bottle of..."

"The brave can't lie. If you lie, you will steal your belly button when you hit Thor." Charlotte said solemnly, and poured cocoa into the mug by the way. I forgot which book I saw it in, but I remembered It's a neon legend.

The little girl hurriedly clutched her stomach, paled in shock, and stuffed the chair cushion into the suspenders to cover it.

very scary.

She doesn't want her navel stolen.

For dinner, Charlotte steamed fish head with chopped peppers, fried shredded potatoes, and the staple food was rice.

After dinner, Charlotte went back to the study to get a book, sat on the sofa and began to study late, while Emile hugged the still hot cocoa and watched SpongeBob SquarePants in a small ball in his arms.

Charlotte was used to such days.

The little girl is like a cat, small and easy to hold, and it can also be used as a hand warmer in this weather.

Eat well, such a rainy night is warm and lazy.

Looking at the long eyelashes of the girl in her arms.

Charlotte could understand some of the sources of Emile's attachment to him.

They don't belong to this world, strange city, strange sky, living in this place with a great sense of strangeness and alienation, if they can have an acquaintance to accompany them, at least they won't be too lonely.

It's just that this kind of life is too comfortable, and it is easy to corrode fighting spirit and ideals.

watched for a while.

SpongeBob SquarePants finished, and there was a commercial on TV.

Emile looked at the time.

Picking up the remote control, pressing the number on it carefully, and switching to the station of the famous Detective Conan.

Seeing all of this, Charlotte was a little surprised.

have to say.

Emile has really made great progress in this world.

In one week, she not only learned how to use TV, but also knew which station was showing cartoons at what time.

This episode is about the murder incident in the vampire villa. The little girl watched with her mug in her arms, and curled up tightly against his arms. Maybe she felt that she didn’t feel safe enough, so she pulled his arms over, hugging her soft waist.

When the shadow of the vampire is reflected in the photo.

Emile didn't even drink the cocoa, her lips parted slightly in surprise, she covered her eyes with her small hands, she didn't dare to look, but she couldn't help but peeked secretly between her fingers.

How can there be such a stupid child.

Looking at her small appearance, Charlotte couldn't help but said, "Vampires are fake... After watching so many episodes, don't you know that this is a criminal's trick."

"I, I know!"

The little girl blushed and said hastily.

She is not a three-year-old child, she is already an 11-year-old smart girl.

Cartoons are fake.

she knows.

TV shows and movies are real.

So she doesn't like to watch TV series, but only likes to watch cartoons.