Raising Diary of the Lolita Warrior

"What day is it?" Emile snapped his hands.

"Did you forget? Emile, is our love so fragile?" Charlotte said pretending to be surprised, showing a sad expression, looking at Emile in disbelief.

To be watched with eyes full of emotion.

The little girl finally panicked and hesitated for a while, trying hard to remember.

"Today, is today the day you confess your love?"

"Emile, you have changed."

Charlotte said calmly, quietly looking into the little girl's eyes, the purple eyes were gradually stained with monotonous gray.

The little girl panicked even more.

She quickly tightened Charlotte's hand to prevent him from running away, and his little head turned around.

"The day of the first kiss?"

"..."

"The days when you took me to see dolphins? I remembered. You bought me a big shark in the aquarium. I kept it well all the time and never lent it to other children."

"..."

"Is it, is it the day you first told me a story..."

The little girl is talking.

The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

to the end.

She looked at Charlotte pitifully, pursed her lips, and her voice seemed to be humming softly.

"I forgot..."

The first time you fall in love, the first time you meet someone you like.

Where would she remember.

In fact, she doesn't even know what day it is, and the children at school only discuss the day of the week, because Saturday and Sunday are holidays.

This question is too difficult.

"You forgot about such an important day, and I specially put down a business worth tens of billions to come here to celebrate with you..." Charlotte raised her head sadly, her eyes disappointed, and at the same time, she held the other hand in her pocket. The mobile phone puts snowflakes fluttering.

"Emile, I am sad."

"Bad devil, can you tell me, if you tell me, I will remember!" Emile quickly ran to the other side, hugging Charlotte's belly.

Charlotte glanced at her.

The little girl dances and dances, so cute.

How could such a soft-hearted child be born in this world.

or……

"No." Sherlock stopped.

No matter how cute Emile is, she can't let it go so easily.

he is very angry.

"Then how do you tell me?"

Emile raised her hands.

Like a cute little animal, it followed him relentlessly.

She could see that Charlotte was not angry at all, as long as she coaxed him, he was willing to reconcile with herself.

"Say you love me." Charlotte pretended to turn her face away.

"I love you," said Emile.

"say it one more time."

"I love you... There are a lot of people outside, let's go home and talk about it." Emile hugged Charlotte's arm, looked shyly at the gatekeeper next to him, and shook Charlotte's arm, he was watching Here it is!

Realize that the occasion is inappropriate.

Charlotte smiled awkwardly at him, and ran away before the old man called the police.

Open metallurgical...

This will be remembered, and it will not be easy to come to school to pick up Emile in the future.

He led Emile for a while.

There was a cold drink shop not far away, Charlotte bought two cups of shaved ice, handed one to Emile, then picked her up and put her on the side of the flower bed, and sat down by herself.

Sunlight fell on the ground along the gaps in the leaves, rippling with the wind.

a year ago.

It seems to be equally sunny.

"Today is the first anniversary of your arrival on earth." Charlotte said word by word.

"Well?"

Emile had sweet shaved ice in her mouth.

Crooked head.

Did something important happen after she came to Earth...

By the way, when she came to the earth, Charlotte invited her to drink Coke, which was the best drink in the world, and she had never drank it before!

"Charlotte, today is the first anniversary of my drinking Coke!"

The little girl is happy.

Charlotte is so nice.

Such a day actually remembered, and took her out to play.

Charlotte opened her mouth and was stunned for a while before slowly straightening out the little girl's unique brain circuit.

so.

Is he better than a bottle of Coke...

Soul crit.

"Emile, I admit that I was faking just now, but you really hurt my heart when you say that." Charlotte clutched her chest.

"Isn't it?" Emile blinked innocently.

"Today is the one-year anniversary of our first meeting." Charlotte put down the shaved ice, supported the little girl's slender shoulders, and said earnestly, "Do you remember that day when you wanted to come to the Demon King's City to kill me, but I will make it for you?" A bowl of rice, you eat, and then live in the Demon King City."

Yesterday is vivid.

In fact, until now, he still remembered the little girl's polite appearance.

"Excuse me, is this the Demon King's Castle of Charlotte Clount?"

Emile at that time.

He hasn't become what he is now, a lazy kid.

They met.

Then never give up.

"I remember."

Emile said seriously, holding the shaved ice.

"Ok?"

This time it was Charlotte's turn to be stunned.

In front of him.

The pretty little girl was eating shaved ice, squinting her eyes happily, her tender and slender calves were dangling slightly in the air under the skirt of her school uniform, and the skirt was rippling with warm sunlight.

I took another bite.

Emile turned her head and looked at him softly.

"I met you, isn't it something that will happen in life? Why do I need to commemorate it? You are the devil king and I am a brave man. No matter what, I will definitely find you and meet you. Whether it is at home or in the devil world , still in mother's cabin... As long as you are Charlotte and I am Emile, if I meet you, I will definitely fall in love with you again."

Emile scooped up a spoonful of shaved ice and brought it to Charlotte's mouth.

"Isn't that right, bastard."

later today

The notebook is flooded, and I am using my mobile phone to code, and the efficiency is not that high. Today's update will be later.

Roll around.

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Chapter 404 I Want It All!

The shaved ice was sweet and cool. Feeling the coolness melt in her mouth, Charlotte looked at that pretty little face for a long time before holding back the beating heartbeat and rubbing Emile's head.

What is this called...

The senior scumbag ended up being teased by a little girl.

"Is this a confession?"

"Not counting."

Emile sat on the flower bed, dangling her little white legs, and shook her head solemnly.