Sur ma peau

20.

If you back away at this time, it is inevitable that some clues will not be seen.Seeing the other party wrapping his hair in a mess, Minos stepped forward as if nothing had happened, held down his hand, and led him to the armchair.

"Sit down." He untied the bath towel and skillfully wrapped it around the wet hair and wiped it gently to absorb excess moisture.The earl, who is used to being served, will only be particularly well-behaved under such circumstances.

When the hair was half dry, Minos threw the bath towel into the laundry basket, leaned over and snatched a kiss from the other's lips as his reward, and said in a low voice, "Don't meddle, I can handle it."

The net has already been cast, and the bait has been cast. We just wait for the evidence to be collected and wiped out in one go. If Yabofika disrupts the layout, the loss outweighs the gain.

"Ah."

Some problems are the best tacit understanding between them.

"How far has the new law progressed?"

It's okay not to mention this, but when it is mentioned, the anger rises again.Although the court notice was signed with the king's name and coat of arms, the king probably only signed it. The wording and handwriting of the content may not be recognized by others, but Minos did not know who made it.The daily working hours are forcibly extended, and the financial statements occupying private time are simply old hatred and new hatred.

Facts have proved that when meeting Party B who is procrastinating, there is no Party A in this world who does not urge manuscripts.

And, where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Minos clenched his fingers, and finally couldn't hold back, and punched him down.

Yabofika turned sideways to block the backhand with his cross arm, the two of them reversed a few moves, and then stopped at the same time.

Taking into account the current situation, it is not convenient to leave scars, let alone strike too hard, so that the enemies can gain for nothing.

But it's not fun enough to keep your hands.

Minos immediately turned to the bed, grabbed the pillow, and threw it at him.

"It's up to you."

"Okay." Yabofika got up and grabbed it, there was a soft clicking sound of joint movement, slightly lowered the center of gravity, and assumed a fighting posture.

Minos weighed the pillow in his hands and pulled off his tie.

"I'm sorry." Yabofika raised the pillow, raising his sword in a duel, and Minos had no doubt that if he had a sword in his hand, he would make a sword first.

This is not a duel.

Minos took the opportunity to quickly attack the left side, but Yabofika did not avoid it at all, and went straight to the attack, but he hooked and sent his legs, and his hands were up and down.

One-handed side somersault stabilized his figure, and counterattacked his back. As soon as Minos succeeded, he quickly opened the distance. The place on the side of his waist that was just swept by the pillow was aching. Endurance, instantly understood his strategy: he didn't care about being hit at all, but being able to beat himself was the only goal.

Well, it looks like they both have a lot of grudges against each other.

Head-to-head is not advisable, either to make the opponent lose his mobility, or to make the opponent lose his weapon.

After circling for half a circle, Yabofika attacked first, and Minos grabbed the collar and threw him to the ground. With a squeak, the cloth in his hand lost control, and the skin that had been smeared with essential oil was so smooth and elastic that it could not fall off. Hold tight, Yabofika escaped from the suppression in an instant, rolled up, and the twisted arm almost caused Minos to lose his weapon. If it wasn't for changing hands in time - it would be easy for a person whose left hand is more flexible than the right , Minos does not intend to reveal this yet.

The moment the pillow hit Minos, he dodged and stuck to his wrist, and Yabofika realized that his intention to return to defense was a bit late, so he immediately changed his strategy to grab the pillow in Minos' hand, but how could Minos let him If you succeed, throw away the extra one, lift the pillow and hit it down.

Yabofika lowered her body, bent her arm upwards, and hugged her waist with the other hand, and Minos had to stop to stabilize her footing. Yabofika's upper arm swayed and grabbed the other end of the pillow. , Minos elbowed the opponent's chest, and the hand holding the pillow twitched violently, and the sound of tearing was accompanied by the velvet falling down.

The two immediately separated and entangled, and rushed to the remaining pillow.

"My lords, dinner is ready." The butler's voice suddenly came from outside the bedroom door.

Minos responded, threw down the pillow he had just scooped up, patted the down on his body, re-tied his bow tie, and glanced at Jabofika seemingly unintentionally.The seemingly weak guy has good wrist and arm strength, and even a soft feather pillow can be used as a sandbag, and the few places where he was hit hurt suddenly.The move is a standard knight routine, with clean moves, aboveboard, no sneak attack or slander, but the victory lies in the flexibility of changing moves, and the speed is fast enough, which can be regarded as a bit difficult.Minos secretly evaluated the opponent's combat power. If it was an actual fight, he would prefer to choose a long-range one-shot kill instead of a close-up frontal fight. Fighting close to a person who is not sensitive to pain is too expensive. .

Yabofika didn't notice his abnormality before, as usual, she took off the torn bathrobe in front of his eyes, changed into the ordinary clothes at home, and buttoned the shirt and vest by herself.Minos walked over, dexterously took off the down from his hair one by one with his fingers, and tied the headband.

Through the mirror, he found that the other party was looking at him. Being stared at so intently made Minos feel uneasy, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"You have fluff in your hair." Yabofika said, not happy to see the expression on Minos' face, and added: "It's hard to tell."

"so cute."

The earl's servant was also complaining to the butler today, "It's too rude. This month, the royal tailor came here to make a summer bathrobe for His Highness. It is made of hand-woven [-]-twist spun yarn."

"Young people. What kind of pillow does the Earl like? The one with fuller feathers or the softer one?" The old housekeeper asked with a smile while holding the shopping list.