Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

"A little curious."

"Don't think about it."

"I really want to take a look."

"dream."

"Can you see it in a dream?"

"...You bastard, are you trying to anger me on purpose again!"

"Ah, I was discovered by you. I'm afraid you will be sad if I say it. In fact, I don't really want to see what you look like when you change your gender. I just think it will be interesting to say it."

"..."

Wang was annoyed, and threatened to let the disobedient knife put on a woman's attire and perform for himself.

However, Sanri Yuezong is not him.

There is no sense of shame in this knife, and after listening to it with a smile, he nodded with a smile: "Wang's hobbies are really unusual. You have said so, of course I can't refuse. Do you want to change it? What? , With my figure, I definitely won't look good in women's clothes."

"........."

The king had nothing to say again.

Calm down.

Wang stood up straight, and put on a gesture of being too lazy to talk to others: "This king is not interested today, you remember this, and I will definitely let you come back in the future—sleep!"

Sanri Yuezong answered calmly: "Okay, you go to sleep, I'll take my leave now..."

Wang: "Retire for what? This king is asking you to come and sleep."

Sure enough, at some point, the king whose mind is no bigger than the eye of a needle appears.

Sanri Yuezong seriously reflected on himself.

The specific content of the introspection is: Well, try not to make Wang so angry next time. After all, you are an elderly person, so you should maintain a good and peaceful attitude.

Therefore, for the health of the old king (false), he had no choice but to stay obediently.

"Humph."

Wang said, that's right.

His mood improved a bit, and he ordered Sanri Yue Zongjin to stay well, not to miss people when he got out of the shower, and then consciously took off the layers of clothes that he didn't know about, so as not to bring dust and dust to the king. bed.

Sanri Yue Zongjin responded with a smile.

He won't talk too much at this time, such as asking if he needs to take a wash, so as not to make Wang think of trouble again, which is not good.

However, he will still listen to Wang's acceptable orders.

The hunting clothes were taken off, leaving only a thin undergarment. He regarded this as his own room, went to the sink next to the bathroom to wash his face briefly, and then sat down on Wang's bed leisurely.

When it came to Chaldea, the king was not particularly particular.

Like other Heroic Spirits, he lived in the staff dormitory of Chaldea, but he replaced all the configurations in the dormitory with his own things.

Naturally, the bed was also taken from Wang Cai, and it was absolutely comfortable, making Sanri Yue Zongjin think that he had returned to Uruk.

Wang was taking a bath, and the sound of the water was splashing, but it was not very noisy in his ears, but it felt hypnotic.

His hand moved aside.

I didn't pay attention at first, but when I came back to my senses, I realized that the hand was pressing on the king's pillow.

Sanri Yue Zongjin: "Hmm."

He looked down at his hands and the pillow under them.

"Let me take a look." He said, "Whether the king lost his hair when he was sleeping."

Will Heroic Spirits lose their hair - this question was resolutely ignored by him.

The body began to lean, and slowly, it fit perfectly with the extremely comfortable mattress.

Sanri Yuezong didn't notice the golden hair on the pillow, so his own head sank into the soft pillow naturally.

"Um--"

He moved his hands behind his back, pulled the blanket, and covered himself.

Then, all the conditions are met.

Before the king who took a bath came back, the blue-haired young man who went to sleep on the bed closed his eyes and fell asleep comfortably.

Look at that An Ran's expression without psychological burden...

Wang came out of the shower: "..."

"It's more impolite than this king thought."

Wang's voice was very low, but his tone was not dissatisfied. On the contrary, there seemed to be a smile overflowing: "I know that I will not be punished, so I will act recklessly. That's right, I am used to it."

He watched the young man's sleeping face without stress or vigilance, and for some reason, the overflowing smile turned into a soft expression.

After watching it for a while, I stopped watching it.

Wang also fell asleep, lay down beside the young man, raised his arms around him, and hugged him in his arms.

In this way, I fell asleep happily.

……

……

— There is only one problem.

In the middle of the night, King Xian woke up on the ground.

On his king's couch, Sanri Yue Zongjin was still soundly asleep, not waking up at all.

But in the place that belonged to him, his younger self—the one of the King of Heroes—unceremoniously replaced him, hugging the blue-haired youth just right.

On the other side, the boy himself was clinging to Mikazuki Zongjin's back, and also wrapped his arms around him, not letting go.

Obviously the virtuous king who was thrown to the ground by "myself": "..."

"Go away, my lord! Two bastards!!!"