Blooming Tower of the West Wind

However, even if she tidied up her clothes absent-mindedly, she still found an unusual smell in the depths of her closet. She had a few more new clothes, but less old ones. She took it back and put it away, but is her teacher free enough to take the initiative to clean her closet?She is busy most of the time, and she is almost fully focused on her career. When Theron is not at home, if it is not for Hektra to take care of the housework, many systems cannot maintain operation.

But...it happened before anyway, Theron gave up thinking about it and stayed in the library for a while, night fell, and it was time for dinner again.Chef Firelord conjures up a wine cherry cake, and foie gras with some... succulent leaves?

"Can this be eaten too?"

Hipper explained: "Yes, after hearing that I grow a lot of succulents, I have some friends who are gardeners who persuade me to try it and kindly provide a recipe. It tastes a bit like konjac."

Yes, it’s not bad, but it’s a bit strange to eat the things you raise yourself. She worriedly told Hipper, and Hipper also replied very seriously: “People grow food for eating, not for food. Come and watch."

"But, it's like we raise Tius just as a footstool, and suddenly one day we have to eat him."

Tius' hairy ears grew out of the cloth seam vigilantly, and his chubby body stretched upright, then he hid in a small corner with a click.

A small tornado rolled it out, and Hipper said lazily: "Okay, cute, I won't really eat you, just as a metaphor."

Tius whimpered softly, struggling to escape.

She then turned to Theron, "But the plant isn't dead. Eating it once in a while doesn't kill the whole plant, huh?"

"Oh..." Theron accepted the explanation hesitantly.

As Hipper cut off a small piece of foie gras, he asked Theron: "I'm a little worried that you've taken too many classes, so that you can't appreciate the things that are not taught in the course. What are you going to take next semester?" "

"I'll take the Demonology class you mentioned, as well as scroll calligraphy, um... I saw a section on ancient poetry appreciation, which seems quite interesting..."

Her answer reassured Hipper a little.

After eating, it was routine to walk from the top of the tower to the bottom of the tower. Afterwards, the two returned to the living room with a dog. Theron took a book of poems and an analysis article for comparison. Hipper was very interested. Ask her why she suddenly started watching these.

"Preliminary." Theron said briefly, fearing that too long sentences would reveal her thoughts. In fact, in those lingering novels written by Fanica, there are always some simple and clean sentences that are full of rhythm and attract people's attention. She once Praise these sentences in front of Luna, but Luna immediately laughed at her.

"Have you never read any collection of poems? These are all well-known love poems, and almost everyone knows them. It's hard for me to believe that there are little fairies who have never seen them before, and still find them novel. .”

After this blow, it was the exam season, and her plan to study love poetry had to be postponed until after the summer vacation.These exquisite sentences are just like what Hipper said, complex emotions cannot be conveyed in an orderly narrative, and irrational things can only be reflected in poetry.

They are beautiful, so beautiful that she thinks many of them can express her feelings for Hipper, but maybe the archmage can see some clues from her inexplicable interest in poetry, so a high-sounding excuse is very, very necessary .

Sure enough, Hipper just asked casually, and then turned back to continue reading his book, but it seemed that it was still the undead war.

"Teacher, you have read this book for many years."

Hipper poked her head from the back of the book with a smile, and said: "This book is in the fourth episode, and it can be finished in the next year. And it is worth reading repeatedly. The more background knowledge you know, the meaning of each word becomes clearer." The richer it is."

That’s what I said, but Theron understood the details of that book. The complex grammar of Elven language makes every word worth studying, and every combination of different tenses and possessives is followed by a trap-like story , Most people may fall asleep quickly after watching it, no wonder Hipper can watch it for so long.

It was time to go to bed in a blink of an eye, but Hipper didn't intend to go back to the room. This was exactly what Theron wanted, and she also wanted to stay with Hipper for a while longer. When the sound resounded through the hall, both sleepy people were awakened.

The book fell from Theron's face with a snap, and landed on his lap. Hipper barely sat up straight with sleepy eyes, and said to her coldly, "It's too late, go to bed, and I'll take you back to your room."

Theron followed her, held her warm soft hand, and thought how rich and satisfying the day had been.

But after entering the room, she was suddenly dissatisfied again. She still wanted a hug, a goodnight kiss, and even...even something more intimate than a goodnight kiss: a real kiss with lips touching.She turned to Hipper, lust alluring her, urging her to ask for it.

What she can do is distract the Archmage, hit her with silence, control her hands with both hands, and kiss her lips, as long as she doesn't care about the consequences... she can even make Hipper be with her bed for the night.

"Theron?" The Archmage asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Theron suddenly blushed, ashamed of what he had just thought, and hurriedly shook his head, "It's nothing." Then he turned and ran into the bathroom.

Her bath towels and clothes have been placed where they should be. Hipper seems to have made preparations before going to her. The quilt covers and sheets outside have all been replaced with new ones, and everything has been tidied up. It was spotless.

She remembered the last time she had come home, looked at herself in the mirror, and thought of Hipper's scrutinizing gaze on her own skin.

Familiar and unfamiliar tremors ran on the skin, the same scene activated the delusional story she had abandoned for some time, she got up and fell sideways on the bed, hugging her quilt to pretend that there was someone in her arms, even the tip of her nose It seems to have the illusion of smelling Hipper's scent.

Suddenly, she had a new delusion: Hipper used to sleep in her room, lying on this bed, and the moonlight came in through the window, illuminating her whole body, as if she was going to give her a gift.

Vaguely, she had an illusion that Hipper once hugged her, and now she wants to hug her like this, this idea is very dangerous... She is no longer satisfied with her king's pity for her , she also wanted to force the archmage to pay attention to her.

That's okay, Theron said to himself, I have a lot of emotions that I can't talk about, as long as I don't talk about them, no one knows they existed, and I can let them grow wild in my head.

There were no lingering footsteps this night, nor was she able to sleep well: when Hipper came to fetch her, she didn't even have any objections, those petty ideas vanished, and the only thing she hoped was that her master would hurry up and take her away. She takes it home.Her teacher cut her back from school today?She rolled around with a smirk.

Hipper should miss her too, right?She suddenly remembered the mysterious letter sealed in the dormitory, what was written in the extra content?What made her delete so much content?The above content may answer her question.

But what's the use of it... Hipper's miss for her is not the kind she wants.

And because they slept about two hours late last night, they both got up late the next morning, and it was Tius who woke them up separately. It seemed that the cutie was starving.

Hipper just combed her hair hastily, the braids were loosely tied behind her head, and she was dressed the same as yesterday, gray breeches and a waistcoat of the same color, a tie tight at the neckline, and a gray robe hanging casually on the back of the sofa.

Seeing her come in, Hipper briefly beckoned her to sit down. Today's breakfast is yogurt topped with honey and blueberries, grilled chicken and a kind of pancake.

As if anticipating that she would ask, Hipper said flatly: "Elvis thought that you might be tired of the researcher's breakfast at school, so he changed it to something else. If you don't like it, we will eat something else next time."

"No, no, it should be good, thank you, Elvis."

The firework chef waved his half-frozen hands, backed up and said, "No, no, I'm not...I didn't..." Finally, he jumped up and exploded in the fireplace with a "hoo".

Hipper took small bites of yogurt, consciously or unconsciously avoiding Theron's sight.

The summer in Dead Leaf City is much cooler than Starsong Castle. Theron felt that way from the time they walked out of the mage guild hall. A strange but familiar sense of nostalgia welled up in his heart, thinking of the teacher who was thinking day and night walking beside him, She couldn't help but jumped a few more times.

Tius also came out with him this time. The huge demon wolf was running around on the street, scaring many people even with muzzles--after all, the demon wolf's claws are quite sharp, but Tius cut Clawed.

Not using it for the time being in the morning, the two of them walked slowly all the way and sent it to the pet store. Then, for some reason, they forgot their destination while talking, and by the time they recovered, they had already arrived at the entrance of the library.

Hipper looked up and asked, "Why did you come to the library? Are you here to check something?"

"No, no, I'm just following you."

Hipper smiled: "My life is really monotonous, and I will come to the library whenever I go. But since we are here, let's go in and have a look."

The archmage would check every now and then to see if those periodicals were updated, or if there were any collections of various yearbooks. Theron, who knew her habits well, took her by the hand and walked slowly with her to the periodical reading room, and Hipper flipped through them casually. After browsing the newspapers and magazines there, I walked out and went to the reading hall.

The author has something to say: I have nothing to say today.