Blooming Tower of the West Wind

Hipper held her hand and pulled her to sway and rotate. The bodies that gradually heated up with the movement were stuck together, and there was no chance to separate. The faint smell surrounding the human body also gradually evaporated with the heat.

She smelled her familiar smell again, which meant that the distance between them had exceeded the width that Hipper would mind, but Hipper didn't push her away, and the archmage's slender hand was still holding her waist, but the waist She doesn't have such a keen sense of time, she can only feel some other attributes of this hand.

Warm, firm, powerful.

Hipper's every movement is very standard, it's the first time Theron dances so carelessly (she practiced very carefully for today's practice every time before), drowsily in this arm that Xiao has thought about for a long time You drift with the current, ups and downs, with almost no effort, and almost no need to think about the next move.

In the past, she felt that the teacher who was as quiet and deep as the sea was supporting her like the sea today, until a wave threw her out.

She suddenly woke up from the illusion. After leaving Hipper's lead, she had to move by herself. Fortunately, it was just a spinning step.

A Kowa taught her several times, and every time told her that "human nature is like this, even if you don't want it anymore, once your things are about to be lost, you will always want to keep them in your heart".

Hipper held her hand, and when she was about to turn the end, she broke free suddenly.

Hipper squeezed her fingertips that were about to come off almost immediately, and pulled her back faster than she thought.

After half a beat, she spun and crashed into Hipper's arms before stopping. The stern archmage stood behind her, with his right hand circling in front of her, still holding her hand tightly.His left arm was around her waist, as if he wanted to wrap her in his arms.

Theron turned her head flattered, only to find Hipper's face close at hand, over her shoulder, also looking sideways at her.

It was so close that she could smell Hipper's warm, moist breath, and their noses almost touched.As long as the archmage is willing to bow his head again, their lips can touch together.

This beat and a half seems to be a long time, but during this period, her heart didn't seem to dare to jump. She stared blankly at Hipper with her lips parted slightly, as if she really had the tendency to lower her head, and closed her eyes in fear. .

The breath was blowing on her face, the warmth was getting closer and closer, and the archmage's sweet and calm voice lingered in her ears: "Concentrate."

She didn't seem to think about it, and counted the beat secretly, took a step back, led Theron to turn half a circle, pinched her hand again, and returned to the correct dance steps.

But that was just the beginning of the fancy dance moves. In the following dance steps, Theron left her again and again, and Hipper pulled her back again and again, but she never had a chance to play tricks for the naughty little beast-from beginning to end, She held Theron's hand tightly.

The archmage has a strong control over her partner, no matter how far Theron runs, she will be dragged into her arms, and then follow her instructions to tilt her entire upper body down, rest assured that only Hipper's arm is supported her waist.

Not to mention that those ambiguous approaches have long made Theron distracted, almost as long as Hipper gently hooked her fingers, she would get into the comfortable position she had just found.

Theron hoped the soothing tune would never stop, but sadly, the closing passage had arrived, the voice fading away, before finally resting in her position in Hipper's arms.She didn't dare to move, and when the audience was silent, she heard Hipper take a heavy breath.

She turned around and just saw a drop of sweat slipping from her forehead, sliding down her delicate cheeks to her chin. She couldn't help but reach out to help the archmage wipe it off, and asked, "Are you tired? I want to rest for a while and drink some water." ?"

Hipper's expression was almost completely frozen at that moment, and after a while he replied in a hurry: "No, there is no need. This piece itself is very tiring, don't you feel sweaty after dancing the men's step?"

Theron smiled and said "yes", Hipper pulled her shoulders to turn her to face him, squeezed her hand, and seemed to continue the next song, there seemed to be people around who kept thinking about Yossarian, but look Someone was occupying her, and they all hesitated to go forward.

Of course Hipper found out, but pretending not to know anything, she noticed quite a few things: Virgil and Tius escaped close, so they are still surrounded by girls; The people who came to dance with Elan; Emerson danced with the host Ariane Viper, currently the focus of the scene...  

She held Theron's hand and shook it slowly, and both of them unknowingly became a lot more lazy. When their eyes met, Theron showed that shy and shy smile again, pursing his lips and laughing alone for a while, The voice asked her softly: "Teacher, is Tius's popularity so good?"

The archmage said: "I think yours is pretty good too. Are all contract monsters in our family like this? They don't look like mine at all."

"Hey, I... I..."

Hipper smiled at her.

"I'm not very popular, and many people hate me."

"When they come to pick on you, they scold you very badly, don't they?" Hipper asked softly.

"Yes... yes," she suddenly raised her voice, "but I don't care, I don't care how many people like me, and I don't need to listen to their evaluation."

"Yes, you understand, that's good." Hipper seemed to sweep her shoulder seriously, not knowing what to sweep away, "You have only been with most of them for a short one or two years, right now will leave them behind, and only your contribution to the community will be eternal."

"You too! You too are...eternal."

Hipper smiled and sighed, "The human body is still very fragile. I may not be old, but it is not impossible to die."

Theron raised his head and looked at her sadly, and couldn't help but squeeze the hand that was originally on her shoulder. "No, I don't want any accidents for you."

Hipper didn't know what to say, so she patted Theron's clenched hand, who knew that after she let go of Theron, her other hand reached out and grabbed herself.

"Theron..." She didn't know how to persuade Theron, what she said was just the truth, since it was the truth, she should accept it.

Theron seemed preoccupied, with both hands unconsciously grasping the clothes on her shoulders, she had one hand that was empty and didn't know where to put it, so she had to put it on Theron's waist.

If it was in a bright place, the archmage would definitely find that their current postures are not so upright, but everything is so dim here, and everyone around them is almost in the same posture as the two of them - getting very close, even hugging Together, just dangling with the soothing rhythm.

"I just described this possibility objectively, and it doesn't mean it will happen, okay? Don't worry about these small probability events, and enjoy your last school life, huh?"

As expected, Theron's complexion improved a lot after these words, and the green smile returned to her face again. Hipper held her hands, wanting her to loosen the crumpled fabric (Hektra must would complain about the need for an extra iron), but Theron resisted a little, as if unwilling to take it off.

She connivingly took Theron's arm back, maybe because of the shallow smile that bewitched this beautiful beast, Theron let go of his hand dizzily, and put his arms on her shoulders.

This time it was really very close, breaking through the old smell of parchment, Hipper's breath was warmed by her own breath, and it became a warm and sweet smell, and she wanted to take a big breath desperately , while fearing that Hipper would see something.

She thought to herself that those gray eyes would be very beautiful at this time: the only brilliance in the dark night, and the flowing eye waves even reflected colors on her face.Theron raised his head boldly, and met Hipper's quiet eyes rashly, but she couldn't bear to lower her head after just looking at each other for a moment--the eyes were so clear, as if they could see through all the secrets. Two more sands of time, Hipper will see through everything and ask her why she is full of dirty thoughts, and the warmth she has now will really be like an illusion, turning into ashes on the ground at the touch of a touch.

The thought was frustrating, and Theron averted her gaze, surreptitiously watching Hipper's lips, where, as before, she could think of her teacher as much as she wanted, out of Hipper's knowledge.

The stern and sharp lines merged into a delicate and beautiful jaw, with ruddy lips and a faintly mysterious smile hanging on the corner of the mouth.She couldn't help sighing, but almost at the same time, Hipper sighed too.

What is she worrying about?

Theron hesitated for a long time, and didn't know how to ask, but at this moment, she heard a strange sound, and then her shoulder was hit, Hipper and she both turned their heads to look at it, and each blushed again. Turning his face back, Hipper coughed and whispered, "Leave a way."

The man and woman who kissed so hard that they couldn't tell each other slowly swayed into the distance.

It's so embarrassing.

It's too abnormal.

For a long time, the archmage has been able to treat these desperate men and women in public like animals in heat, but for some reason, when he thinks of Theron next to him, he is so embarrassed that he doesn't know how to deal with it, as if "I want to do the same to you" It's as if the secret will be revealed.

She was afraid that the same sound made by the two villains who were kissing in her mind would be heard by Theron.

She hardly dared to look at Theron, but Theron was so close that it occupied almost every corner of her vision, and she could always see Theron unless she turned her head completely away.

Theron lowered her head and didn't know where she was looking, so she had no choice but to lower her head, lest there would be any meeting of eyes.

This grown-up little beast is still tucked into her arms obediently, but the part that can be seen by the eyes is no longer the immature look it used to be. She is shockingly beautiful now, just looking at her so close will make people I couldn't help thinking: Is the kiss between these two lips as sweet and soft as imagined?

How exciting would it be to be watched by her?

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An archmage with amazing self-control.