Blooming Tower of the West Wind

"... In the past..." Her voice was a little trembling, and she could hear her courage, "There will always be...a goodnight kiss. But now there is no more, I want to know...what caused the change in pattern."

She raised her head and turned her head quickly, "Did I do something wrong?"

Hipper realized that her deliberate alienation had hurt their previous emotional connection, and kissing the forehead was not a particularly "suggestive" and "forbidden" intimate contact in terms of customs.However, this is an action that makes her feel weird.

Maybe after kissing the smooth forehead, she would want to kiss the straight bridge of the nose, then kiss her face, and then kiss her lips.

"Theron..."

The little girl raised her head, eyes full of grievances.

"No..." Hipper subconsciously reached out and touched her face, and felt that it was inappropriate. It is best to run out now and leave her alone, but rationally told her not to be so hasty, and everything should be smooth It is best not to let anyone notice the change in her mood.

Especially Theron.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I was just thinking...this is a toddler thing after all, and now that you're this old...I have to gradually start treating you like an adult."

"But...but I don't mind what you do to me. I don't mind being treated like a child by you."

You can't say things like this, you can't allow me to abuse my advantages in words...

Hipper took a step back, "But I mind, we will be equal in the end, you are a mage, and I am also a mage. My attitude towards you... my attitude towards you should follow... the basic etiquette for dealing with mages."

"But I'm not a mage yet...I'm just an apprentice now."

This sentence also seemed to come from the temptation of depravity, gently scratching the heart of the archmage.

She is not a mage yet. There is nothing wrong with her asking for a goodnight kiss. What is wrong is just your wild imagination. You should pamper and encourage her in the way you used to, and reflect on yourself and restrain yourself.In the past, you didn't just go to other places to continue kissing casually. Would it suddenly change today?

Hipper didn't dare to look into her eyes, and deliberately avoided looking at her.She stretched out her hand - instead of holding Theron's shoulder as usual, she caressed her face in a mysterious way. Holding this increasingly clear face, she closed her eyes and gently pressed against Theron's. on the forehead.

Want to continue to kiss.After this idea was born, it became more and more difficult to restrain, and Hipper could even feel his lips trembling, moving down eagerly.Before that, she forced herself to leave Theron, said a quick good night, and walked out the door.

Theron looked in the direction of the door with a sense of loss, and Lenning appeared and said obsequiously, "Do you need me to turn off the light for you?"

Theron shook his head, rubbing his cheek in distress.But at once she heard Hipper going and coming, and looked at the door with delight, expecting it to open.

But Hipper stopped at the door, there was a slight fluctuation, a trap was set at the door, this time the footsteps went away again, Theron waited for a long time, but it didn't appear again.

"It's time for you to sleep. It's so late. If you don't sleep, you won't grow taller. How will you surpass Your Excellency the Archmage?" Lenning ran from Theron's left to right. This sentence has always been very effective in urging her to sleep, but This time it failed, and Theron stayed there for a long time before sighing softly.

And this sigh seemed to take away all the things that supported her body.The girl curled up on the bed and said softly, "I feel like no matter how hard I try, I won't make her warm to me any more. Is this a bottleneck?"

"My master, don't be too discouraged. Your charm will soon be irresistible, as long as you continue to develop your talent. Didn't you see it in school?"

"To put it bluntly, I don't care what other people say about me, neither positive nor negative."

"...You should go to sleep, and you can enjoy every day at home with the archmage tomorrow. Maybe she is just too tired, so she has no time to take care of you. Instead, you need to take care of her at this time, so what if you don't sleep? "The water lord who didn't know how long he had lived floated over and covered her with a quilt.

Theron huddled under the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes, and asked it seriously: "Lunning, from your life experience, will it really be useful if I continue to work so hard?"

"Of course, it goes without saying! Money, beauty, and status may all disappear. Only knowledge and wisdom will never abandon you. The archmage is a person full of wisdom, and nothing else can cover her. Eyes, that's all she values, trust me." It patted its own chest, where it fluctuated in and out due to external forces.

Theron nodded with half understanding, turned sideways and curled up into a ball, and fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning, she was a sprightly little beast again, sitting on the little couch by Hipper's doorway in full suit, waiting for her to come out.

This situation can be counted on the fingers, and Hipper was taken aback when he came out of the bedroom, "Theron, what's the matter? Is there anything urgent? Next time if there is something urgent, you can just knock on the door and call me."

Immediately, several not-so-good possibilities emerged in the Archmage's mind. He walked over and leaned against the sofa, and held Theron's outstretched hand.

Fortunately, there were no scars, and the little girl seemed to be in a very calm mood. It was probably not a particularly urgent matter. She was relieved, and then felt that her behavior of shaking someone's hand casually didn't seem very good.But when she wanted to withdraw her hand, Theron held it back.

"I came up to see you, you didn't look very well yesterday," she smiled, "I think I'll bring you breakfast when you don't come out later."

"Thank you for thinking of me," Hipper laughed for some reason, "Let's go downstairs for dinner, are you in a hurry?"

"I haven't, but Tius and Virgil may be getting impatient."

"Bad boy. What are your plans later?"

"I'm going out to water the flowers, will you come with me?"

"Okay, I watered it for you last month and recorded the shrinkage of the different varieties."

"Really?" Theron looked at her happily, "You still bother to record? You are so kind!"

"You're too polite, it's easy to do." The archmage replied very politely, but her expression showed that she was seriously joking, "Actually, I have another unexpected discovery."

"What is it?"

The two of them entered the living room, and Tius stood in front of the rice bowl, jumping up and down on his feet, looking forward to seeing Theron and Hipper sitting down, waiting for Hipper's order to start eating.

But Hipper was busy talking to Theron, just nodded at Virgil, picked up the knife and fork with both hands but did not cut it off.

Virgil was in a hurry, but due to table etiquette, it was not easy for him to eat directly past Hipper.

"Well... In order to record the shrinkage, I divided the surrounding area into eight areas. I picked off the leaves of each plant in each area, and drew them as much as possible."

Everyone looked at her. No one would be so serious about planting flowers, maybe even a gardener.

Only Theron looked adoring.

But none of this helped to improve the puzzled and serious expression on the archmage's face, "After leaving it for a while, almost all of them have grown roots. Virgil, why don't you eat? Aren't you impatient to wait?" Yet?"

"I'm waiting for you to finish!"

"Oh, no, you can eat it first. Theron, I'll take you to see it later. I put these samples back in the sand, near the door."

"Good! And your notes?"

"I'll take it with me."

"It's amazing!" Theron listened to her as she cut up the muffins on the plate and mixed them with the pork patties, drizzled with butter and honey, just when everyone thought she was going to eat , she exchanged the plate in front of her to Hipper.

"Uh...why did I do this?" The archmage was a little at a loss and asked very seriously.

Theron also said seriously: "All kinds of evidence show that you have been a little tired recently, and it is time for me to take care of you at this time. I think this is very reasonable."

"Sounds reasonable, but I'm not without strength..."

"It's just an expression of such care. You should take the symbolic meaning more than the actual meaning." Those emerald green eyes widened and looked at her, calm and gentle.

Very beautiful, very beautiful, as if seeing a beautiful classical painting, Hipper stopped in front, but when she realized that this was a living human being, she smiled shyly, lowered her head and said: "I I'm not used to being taken care of by people younger than me, but thank you."

Theron tried, and failed, to accept the thank you politely and primly - like her teacher - and smiled so much that she couldn't hide the smugness, thinking about Hipper for the rest of the silent cutting time A surprised but extremely cute smile.

Same with elk.

Virgil winked in the weird atmosphere, and Tius looked up at him from time to time.

After dinner, the archmage glanced at Theron, who stood up excitedly, Hipper also smiled, waved to her, and the two walked downstairs together.

Tius followed up with a bang, but the door was closed in front of it, and it was swept upside down. Virgil picked it up, opened the door and went out, and murmured to Tius: "The two of them, we will be together." It seems that it has evolved to communicate directly with the 'soul wave'."

"Soul wave" is an unproven concept. Some researchers believe that souls do not use sound or images to communicate directly, but use "soul waves" to communicate directly. Sacrifice is like an oracle.But others are skeptical because of this: all the oracle-inspired records are received in the form of "speech" without exception. If the soul can communicate directly with "soul waves", why do they have to be converted into "speech"? "To present?

The archmage is undoubtedly the latter type of person. If Virgil's words are heard by her, she will definitely be attacked by her in all directions, but she must not be free now.