[Comprehensive] IF masters have retired

"I want to dance with you."

On snowy days, the burning fireplace is not far from your feet.

Fujimaru Tachika and Joan of Arc Alter nestled in the soft and huge sofa, and there was a steady stream of heat from the fireplace.

The temperature in the north of France is quite manageable for the two of them. They are like two bears with long hairs, eat and drink first, stick close together, and rely on their body heat to warm each other.

Oh, and the fireplace in front of them cannot be ignored. Warmth and dryness are constantly coming from the fireplace, starting from the toes, dispelling the winter chill bit by bit.

The bulging stomach and the warm soles of the feet constituted all the senses of Fujimaru Tateka.

He patted Jeanne Alter's hair sideways, and let out a comfortable hum.

Mars dances on the wood, and the mischievous Mars slips occasionally, and a flower will explode on the wood.

It was like the moment when the corn begged for mercy in the high temperature under the infiltration of butter.

This wonderful sound and association is enough to make the tip of Fujimaru Tachika's tongue have the desire to eat something more.

He acted like a baby to Jeanne Alter, "Jeanne, I want to eat popcorn."

Joan of Arc, who was so comfortable being swayed by the other party, opened her eyes and glared dissatisfiedly at Lixiang's hand that stopped because of talking, "Huh? Are you a three-year-old child? Haven't you been fed for dinner yet? "

That's what he said, but Joan Alter still stood up very honestly.

Originally, Jeanne Alter put her head on Lixiang's head. If she wanted to get up, she naturally had to get up from Lixiang's lap.

Feeling the swaying of the silver-white long hair of the other party, the clothes on him are not too thick because of the fireplace.

Therefore, even in winter, he could feel the other person's fur-like thick and soft hair, scratching his waist.

Like a cat attracted by a dog's tail or a cat teaser, Li Xiang couldn't help but pick up two bundles, put them on his lips and kiss them lightly.

Joan alter's hair was long enough for her to turn around and see the Master's movements.

Saying it's a boyfriend/lover gesture is fine too.

Regardless of her status, she felt ashamed.

Some people will blush with embarrassment.

Joan of Arc is shy like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. She almost provoked it on the spot. Considering that Lixiang's light grip is a bit too shiny, if she really pulls her hair, she will definitely be bald. .

Halfway through the jumping movement, she stopped the movement by relying on her own reaction and willpower.

"What are you doing!"

The sign of her shyness is that her voice is particularly loud, and she looks extraordinarily righteous.

Lixiang knew that the louder the voice, the shyer the other party would be.

But don’t overdo it. If Fujimaru Tachika is a good-tempered and honest orange cat, then Joan of Arc alter is a proud and expensive British short. If you continue to tease (whether intentionally or not), the other party will be on the verge of breaking out .

It is very likely that while you are not paying attention, the backhand will give you a paw.

Therefore, Li Xiang didn't dare to hold her back. He let go of the hair in his hand in a good-tempered manner. The hair was like petals falling from a blooming flower, like feathers falling from a flying swan, slowly returning to its original position with beauty and regret .

Other than a little frizz, everything is fine.

"Sorry," Li Xiang praised his girlfriend in a sincere tone, "Because Joan's hair is so beautiful, like fine silk."

"Don't...don't think—that's enough!"

Jeanne Alter was naturally happy in her heart, but she tried her best to restrain the expression on her face, but her voice completely exposed her.

Her voice was like a little hook, wrapping around Lixiang's body warmly and softly, and the spikes standing up on the outside were like shiny icing, which would shatter into powder with a light poke.

Not to mention the taste - I knew it would be sweet.

Li Xiang then stood up, and the figure of an adult man could well wrap Joan of Arc Alter, and he changed from looking up to looking down at his lover.

In this way, you can clearly see Jeanne Alter's flickering eyelashes because of belatedness.

"Okay, let's just leave it at that."

His voice was calm and comforting, and he brushed the soft and fluttering eyelashes with his lips.

It's like kissing a butterfly that has been landing on your lips.

Thoughts flashed through his head at this moment, fearing that he would disturb the disc on his lips, he almost uttered the sound in a breathy way, and even kept the ending sound in his mouth.

"I want to dance with you," he said.

"Will you give me this chance? Beautiful lady."

Not Joan of Arc, not the ignorant village girl, but his beautiful lady.

Joan of Arc Alter, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, immediately realized why the other party said this.It was too late for the previous feelings to fade away, she didn't even realize it herself, the light was already shining on her body.

Heroic spirits are a little better than humans in that they can change their clothes through their own will - of course, the premise is that the clothes on their bodies are condensed by magic power.

Dressing up is probably every girl's childhood fantasy.

The golden light began to flicker from Joan's ankles, and the vaguely staggered golden light outlined the fluffy skirt of this skirt.

Li Xiang's hand passed through the golden light, from scratch, feeling the silky touch appearing on his hand.

"Jeanne—"

Jeanne Alter was already wearing a gown. The pure black gown was glowing under the warm yellow light of the fireplace. The silk fabric seemed to catch the stars, and she stood in place.

The expression on his face seemed ashamed of his extraordinarily honest will.

But that pure joy was irrepressible.

dance with her!

Hmph, although this environment is not magnificent enough.

But it was enough for Joan of Arc Alter.

Because it was Fujimaru Tachika who danced with her.

Tachika Fujimaru, who was wearing pajamas, suddenly became the one who was out of place in the space, it was still the original fireplace, and it was still the original cozy living room.

Everything is as it was before, but it was reversed by the woman in the center of the space.

Lixiang tugged on her pajamas that were crumpled due to the overly presumptuous posture just now, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Humph!"

It's not women's clothing!

Joan of Arc was not reconciled, she pouted, but still stretched out her hand.

The skirt danced, and the full arc was shattered, blooming into blossoming flowers, the starlight on it kept changing and swaying, trying to attract everyone's attention.

Joan of Arc Alter's dance skills are much better than last time, just like her handwriting, she always makes up lessons in private.

It seems to be her nature, and it seems to come from her unyielding self-esteem.

No matter what the reason is, the two cooperated tacitly, and the frequency of breathing gradually merged into one in the forward dance steps.

To the accompaniment of the sparks dancing on the wood, they swayed and walked across the galaxy.

The snow outside the window is isolated from the world inside the window.

Only you and me.

It was two weeks after the dance together that Lixiang was found in the password cabinet where the treasure was stored.

The vacation time is always fast, and the winter ice and snow have just melted, and they have to move out of this independent small house.

Compared with her fierce face and duplicity, Joan Alter actually has the skill of "good wife", not a good wife in the traditional sense of cooking and cleaning, but in terms of caring about her lover, she always Can't control myself.

Lixiang made it clear that everything was packed, even if something was missing, it would be very convenient for them magicians and heroic spirits to come back and get it.

Joan of Arc still had to stand up, and couldn't control her feet walking around the house.

It seems to be a wife who is anxious before her husband leaves, always afraid that something will be missing in her husband's luggage, and the pigs will not be complete, which will cause her lover to encounter troubles on the road.

She walked round and round, from their bedroom to the kitchen, from the study to the attic——

Ok?

She has always believed that this door is false.

it turns out?Is there an attic?

Jeanne Alter didn't have any idea of ​​exploring the mystery at that time, nor did she think about whether Lixiang was hiding something from herself.

She pushed open the door resolutely—after all, she is the hostess of this house, and when she opened a certain door in her own home, why should she think?

The door was not as described in the story, it smelled of damp and smoke.

The inside of the small attic is refreshing, and the air carries the smell of the wind that flows to the outside world.

There is also the green and tender breath of the green in the land with the coming of spring.

What is it used for here?

Before the doubts could take shape, Jeanne Alter saw the things on the cabinet at a glance.

Yes--

what's going on?

It is every sheet, every time, the paper that Jeanne Alter used to practice calligraphy.

She - she obviously!Throw it away!

According to the era when Joan of Arc was in Alter, Fujimaru Tateka thoughtfully prepared kraft paper and parchment in the study. This kind of paper has an advantage, that is: in the short term, the storage time is much longer than ordinary paper.

Those pieces of paper that Joan Alter thought were destroyed and used to practice calligraphy were stacked neatly together and placed on the cabinet.

Ahhhhh!

so awkward!Forget about it!

Joan of Arc's whole body burned up, she wanted to force herself to forget this memory, and teleported to the front of the cabinet with a more agile and flexible skill than the day of the dance.

All the papers are neatly folded and placed on the cabinet.

Except for one.

Jeanne Alter picked up the most special piece of paper.

Unlike other papers spread out flat, this one was sealed with plastic and placed in the most conspicuous place like a trophy.

That was the contract written by Jeanne Alter when she came to Fujimaru Tatsuka Chaldea.

It's the marriage certificate.

It turned out to be a contract——

He has achieved some success in writing, and with the help of his lover, Zhen Alter, who is no longer illiterate, saw this piece of paper, and looked at the patterns on it as if drawn by a three-year-old child, which could not even be called a word.

She is so ashamed.

The whole body was trembling, and even broke out in sweat.

"Why... keep this!"

Joan of Arc blushed, as a heroic spirit, she sensed Lixiang's arrival as a matter of course.

She wanted to throw the piece of paper in her hand on the ground, but when she turned around and saw Lixiang's expression, she unconsciously let go of her strength.

"Because it's true."

Li Xiang didn't realize how gentle her expression was,

"Everything here is the sincerity given to me by a proud and duplicity girl."

The over-plasticized paper was patted on Lixiang's face.

"Shut up!"

"Okay, that girl."

The author has something to say:

The author who wants to give himself two or three days off after finishing

Encounter the big monster Xiuwen

author:? ? ?

why!Why did you lock me up?

Changed the lock, changed the lock.

Not to mention other articles, I changed the last chapter 3 times...

So angry that I want to uninstall jj!

(If you don’t practice while talking, you will lose your power in a second)

And my other novel, Kiss will be locked!Why!

Petal-like lips pissed you off! ! !You kind of don't wear lip balm!

And if you can't fix it on the left, you can't fix it on the right. After a chapter, a new chapter will be locked, and it will be locked over and over again.

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