The Lord is Addicted in Infrastructure

In the early morning, soft sunlight pours into the house through the windows.

The window was covered with a layer of mist because of the cold, and it felt damp. Outside was the unique quietness of winter, and there was no sound at this moment.

The three candles that were lit on the round table at the end of the bed last night had already been burned out, and only a little dark red wax remained on the dark wooden table, showing traces of its existence.

At this time, there was a little movement on the sofa.

Brown Sugar slowly opened his golden eyes. After adapting to the sun for a while, he opened his mouth and yawned. He stretched out his red tongue to lick his lips. Lazy.

After grinding his paws silently, Brown Sugar flicked his tail and walked towards the quiet big bed—the light red veil fluttered slightly, shaking slightly with the wind blowing when he walked...

Brown Sugar sniffed Xia Zuoyi's scent and walked to the side of the big bed.

——The black fluffy head stuck into the veil, the golden eyes and the gold-plated pupils looked at each other, one was ignorant and the other was indifferent.

Brown Tang tilted his head, looking puzzled at the overlapping posture of the two on the big bed at this time.

——After a whole night of tossing, Xia Zuoyi was already completely lying on the body of His Majesty the Pope, using both hands and feet on the chest and legs...

His head rested on Saigalot's shoulder, his rosy lips were slightly parted, and he was sleeping soundly.

There was a slight blush on his face, the hair on his forehead was raised, and the sound of regular breathing slowly sprayed on Saigalot's neck and face...

His Majesty the Pope was crushed and could not move. It should be said that he did not want to move.

Saigalot gently wrapped his arms around Xia Zuoyi's waist to prevent him from falling asleep and waking up.

The other hand rested loosely by his side, and a little above was Xia Zuoyi's left hand that was slightly hanging down after crossing his chest.

A small grunt escaped from Brown Sugar's throat.

There was a light red veil on the big head, and then he moved closer to the side of the bed and licked the back of Xia Zuoyi's hand that was hanging on Saigalot's chest.

"Well……"

Xia Zuoyi seemed to feel the moist touch from the back of her hand, and she murmured in a daze, and her drooping fingertips moved, as if she was about to wake up.

Brown Sugar wanted to lick it again, but suddenly a slender finger pointed at its nose, pushing its big head back.

The light red veil finally slipped off Brown Sugar's head, keeping it out.

Saigalot's gilt eyes stared at Brown Sugar calmly, silently conveying a message - leave, go a little further.

He withdrew his hand, and then held the back of Xia Zuoyi's licked hand, and the other hand patted Xia Zuoyi's back at the same time, once and for all, very regular and soothing.

Xia Zuoyi's consciousness, which had been somewhat vaguely raised, once again fell into a deep sleep and fell into a deep sleep...

Brown Tang shook his head unhappily after being pushed away.

But seeing that the light red veil did not stick his head in, but turned around and walked back to the sofa, jumped on it lightly and combed his dark hair.

Among the layers of bed curtains, Saigalote slowly stopped his pat movements. He lay quietly on the bed, feeling the warmth and softness of his body, and looked at the top of the bed carved with arabesques...

Although it is unbelievable, His Holiness the Pope is indeed distracted.

Saigalot's neck and the side of his face were flushed with a thin blush due to the hot breath, and they were extremely warm, forming a sharp contrast with the other side.

This experience is very novel.

In fact, in the middle of the middle of the night, Saigalote felt Xia Zuoyi leaning towards him—the pair of gilt eyes opened immediately, hardly sleepy, and extremely awake.

Under the light of the remaining candle flame, Saigalot turned his head.

He saw that Little Rose, who was only wearing the upper half of her nightgown, had thrown away the pillow in her arms at some point. It seemed that she was getting hot. A white and slender leg stretched out from between the quilt, and her delicate and round toes kicked against the quilt. side.

The contrast between white and black is so obvious that it can't help but make a hidden desire grow quietly in the bottom of my heart...

Saigalot looked at it for a while, then withdrew his gaze, then stretched out his hand to cover Xia Zuoyi with the kicked-off quilt, and then closed his eyes to continue to sleep lightly.

The room fell silent again.

But this silence was broken after a while.

Xia Zuoyi was like a small animal slowly moving its nest.

Not only did he stretch out his legs and feet again, but he also groped slowly with one hand in a daze, and finally hugged a corner of Saigalot's quilt, leaning towards him...

At this time, half of Xia Zuoyi's body was already sticking out of the warm blanket. Although the room wasn't cold, it wasn't so warm that she didn't need a blanket.

Saigalot had no choice but to slowly pull out the quilt that was held in Xia Zuoyi's arms.

But before he could take the next step, Xia Zuoyi, who suddenly lost the "pillow" in her arms, rubbed forward in dissatisfaction, and her whole body almost got into Saigalot's quilt.

His little head was drooping, just under the slightly raised quilt horns of Saigalot.

Saijalot's hands paused, his wrists hanging in the air for a while, and then Xia Zuoyi slowly put down the quilt after hugging his waist as if hugging a pillow when Xia Zuoyi retracted into his arms raving.

Afterwards, Segalot didn't fall asleep again for half the night.

…………

The situation gradually turned into a scene like this in the morning.

——The quilt covering the two of them slid down to the chest, barely staying above the waist.

The nightgown Xia Zuoyi was wearing was completely rubbed up to her belly, revealing a section of her white waist, and underneath was a thin and loose white underwear...

Xia Zuoyi's sleep quality has always been very good.

He sleeps soundly, but his work and rest are also good. He will wake up slowly in the morning, and wait until the bedtime is over before getting dressed and going to wash.

The melodious birdsong outside the window, which is not easy to hear in winter, evokes the biological clock in the brain.

Xia Zuoyi finally woke up in a daze. His hands and feet were extremely relaxed and slightly numb, which made him want to stretch and roll around on the bed for a few times before getting up.

However, he immediately realized that he had slept in the room and bed of His Majesty the Pope last night, so he blinked his half-closed eyes, trying to shake off the remaining drowsiness in his mind.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes again.

But the sluggish sense of touch when he just woke up finally came online, and the blurred picture in front of him gradually cleared up and passed into Xia Zuoyi's mind—the warm touch on his chest, under his stomach, and legs all clearly told him—— The situation is not right.

Xia Zuoyi opened her eyes wide, her body stiffened involuntarily.

He, he seems to be sleeping on the body of His Majesty the Pope? !

At this moment, a low and hoarse voice came from above Xia Zuoyi's head: "I woke up, did you sleep well?"

Xia Zuoyi felt the hand around her waist pat him gently, while the other hand gently stroked the hair on his forehead, and said with a smile in her voice, "Don't you want to wake up?"

In an instant, Xia Zuoyi bounced up straight like a frightened cat.

He had never been so quick before, walking away from His Majesty's side on both hands and feet - the quilt covering the waist of the two was also lifted to the bottom of their feet due to the force, and the fluffy and soft bed was shaken and shaken.

Brown Tang, who was lying halfway on the sofa and licked his paws, immediately raised his head, pricked up his ears, and let out a whimper, but turned his head back and continued after receiving no response.

Reddish veils surround the bedposts.

Xia Zuoyi knelt and sat on a pile of quilts with her hair slightly curled up, tossing and turning, the heat just now hadn't completely dissipated.

He was a little dazed, his face blushed with embarrassment, the wide nightgown covered his legs and knees, but his shoulders half slipped to one side due to the movement just now, revealing his white and round shoulders.

Xia Zuoyi didn't notice anything.

Saigalot sat up slowly propping up the mattress, his gilt golden eyes seemed to be shining bright stars under the swaying of the morning sun, but for some reason, they seemed to fall deeply into the lava, and disappeared in an instant.

His Majesty the Pope stretched out his hand to help Xia Zuoyi pull up the nightgown that had slipped off her shoulders with a calm expression, and then said, "What's wrong?"

He didn't seem to understand why Xia Zuoyi sat up suddenly as if frightened.

Xia Zuoyi: "No... nothing, how could I... lie on top of you?"

Saigalot: "You fell asleep after listening to it last night, and I fell asleep after that, and didn't wake up until the morning... Maybe you used me as a pillow."

He pointed to the back of Xia Zuoyi, where there was a real pillow who had been doing his duty in the first half of the night.

Xia Zuoyi looked back, then her embarrassing face became even more rosy, and she apologized in a low voice.

"It's nothing."

His Majesty the Pope's expression was indifferent, and he really didn't seem to care at all.

As a result, Xia Zuoyi also slowed down.

The morning episode seemed to be over.

After Xia Zuoyi got dressed, washed, had breakfast, and kissed the brown sugar, Saigalot took him out of the Holy Church himself.

Of course, Xia Zuoyi didn't forget his boxy underwear before leaving...

When they came to the front of the Holy Church, Archbishop Paul and Judit had already been waiting there, and the carriage was also ready outside, just board the carriage and set off.

Saigalot said, "I'll take you back."

Xia Zuoyi couldn't refuse, so she agreed.

…………

After driving for a while, the carriage stopped at the door of the Sheli Hall.

His Majesty the Pope did not leave in a hurry after seeing off the people, but also walked into the hall, intending to pay a courtesy visit to Xia Zuoyi's current residence.

But it was a coincidence.

Orville and Archibald also came to the magnificent hall at this moment, and met the two who were talking to each other.

Orville and Archibald stopped.

Xia Zuoyi said hello.

Orville: "I went to look for you last night, but your knight said that you were not in the room...did you go out to live?"

Archibald looked at Segalot.

Xia Zuoyi nodded: "Yes, last night... I lived in the Holy Church."

He paused, but did not directly say that he lived in the same room and bed with His Holiness the Pope... He was inexplicably speechless.

Orville: "I don't know when the Holy Church was so generous that it allowed irrelevant outsiders to live in it."

Saigalot's expression was indifferent, and he did not answer this question.

The atmosphere between the three is a little delicate.

Archibald said at this time: "Little Zoe, come to me."

Xia Zuoyi was puzzled, thinking that Archie had something to tell him, so she walked over: "Why...?"

Archibald covered his head lightly with one hand, and then said with a smile: "There is a strand of hair sticking up on the top of his head."

Xia Zuoyi touched it: "I pressed it with water, did you get up again?"

"Ah."

Saigalot suddenly said: "Probably because you put your head on my shoulder when you slept last night..."

Before the words fell, the hall where there were no outsiders fell silent in an instant.

Archibald's hand on top of Xia Zuoyi's head stopped, and Orville's eyes on Brown Sugar also turned back.

The atmosphere slowly fell silent.

Xia Zuoyi didn't notice anything, but she was slightly embarrassed and blushed, and smiled dryly with her eyebrows curved.