My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

The place where the spell pattern is printed is easier to feel the touch. When my wife Xia Ye's knuckles were pressed down mercilessly, the dog curly thorn almost subconsciously shook, and the other hand also hurriedly lifted up, clamped on the The pink-haired boy's movements were extraordinarily bold, and he even seemed to be about to do something bad at his wrist.

A thin voice came out of his throat, and the corners of the dog's eyes turned red uncontrollably, and he almost turned pale with fright.

——Xia, Xia Ye, what are you going to do? ! !

It was right to find sleeping pills, and it was right to wait for him on purpose, including pretending to sleep to see what would happen.

But, but, even he thought it was just a sneaky kiss at most, after all, my wife Xia Ye's face is still very confusing.

The facial features are exquisite and cute, and it looks pure and harmless even without facial expressions, and the person is also small, even if it is said to be a junior high school student, there is no problem, like a fan with an innocent face and a soft "meow meow" at others Mao Mao Mao - it's hard to imagine him in a bad place!

The last chance to rescue the tip of the tongue is when it is not firmly clamped, but the dog curling spine never thought that Xia Ye would directly block his fingers on his teeth to prevent the jaw from closing, so it was only this moment. He hesitated, and he lost the chance to stop the pink-haired boy by spitting out [Don't move].

——So, now, what is the situation, what else does Xia Ye want to do? !

"Mr. Thorn, do you like to hold hands?"

My wife Xia Ye, who didn't relax her fingers at all, asked, he lowered his head again, stared straight into the purple pupil, and said with a guiding quality:

"I like to hold hands with Mr. Thorn very much, because the fingers are interlocked, they look like a couple, and hugs are also very comfortable. Does Mr. Thorn like hugs?"

The temperature on his face has far exceeded the 36°C body temperature of ordinary people. If he is put on a thermometer at this time, he may be able to directly reach the range of high fever-my wife Xia Ye's problem has been very straightforward.

"It doesn't matter if Mr. Thorn can't say it now, because I know that Mr. Thorn also likes to hold hands and hug, right?"

There was a sickly blush on the fair cheeks, and the eyes were no longer restrained. The heat in the pink pupils was so hot that the dog curly thorns also heated up with the blood flow. When did the reserved neon boy see this battle?

As a descendant of a spellcaster, he can't even express his feelings in normal words. How many words can the simple "salmon roe" and "tuna" refer to? His mind is rolling with messy thoughts over and over again, but one word after another I couldn't spit it out, and my whole body was about to turn into a firework and blow up.

Moreover, it has even reached the point where people are about to be cooked, the pink-haired boy has not stopped talking:

"Not only that, I also really want to kiss Mr. Thorn—can I kiss you, Mr. Thorn?"

The surface of the tongue is numb, the face is hot, and it is almost cooked and burnt by A's straightforward words, and the dog curly spine feels that he is about to smoke now.

When you are ashamed and angry, you can burst out with great strength, and it is probably the same when you are shy. The dog curly thorn does not know where the power comes from at this moment, maybe it is the strength of the silver-haired spellcaster who clenched his hands tightly before my wife Xia Ye couldn't stop it. It was overturned, turned around on the soft quilt fabric, and the positions of the two people were exchanged immediately.

……

"……oops."

My wife Xia Ye lay on her back on the soft quilt, her eyes seemed to be a little surprised, her pink hair was a little frizzy from the static electricity, he complained with a little regret:

"The strength of the fingers is really too weak... I still want to touch Lord Thorn's curse lines more."

The curse master who successfully rescued the tip of his tongue gasped with a "huh", his purple eyes were still glowing physiologically, and for a moment he didn't know what rice ball fillings to use to express his thoughts.

——What, Natsuno, aren't you shy?

(——No, my wife’s family is a sick and idiot, the word shy is not written in the dictionary.)

His mind was in a mess, and the dog curly spine didn't know what to do now, he successfully pulled the man off his body, and pressed him on the quilt, his wrists were tightly clasped by him... There was no sign of struggling .

The situation has not continued to get out of control, even if Xia Ye wants to do something, he just needs to say "don't move", after all, Xia Ye will not resist his curse... But, but, what should I do now? Do it?Xia Ye doesn't seem to have the slightest intention of "let's forget it"?

"Kissing will definitely be very comfortable, kiss me, Mr. Thorn."

"Dried bonito!"

It's not right, I don't know what to do but he just feels it's not right, stop saying these red-faced words, Xia Ye!

"Why refuse?"

The pink-haired boy who was lying on his back showed a puzzled expression. He didn't seem to think that he had done any frightening night attack behavior. Instead, he was very much looking forward to the consequences of "if it succeeds", and continued to drag his soft voice. wrote:

"It's just a kiss. Isn't it normal for me to want to kiss Mr. Thorn? I can do anything for Mr. Thorn, and Mr. Thorn can also—"

【Shut up】

His head was so hot that it was about to explode, and he couldn't think calmly at all. The innately gentle spellcaster was forced into a rage and ordered my wife Natsuno to shut up—God knows what else he will say if he doesn't stop talk.

The dog Curly Thorn took another deep breath of cold air, and the coolness penetrated into his lung cavity, which finally made his brain that was about to boil and evaporate a little bit clearer. He had to use fiery eyes to express his thoughts, and the smoldering heat stuck to the snake eyes around his mouth, and he even tried to raise his head to get closer——

what to do?What should we do now?How did things become like this?What will happen next?

But what Xia Ye said is not all wrong, he really doesn't hate holding hands, and he doesn't hate hugging, kissing, kissing... Gou Juanji looks away as if being stabbed by a needle, and speaks again in a panic, hastily:

[sleep]

……

The room was quiet.

So the descendant of the spellcaster counted on rice balls with tuna mayonnaise for half a night.

The dog curly spine lay on his side with his back facing the unconscious pink-haired boy, his eyes were dull and his expression was blank, until the light of the rising sun came through the gap in the curtains, he was lost under the pressure of exhaustion both physically and mentally. He sank vaguely into an unreliable dream.

-

The courses of the Conjuration College are more casual. Compared with the self-study exercises stipulated by ordinary high schools, the class method of the Conjuration College is closer to a university, or a university where the professors are very casual.

Whether there is a class depends on whether you want to teach it or not, and even the teacher is often late (referring to a certain 190 teacher who likes to hover on the edge of the "late tolerance limit time"), there are many times during class time when there are no students and are sent out to perform tasks, if it is not for the curse The magician is very concerned about his own practice, and he probably has already taught a group of salted fish who can't sleep during the day and can't sleep at night.

The sophomores are already able to play their own roles, and the corresponding courses have also been reduced. The three sophomores currently in China are not the type who like to stay in bed. They get up early every morning spontaneously, and then go to the training ground to practice diligently.

However, the prerequisite for waking up early to be refreshed is to have a good sleep. Therefore, when the dog was awakened by his own biological clock, he once again felt the familiar hardship.

"Dried bonito..."

--sleepy.

He didn't get enough sleep at all, he only had time to sleep lightly for a few hours after dawn, if he turned over and sat up now, he would definitely be top-heavy, and there must be dark circles under his eyes, if he went to train with Fat Tatsumaki and the others, he would definitely be punished. Beat dizzy.

The dog curled back reluctantly, buried the tip of its nose in the soft "quilt", and took another deep breath.

The sweet peach smell is very good, the pillow in my arms is warm and soft, I don't want to let go when I hold it... my hand...

"..."

After realizing it with hindsight, "I don't have a pillow", the dog's arm suddenly froze.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he could see happened to be the tender pink hair, and the hair of the "pillow" was a mess, and the dog curly thorn felt that he might not be awake yet, and suddenly something happened in his mind. An inexplicable emotion broke in.

Xia Ye's hair is so soft.

...well, what now?

Gou Juanji's gaze became vain again, and his mind was almost empty.

If you move, it will definitely wake him up, right?In case he wakes him up, how will he get along with him next time? Thinking about what happened last night, he even has the urge to run away—what if Xia Ye comes directly to A again?

However, this kind of thinking is only his guess after all, except in certain circumstances (such as last night), Xia Ye still looks quite normal, such as now.

"Ah, Lord Thorn, you're awake."

"..."

The pillow that I thought was "not yet awake" moved, and the pink hair top where the line of sight fell was blocked by the angle, revealing a flushed fair face.

My wife Xia Ye blinked her pink eyes and said happily:

"Just now I heard Mr. Thorn's heartbeat start to 'thump, thud, thud,', so I wondered if Mr. Thorn had woken up, otherwise I was a little worried, what if I woke up Mr. Thorn. "

——Ah, it turned out that Xia Ye had woken up a long time ago, and was hugged by himself as a pillow the whole time soberly.

The dog curly spine stiffly let go of his arms that were encircling him like a pillow, and then he turned over and sat up like a robot whose joints were not oiled.

"……kelp."

My wife Xia Ye also knelt and sat on the bed, still with a pure and lovely smile on her face, as if the guy who grabbed someone's tongue last night was not her at all.

"However, I am very happy."

The cheeks on both sides were slightly red, and the pink pupils overflowed with undisguised happiness. The corners of my wife Xia Ye's mouth kept rising, and he said in a nasal voice that still sounded like he had just woken up:

"Sleeping with Mr. Thorn, I am very happy."

"Even if I fell asleep under the spell, I'm happy, even if I didn't kiss Mr. Thorn, I'm happy, even if I found out what I did before, I'm happy—Mr. Thorn also likes my touch." 』

The pink-haired boy moved forward again, and stopped when the spell master subconsciously leaned back. Then he blinked, opened his hands, and asked in a naturally soft tone:

"Want to come? Good morning post."