[FF7] The second tucks in history

The author has something to say: (Thanks to the adults who collected this Honkai work! I will not abandon the pit, please rest assured to keep it in captivity~【Bow)

Happy birthday, Vincent Valentine~

1. Well, I'm sorry that the number of words is not enough, and I still write the light below. If any adults feel uncomfortable reading this chapter, please quickly click the red cross in the upper right corner to escape!In addition, if, if Uncle Wen collapses, please correct me, adults! 【bow

2. The next chapter will start the plot of the DC chapter——Thank you, senior sister, for your research and contribution, I love you so much~-33333-Please take care of me~

PS: Well, actually, I rewrote the part of [Last Night] twice, and deleted it when I thought it was too bad. The general plot is like this——

【"Yes, is it alright? QAQ is so nervous!"】

【"Well. Now you just have to sit down - it will hurt later..."】

【"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Senior, why didn't you say it earlier! TAT~"]

"Vivian, what do you want to do?"

Sitting vigilantly on the edge of the soft double bed, leaning forward slightly, Vincent asked in confusion with an unnatural expression.He put his hands on his waist seemingly unintentionally, but in fact he was holding the hellhound as if nothing, and secretly prepared for an ambush—he was a bit aggressive, so he can't be blamed, who made Vivian suddenly very strange?

Hearing this, Vivian's face, who was sitting with her knees hugged at the far end, suddenly turned a beautiful peach color—although she couldn't see it clearly in the ambiguous and warm pink light—she turned her head deliberately, her puffed face was very unconvincing Nonsense: "I just ask for a night's rest with the pure idea of ​​being considerate to seniors, respecting the old and loving the young (?)! So, so, senior, don't ask the bottom line and go take a bath!!!" Her words choked, and she He couldn't help scanning Vincent's hands and feet twice, and slowed down his speech, "Uh, senior, this shouldn't... rust, right?" The curious expression was innocent and pure.

What to do? He suddenly had the urge to imitate Sephiroth and send someone to despair—be patient, Vincent Valentine!

Watching Vincent, who was looking down, walk into the bathroom as if he was fleeing - when he slammed the door, he accidentally caught a corner of the cloak, and struggled for a long time before pulling it back - Vivian, who pretended to be pure and innocent, let go With a sigh of relief, he suddenly lost his strength and fell on his back on the bed.Staring blankly at the soft-colored ceiling, her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past——

The final battle with Sephiroth saved the planet but failed to save Midgar. The former Demon City is now reduced to a dilapidated empty city.In order to minimize the loss as much as possible, Vivian also enthusiastically helped Claude and the others search and rescue the people and rebuild their homes, and then (reluctantly) and (rather complained) Vincent returned to Lucrecia's Shrine On the nearby plains, they built a hut by the lake of Chaos and settled down, living together wholeheartedly.

——However, Vivian will also go to Lucrecia every now and then to cry and complain about the "atrocities" of Vincent's authoritarian centralization.

Even though the relationship has initially become clear, the way of getting along between the two is still as close and alienated as before, but Vivian, who has a slightly low EQ, feels that there is no major problem, and they have been together for two years without any surprises.It wasn't until she received a rare phone call from Yuffie who was far away on Channel [-] eleven hours before this embarrassing situation that the hazy and erratic barrier was suddenly broken.

"Ouch, Vivian, how's the most-recent-to-be-how~" Yuffie, who was thousands of miles away, was very happy to return to her long-lost hometown, and it seemed that people could see the gurgling of concrete notes. The babbling, smiling tone was very narrow, "I heard Tifa say yesterday that you and Vincent are still the same, can't it be true?"

"Yeah." Vivian admitted honestly, while tangling her hair with her fingers boredly.With idle ears pricked up, he listened carefully to Vincent who was washing dishes(...) downstairs.

Yuffie on the other end of the phone was excited - only heard a loud "boom" on her side, and then she yelled in the noisy background: "What? Hey, Vivian, I said You are too weak! Since you have done what you should do as a couple, hurry up and make some X-rated things happen!"

Vivian finally came to her senses, her face turned red with a "swish", and she said incoherently: "God, Yuffie, shut up! I, I, I, I know, don't worry about it, see you again!"

She hung up the phone and threw it out almost like throwing coal balls just pulled out of the fire. She covered her face with her hands in annoyance and thought carefully about this serious question: what to do, how to do, never thought of this, because I always feel that It's like a dream that Senior Vincent promised himself...

Vivian's mind was mixed into a mess by all kinds of miscellaneous pictures.Just then Vincent politely knocked on the door and came in and said Reeve - Kate West's behind-the-scenes manipulator, a model of turning back the prodigal son (?)! — Invite them back to Kam for the carnival.So Vivian had a flash of inspiration, and a temporary cheating plan jumped out of his mind...

Ding dong ~ the memory is over.

Vivian rolled twice on the bed uneasy and sat up, staring at the closed door of the bathroom with the sound of "squeaking" water in a trance, feeling itchy and numb in his heart, as if a large group of ants were scrambling together bite.She couldn't control her wandering thoughts, and couldn't help imagining what a beautiful scene it would be when Vincent walked out of the bathroom——

The wet long black hair hangs softly on the back of the shoulders and wraps around the neck, and the crystal drops of water drip down the smooth muscle lines; On the contrary, it is more interesting; without a change of clothes, Vincent can only wear a bath towel around his waist. Although the key parts are covered, but in such a beautiful scenery, any prosthetics, transformations, etc. are not worth caring about. Floating clouds and there are many things to see...

Vivian silently covered her burning nose.

stop!Having said that, the above is just imagination—in fact, the handsome man is not naked but fully armed when he comes out of the bath. It is nothing more than that his hair is a little wet and the collar of his jacket is unbuttoned.

The heart stopped suddenly, and then beat violently.It seems that the blood in the whole body is flowing backwards to the brain, the hands and feet are cold, but the face is almost burned.Vivian lowered her head nervously, feeling Vincent approaching her quietly, staring at the grain of the wooden floor in a panic, but didn't even see the patterns and colors.

Vincent hesitated for a moment, and sat down beside her naturally - Vivian suddenly didn't know how to put his hands and feet, and almost fell off the bed.

"Can you tell me the real reason now?" Vincent said softly, turning slightly sideways to approach her, his long hair falling on his cheeks like a black curtain.The scorching breath was on the corner of his lips, and from this perfect angle, Vivian could just see his well-shaped collarbone under his open collar.

"I, I, I just feel that it's not safe to drive at night! Well, it's not safe, that's right!" Vivian explained loudly like a cannonball, obviously lacking in confidence.Mischievous panic and embarrassment were released from the bottom of the beautiful golden-green eyes, dazzling like crystals.

But girl, are you and Uncle Wen afraid of being "unsafe"?

"...You're not good..." Vincent sighed helplessly when the peaceful negotiation failed.

The sound of some kind of tough strip breaking suddenly and clearly sounded in his ears, and Vivian couldn't help clasping his hands together and praying to the goddess that it must, must not be the string called "sense".

Then the only lighted wall lamp by the bed was shot in the head by Vincent without hesitation.

……

"It's not fair! Last night, senior, you contributed more. Why did I fall apart? This is unscientific!!!" Vivian, who was sore, lay down in the middle of the bed and beat the pillow angrily, as if he was fighting with a mortal enemy. But Vincent, who was already fully dressed, calmly put his breakfast on the bedside table—look at the corners of his mouth, he must have laughed (smugly) in his heart!

"I'll take care of you." He squatted lightly and looked at Vivian, who was biting the pillow and was discouraged. Vincent's slightly embarrassed voice was extremely affectionate, and it seemed to come from afar, and it fell peacefully in his ears. It is infinitely gentle, and the low-alcohol magnetism is intoxicating.

"It's, it's not a matter of irresponsibility!" Vivian threw the rotten pillow in his hand to the ground angrily. Because the movement was too big and affected various parts, he wailed and immediately returned to the shape of a salted fish pretending to be dead. "This kind of thing is the inevitable result of a pair of adult men and women who are physically and mentally healthy and have a good impression of each other, following the development of their relationship! ——The next worry is how to get to Cam in time, I can't move..." She blinked for help .

Vincent thought for a second, and cautiously suggested: "How about staying another day?"

"So you can't get out of bed tomorrow?" Vivian complained maliciously—how could such a delicious senior Vincent give up so easily! ?

Vincent coughed dryly, and turned his back to Vivian stiffly, but with her sharp eyes, she still caught a glimpse of the sudden blush on his always white and jade-like face.