General affairs girl

Dorothy stared blankly at the completely upside-down scene in front of her, and sighed helplessly.

I may have a bit of talent for acrobatics.

Waking up early in the morning, she found that she was hanging on the edge of the bed, with her entire upper body hanging out of the bed, probably in a difficult sleeping position where she would fall headfirst if she was not careful. It was so weird that even she couldn't help feeling sorry for herself.

Although this position is very dangerous now, but with a little adjustment, you can still land safely... After all, hanging upside down is really uncomfortable. Dorothy frowned, struggling to adjust her current position, but unexpectedly felt dizzy If she didn't pay attention, she fell directly to the ground in a blink of an eye, with a muffled "bang".

The shoulders that exposed the quilt probably got cold accidentally. When they hit the ground, there was a numb soreness that caused her to burst into tears. She pursed her mouth and she refused to get up. Aggrieved, the girl rolled back and forth twice on the soft wool carpet under her body, taking advantage of no one seeing her.

Ah, furry, so good...

The girl rubbed the woolen blanket under her body in satisfaction, feeling that the soreness in her shoulders was nothing.Supporting herself, one moment she turned her head to move her sore neck, and the next second she saw the young man who had just opened the door at the door. Like a frightened big cat, she frowned in panic and crawled back into the quilt .

"Get out, get out!" The girl yelled displeasedly, and then vaguely heard the young man's "puchi" chuckle through the quilt.

Not a great start.Aggrieved, she smashed out a pillow.

A few seconds later, she slowly poked her head out when she heard the sound of William telling her to get dressed quickly so as not to catch a cold while closing the door again.

On the wall clock in the room, the pointer points to seven o'clock, and the fluffy time-telling bird flies out of the wall clock connected to the spring, making a thin cry, dutifully reminding its master that it is time to wake up .

The girl no longer stayed in bed, let out a lazy breath, turned her head to stare at the chubby doll bird, sighed in a low voice, "It's so cute", reached out to take the clothes hanging on the hanger, and walked to the side. The fitting mirror completely forgot what his brother told him just now, squinted his eyes, and slowly unbuttoned his nightdress.

However, it turns out that something as inexplicable as a mirror can't be looked at too much. At some point, a white feather floated down from the mirror and passed by, followed by ripples on the smooth mirror surface.

Inexplicably uneasy, Dorothy was obviously taken aback when she saw this situation. Although she didn't know what happened, what came to her heart was a strong sense of sight, and her left hand was almost as hot as burning, which made her bite her lips and think about it. Quickly get away from this mirror that doesn't look right.

But he found himself in a daze, unable to look away

I don't know when the sound of Qingming reverberated in my head, I covered my eyes, my hands were warm and soft, and my hair was breathing hot and humid, it seemed that someone hugged me from behind and buried my face in my hair , an extremely unreal touch.

【Well, I found it, is it here...】

【I really want to see you...】

The murmur-like whispers echoed in his ears, bringing a dizzying sense of unreality.

...I don't like people treating me like this...

The overly intimate posture made Dorothy resist, curled the corners of her mouth, without the slightest hesitation, she slapped off the hand covering her eyes, broke away from the embrace of the person behind her, and turned her head suddenly with a dark face to see who is it.

However, there is nothing behind.

The hour hand stopped at seven o'clock.

There is still the thin sound of the wall clock bird chiming in my ears.

"beep beep"

Are you dreaming...

The girl looked bewildered.

--London--

At seven o'clock, the silver-haired woman leaned against the railing of the clock tower, let the morning wind blow her skirt, and looked down at the panorama of London in a daze. She didn't look back when she heard the footsteps behind her, but silently stroked her redness and swelling. He squinted his violet eyes with his right hand and didn't know what he was thinking.

The orange-haired deacon didn't bother him when he saw this, but just stood there quietly with his head down, silent.

After a long time, the woman let out a chuckle.

"Don't look for it~ I found the child."

"But she doesn't seem to be very close to me..."

"Really sad……"

like a soliloquy

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