little angel chasing his wife

I put down the cup in my hand and walked towards Ymir. He was standing in the shadow of the corridor, half of his face was obscured by the shadow into a strange appearance.

He stretched out his hand, and I reached out to him knowingly. He held my hand tightly, looked at it, and then interlocked his five fingers, his eyes gradually dulled.

He seemed to be falling down and pressed his head on my shoulder. The voice from the side of his neck was a bit confused, "What should I do Eve... I can't wash it clean..."

"Where is it not clean?" I looked down and quickly found a dark mark on the nightgown. "It's okay, I'll wash it for you, and it will be clean soon..."

Ymir hasn't been like this for a long time, at least the last time he was in this state was a year ago, that time he stayed in the bathroom for a whole day, the old housekeeper and I teamed up to tear down the door, when he went in he was glowing red, Like a creature whose soul is wrapped in a layer of skin, muttering constantly in the bathtub.

Ymir didn't make a sound, he was pressed heavily on my shoulder as if he was asleep, I could only talk to him softly, "Brother, let's go back to the room first, shall we? Then let's see what's wrong with you clean……"

"Nowhere is clean..." He said so softly that I could barely hear, "Dirty...all dirty..."

Then he fell silent again, and the vitality of his whole body gradually disappeared, only the heavy weight and shallow breathing showed that he was still alive.

I suppressed the pain in my heart and tried to bring Ymir into the room. Fortunately, he did not resist. The old housekeeper immediately joined in the dragging of Ymir. We worked together to put him on the soft bed. Head motioned him to get the first aid kit.

Only Ymir and I were left in the room. I sat on the edge of the bed and accompanied him. Ymir closed his eyes tightly.

His bed and nightgown were both lavender, and it seemed that only his pale neck and head remained when he was buried in the bedding.

"Eve," he opened his eyes, turned to look at me, "hug me." He stretched out his hands.

I leaned over to hug him, and he hugged me tightly, like a wayward child coquettish to an adult, with his head buried in my neck.

The gun on the back of my waist was shaken, "Eve," he started to fiddle with the weapon strapped to my waist as if playing, and asked me, "Have you stopped being afraid with a gun?"

I was taken aback by Ymir's question, a thunderbolt struck in my mind, and it rained heavily.

"Well, much better." I nodded.

"It's been a long time since I came to look for me with a pillow at night." Ymir's tone was emotionless, and I couldn't understand what he meant by saying this.

In the past, I didn't like the dark night and the weather of thunder. I would always come to Emil with a pillow in the middle of the night to squeeze and sleep together. After I grew up, I gradually could sleep alone in a dark room, but when there was thunder I will still be a little nervous at night, and my mood will always involuntarily enter a low state.

"I'm used to it."

Ymir was quiet for a while, and I patted his back trying to lull him to sleep.

"I always feel..." His back tensed up, and I had to pat him more gently to let him relax, "Eve will leave me."

"I will always stay with you."

"I trust you, but I don't trust others," he said slowly and softly, "I don't trust anyone or anything in this world except you and the old housekeeper. The world other than you is too dirty gone."

"Including yourself?"

"kindness."

I was helpless by Ymir's self-loathing. He thought that I was clean as a twin sister, but he felt that everything except me and the old housekeeper was extremely dirty-including himself.

"Why can't there be just the three of us?" Ymir wondered very seriously, "It's fine for the others to die, as long as the three of us are fine..."

I know I can't let Ymir plant this idea in my heart, but I can't refute it.

In an instant, a handsome face appeared in his mind, with soft light black hair, vibrant sapphire blue eyes, and firm thin lips.

He always had friends by his side, and even when his freedom was threatened, he still had friends by his side.

At first I thought he liked someone else, but when I got the expected answer, I felt a little surprised indifference in my heart.

Even if I try my best to give Ymir warmth and never give up accompanying him, I still can't do what I want.

Because I agree with Ymir from the bottom of my heart, but I still have a little luck.

Fortunately, one day the world will be bright again.

"Well, as long as the three of us are fine."

But that is impossible.

When I woke up the next day, my whole body was wrapped up, and I was so stuffy. After I got out, I found that the room looked different.

By the way, I was too sleepy after helping Ymir treat the wound yesterday, so I fell asleep here.

The pajamas were not changed, but the coat and shoes were taken off. Ymir still used me as a pillow and pulled me into his arms, sleeping soundly.

It was very easy to break free from him, but just as I reached the edge of the bed with one hand, someone grabbed my ankle, and a man came and hugged my thigh.

"Don't go," said the man very rascally.

"I am going to work."

He hummed a few times in dissatisfaction, but he still didn't let go. After a long time, when I was about to pull out my leg, he said, "Then let's go together."

It's the first time I take Ymir to work.

He and I walked slowly along the side of the road without a carriage, and he sighed beside the morning air.

"Alan is with you?" Ymir said suddenly.

"Well, this point should already be there."

"I don't like him," Ymir said in a deep voice. "Every time I see him, I feel very uncomfortable. I really want to slap the teacup in my hand on his face."

... Alan has no grievances or enmities with you, what is it about him that you hate so much.

I felt the black line on my head rushing down, and Ymir next to me continued to make his "uncomfortable" remarks.

"When I see him smiling, I want to pull the corners of his mouth. It's annoying to look at him smiling like this all day long. The milk tea tasted so strong last time..." There are a lot of things. Fire.

Just like that, I heard Ymir complaining to the Law Enforcement Department. I didn’t see a large dog waiting for its owner outside, but I heard a lively conversation inside after opening the door.

"Alan, have you met our minister's ex-husband?" An extremely excited female voice successfully caught my attention, and when I turned my head, I saw Alan surrounded by members.

"Isn't he very handsome?"

"Is it a good match with the minister?"

"Shouldn't be worthy, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't have divorced."

These gossip guys...

I walked behind the group of staff members, and Derek, who was directly opposite, gave them a hard look, but unfortunately no one noticed his twisted face.

Allen's face was a little embarrassed, he was probably struggling with this question worthy of complaints.

Me: "I think he looks pretty handsome."

A group of members immediately turned to me with enthusiastic expressions, "Hey! You have seen..." After seeing me, they fell silent for a moment.

I smiled: "It's already working time."

The members immediately dispersed like birds and beasts, and for a while there were footsteps and the rustling of paper everywhere.

"Pfft!" Ymir behind him suddenly snorted and started laughing without any scruples.

"Interesting and interesting!" He held his stomach as if the matter was very funny, "Eve, your subordinates are so cute."

In fact, I have always felt that today's Ymir is not normal.

"Eve!" I looked up subconsciously, and the handsome young man was smiling at me with a mouthful of white teeth, "Good morning."

What Ymir said was to pull the corners of his mouth played back in my mind. I pulled the corners of my mouth and gave him a sympathetic look.

Then Allen managed to put a bunch of question marks on top and looked back at me in bewilderment.

"Two ministers!" Sophie passed in front of me with a stack of documents, stopped suddenly, looked at Ymir and me, and then saluted Ymir with an epiphany, "Good morning, Earl Ymir."

"Hey..." Ymir immediately found my chair and sat down, and replied very casually, "Good morning."

It is said that twins have telepathy. I don't know what it feels like, but sometimes we can always recognize each other's things very tacitly.

I walked over to Ymir, turned around and faced Alan's direction. Although his eyes were not strong, there was obvious hostility. After noticing my sight, he looked at me without hesitation, frowning Wrinkled deeply.

A member went up to pat him on the shoulder, he nodded at him, and then walked away together.

Ymir was flipping through my documents casually. Most of these documents were orders issued after they had a meeting. I pulled a chair and squeezed with him. He flipped through the documents boringly and I started to stamp the documents. .

By the way...about the tight supply of weapons in the mainland...

I forgot to ask Ymir last night because he seemed emotionally unstable, and brought this up now.

"Eve doesn't have to worry," he smiled and propped his chin with one hand, "it'll be fine."

Ymir what the hell are you doing?

Alan has too many doubts about Ymir's suspicion and defense, as well as a series of recent events.

I opened my mouth, but still didn't ask.

If Ymir wanted to talk, he would tell me without me asking.

Maybe what he's doing isn't as easy as he says it is, but that's okay.

Whether it is a good thing or a bad thing, I will be with him, since this will not change, there is no need to guess him.

I turned on the office mode again, reviewing, confirming, and stamping the documents one by one, and Ymir next to me didn't make a sound for a long time.

I stood up the document in my hand, flattened it on the table and put it back. A furry thing hit my head.

"Eve is really different from when I was a child..."

Ymir's voice was dark, and my heart tightened.

"I won't be pestering me all day long like when I was a child..."

As he spoke, his voice became infinitely aggrieved.

I:"……"

Sigh... What should the twin brothers do if they become self-willed?