little angel chasing his wife

As of today, it has been more than a month and twelve days.

I stood in the kitchen counting the days on my fingers, only to realize that it had been a month.

The weather is a bit cold, I'm fine staying in the house, but the wind outside is a bit cold.Every time Alan came home, he was shrouded in a layer of cold air. If he came to hug me, he would make me shiver.

So every time he tries to get close to me, I kick him away, but he likes to sneak up on me while I'm not paying attention.

Once I'm in his arms I can't break free, he'll hold me until I'm warm.If he felt comfortable, he would sometimes carry me back to the room.

During this time, the guards outside are still doing their duty.

Allen still clings to me and hugs me tenderly.

But what he said that day still had a big impact on me.

Questions about children.

I know it's normal to do that kind of thing and have kids without protection.

But my child with Ellen?There is a subtle feeling...

As for his confession that day...

I cut vegetables neatly and put them in the pot, which is still the same today.

Come on, he confessed more than this time, although it was a bit scary, but his feelings...

...I really haven't.

If he's broken, it's none of my business. I can't take care of myself, and I'm even more lazy about his affairs.

It's just a child.

He still ate his food, and after the meal he praised me in the same old way, and even gave me a kiss.

It was still quiet tonight.

He went to work as usual and unexpectedly didn't delay.

The guards outside still didn't let up.

But today a guest came, he came from the window, with neat sideburns, suits and leather shoes.

"Miss, how are you doing recently?" The old butler stood neatly in the room, still wearing the straight butler uniform, with some clothes on his hands, with a decent smile on his face, "This is the first time I It feels good to climb the window to deliver clothes to the young lady."

"It seems that you have been doing well recently." I reached out to take the few clothes he handed over, and shook them off to see that they were the uniforms I usually wear. "Meet Derek and the others?"

"Yes, they're almost done, so I'll send you, Miss." The old housekeeper inspected the room and nodded. "The action will start tomorrow. Miss just needs to find a chance to leave. The agreement is to gather in the evening."

"In the evening..." I walked up the stairs, "keep them waiting, I'll be there on time."

In fact, I am quite curious about what the old butler will do to help me get rid of the encirclement around this house. I dare not underestimate the so-called considerable military strength of Armin.

"Miss."

"kindness?"

I turned to look at him, and the old butler seemed fine.

"Please be careful."

"Do not worry."

The warm sunlight mixed with dancing granular objects is projected from the window onto the wooden floor.There are obvious stitching marks on the floor. Different trees have different patterns, and they are stitched together. Although they cannot be integrated, the decoration is still very solid.I have to clean it every day, there is no stain on it, with the characteristic dryness and softness of wood.I put on the boots that I haven't worn for a long time, stepped on them, and felt a little strange to the touch.

I started to cook, and as usual, served it to the table, and sat next to it.

Alan arrived home at the same time as usual. The first thing he did after he entered the door was to take off his coat. He stopped short as soon as he took off one sleeve and looked at me.

He just stopped for a while, took off his coat and sat in front of me.

He picked up the bowl and started to eat, eating in a hurry, as if he had been hungry all day.I took a leisurely sip of soup on the opposite side, and watched him eat after a few mouthfuls of food.

After he finished eating, he put down the bowl, came over and stood beside me and looked at me. I needed to look up at him while sitting on a chair.His eyes flickered in a shadow, and he faced me, crouching slowly.I was able to be at eye level with him as his hand reached over and began to stroke my face gently.

"Today's food is still delicious." His voice was gentle.

I look at him.

"Will you still stay and cook for me? Help me clean the house when I'm away, help me tidy up the room..."

"I'm not a cleaner," I said, "and I'm not a babysitter."

"Then stay here, okay?" He laughed, the corners of his eyes curved into crescent moons, and the fingers on my cheeks were chilling, "I will cook for you, tidy up the room, and clean the house, as long as you stay Just come down and stay where I can see it."

Is he begging me?His eyes looked like shaking crystals that would shatter in the next second.But the eyes were so gentle, the darkness was so fascinating, I couldn't bear to take my eyes away for a moment.

You know the answer don't you?

He buried his head in my stomach and hugged me tightly, I don't know what he was thinking.

I reached out to stroke his hair, and he suddenly trembled.The soft hair was close to my fingertips, I gently inserted into the depths of his hair, and slowly combed towards the back of his head.My fingertips gradually descended and touched his cervical spine, where the muscles protruded.I used a little force, stroking the joints inside, counting down one by one, stroking the clearly outlined spine, all the way backward.

My hand is not long enough, at most it reaches almost the position of his chest.His breathing was slow, and if it wasn't for those arms still hugging me tightly, I would have thought he had fallen asleep comfortably.

"Eve," he suddenly got up and picked me up, and let me sit on the dining table next to him. He pushed the plates on the table aside, put his hands on my sides, and pressed me, "Let's do it."

I looked down at his neckline. There was a rope looming there. I reached out and picked it out with my fingertips. It was a bronze key.I stroked the bump on the key, looked up, and he was looking at me with those dark green eyes.I looked at him, blinked very slowly, then yanked a key hard to make him bow his head, leaned forward, and kissed him.

Everything seems to have no end, the panting sounds of men and women, sometimes a loss of consciousness will feel very strange.In the constantly shaking field of vision, the outline of the object began to blur and then shatter.

The hard tabletop rubbed against my back, I grabbed his hair uncomfortable and raised my head.He let out a muffled snort, let me climb on top of him, and then pushed me into the soft sofa.

I gently stroke the back of his neck, where the pulse is beating, and the muscles are firmly bulging because of the master's movements.His movements never stopped, I tried my best to get up, and he held my waist.I looked into his eyes, there were flickering flames and thick darkness, and my shadow was inside.

Allen hugged me tightly, he sped up his movements, his body was tense, and the apex of the dream was getting closer and closer.He snorted, and I leaned against his chest, the beating of my heart slowed down a bit, and then suddenly sped up again.He fell on the sofa with me in his arms, panting loudly, I looked at the ceiling, and looked down to see the back of his neck.

A hand knife can stun a defenseless adult man, but the premise is that the position must be accurate and the hand strength must be strong.

But the follow-up process was a bit troublesome. Allen was very heavy. I pushed him to the ground with great difficulty, then got up to clean up and put on clothes.

It's too pitiful to let him lie on the ground like this. I went upstairs and took a blanket to cover him. He didn't seem to be sleeping well, and his brows were tightly frowned.

I came out from the window on the side of the house. During this period of time, I have mastered their personnel arrangement and quickly identified the gap for surveillance.But I can't move yet, lurking in a small dead corner, waiting for the so-called opportunity.

If the timing had been later, the old butler wouldn't have come to tell me at this time, he probably planned to do it later.As long as I get the chance to go out and concentrate on hiding, no one can find me.

The roadside surveillance personnel changed hands. They didn't meet too much. They just exchanged glances at each other. They were all well-trained people.

After about a quarter of an hour, the ground suddenly shook, and a large puff of black smoke rose not far away, and the dazzling fire rose up, pointing directly at the sky.

The shift changers were stunned. Since they were all soldiers, they probably wouldn't stand by the commotion in the city, but the responsibilities assigned to them by their superiors prevented them from leaving easily, and they just continued to carry out their surveillance duties calmly.

A dull commotion came from the growing darkness, and my intuition told me what was about to happen.

Sure enough, not long after, the commotion began to erupt.

It was not as shocking as before, and the smaller-scale black smoke was spreading out from the center of the previous commotion, bit by bit, the people in charge of surveillance had already attracted their attention.

The fire brought a large number of invaders, their clothes were shabby, some were even deformed, and they greedily marched here.The signal flare was fired, and the red smoke stood out against the thick black smoke.

I walked out of the blind spot and started heading into the darkness.

It turned out that the old butler used the underground shopping mall.

Almin and the others sent troops to guard here, trap me, and beware of the missing Ymir and my subordinates, but they never thought of the seemingly inconspicuous old housekeeper.

And the old butler really did it...too arrogant.

It is said that he used to be a gangster in the underground street, but he didn't expect that this time he directly brought the friends who had played with him to the ground with various tricks.This is a group of people who have lost their normal human rights under the oppression of the nobles on the ground. Now that they have the opportunity, they will be out of control.

The capital is still in chaos, but it's a pity that it's not in the way that group of nobles hoped. I hope they can sleep well these few days.

A large crowd is a huge advantage for me, although strange people will be targeted because of their appearance, but with so many people, it is easy to avoid.

I mixed all the way to the civilian area of ​​WALLSINA, and then all the way east.There is one and only ancient building, a symbol of ancient faith and piety, considered sacred to the locals.

The author has something to say: I have written it as cryptically as possible (fu amount)

You guys know that it’s a plot involving meat and I really want to write it carefully, but due to the situation, I have to be vague and vague, and I have deleted a lot of vivid (?) interesting (?) emotional (?) links. How do you feel about it... Really, it feels like half of it is equal (I am so filthy, pure children don’t understand)

I found that it is easy to suddenly become literary or fast-paced when I write... This style of writing is a bit weird, just ignore me...

Then, now Eve is so ruthless and sexy, what should I do?

☆, extra one

Allen remembered that the first time he saw that face was on the information handed over by Armin.

The portrait above is very detailed, showing a person's demeanor vividly.

With just one glance, you will be attracted by the beauty of this woman. Her appearance is a bit different from the beauties Allen is used to seeing. She is not as pure as Hysteria, nor as beautiful as Mikasa. This is a picture called You can't see any hope or beauty in those indifferent eyes, only a disregard for life.

This is a very powerful killer. She has killed many people, including men, women, and even children.

All of her clients were nobles, and the people she killed ranged from villains to ordinary boudoirs.

Her hands were covered in blood.

And she was about to become his legal wife.

Allen has always hated this kind of people, or he hated all people who despised life.

But she's just a woman.

Alan didn't know why he felt a little uncomfortable. He thought of the two people he killed to save Mikasa when he was a child.

When she killed... how did it feel?

【Allen, you have to be careful with her, don't eat what she gives you, and don't stay with her defenselessly. 】

He always remembered what Armin said.

[You must know that this is only a small part of what we have found. There is a big gap in her information, and someone deliberately erased another part of her. 】

When Allen gave her the ring, he always remembered what Armin said.

Then he saw the other person's eyes suddenly softened, completely inconsistent with the data... softness.

This is his legal wife, and she is also the person he wants to guard against.

Allen kept that in mind.

But he lost control.

It was their first morning in their new house.

Allen got up late at that time, and he smelled a very fragrant smell when he opened the door. He stood in the corridor and saw the strange woman below busy. She was wearing a long skirt and looked very crappy.She flicked her hair once in a while, with an unbelievably soft expression.

She turned around and saw him, "It's time for breakfast."

He chose to escape.

All of this was too similar to the person in his memory, as if the warmth that could never come back suddenly appeared, he was frightened, and he chose to run away in an instant.

Did she do it on purpose?

Allen couldn't help but think so.

So he was a little angry, feeling that the most sacred place in his memory had been offended, and he began to subconsciously take a cold treatment.

Just simply tell her, I've had it, I can't make it in time... whatever.

She just froze for a moment, and then showed a gentle smile.

"I see."

He used this kind of moves too much, and he also felt a little awkward, like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Is she really that kind of person?

Occasionally, he would think like this, and when he came home, looking at the house that was always neat and clean, he was always a little confused.

What Armin said... can never be wrong.

He chooses to trust his friends.

As a result of trusting his friend, he must constantly choose to escape.

Then one day not long after, I wandered alone on the street.

Because I was embarrassed to go back when I said I had a job, I even took Almin to hang out with me.

I saw Mikasa on the way, and subconsciously avoided it. Recently, because of his marriage, Mikasa has a bit of a bad temper.

Then he saw her sitting on the windowsill.

That scene was really beautiful, just like the romantic encounter written in the book.

Allen likes this look very much, but also hates this look.

That was the first time she made a request to him, just because she didn't like rainy nights.

He just nodded instinctively, and then felt a little regretful, but he couldn't help but agree to her with the expectation on her face.

Although he knew in his heart that she should be lying, but for some reason, he was a little rushed to finish the work at hand that time.

This is her first request.

Someone was waiting for him because of his kind of vague promises.

For some reason, he became a little more serious.

But when he rushed home, what he saw was her back holding a gun in the room.

The way she held the gun seemed to be a different person—it should be said that she had returned to her original appearance, just like the portrait he saw in the information, the way she looked at the gun was calm to the point of indifference.

For no reason, he felt angry.

That's an emotion called deception.

Then he started acting day after day.

Seeing the disappointment in her eyes, he sometimes felt sad, but for some reason, he couldn't go back.

Which one is the real her?

Allen stood in the corner, leaning against the rough masonry wall, the shadow of the house enveloped him, he looked up, and in front of him was the window sill of her room.

She loves it there.

Allen liked her very much at this time, but he hated himself a little at this time.

Two months later, Allen kept repeating the same thing. He seemed to be always angry, but he didn't know what he was angry with, but he was always sad, and he didn't know who he was sad for.

Mikasa has finally calmed down recently, but she still uses that woman, that woman's name to call Eve.

Allen also only mentions her name when talking about her with others, which is actually very rare.

What does he usually call her?

In retrospect, Allen realized that as long as she saw him, she would come to him without calling.

And she never called him by his name.

Not once.

Why is this?

Allen suddenly felt a little tired.

Once people get used to something, time will speed up.

Before Allen realized it, three months had passed.

"...It's all rubbish."

This was the first time Allen saw her angry. He had thought about the possible consequences when he did such things in the past. He thought that the other party might push himself to the ground, or take other actions——she was a killer, Killers should have their own means.

But she was angry over a pot of stew for no reason, and it was clear to him that she was really angry.

It's not the kind of flirting between lovers, he touched some taboos.

He subconsciously grabbed her arm, and the man turned his head, his face that should have been gentle was icy cold.

sorry……

"Sorry, I'm not in a good mood today, so I'm going back to my room first."

The words that came to mind were still hesitant to be conveyed, so the other party first chose to give in.

Her eyebrows are lowered, mildly consistent with usual, and her back looks the same as before.

She can now walk quite well in long dresses.

It's been like this for a long time.

I met her when I came out of the headquarters with Mikasa, she was carrying a very ordinary basket, wearing a very ordinary skirt, just like the very ordinary women I met on the street, she was standing there looking at him, let His heart skipped a beat.

There is an inexplicable... bad feeling.

He wanted to help her, but she panicked and just wanted to run away.

Allen had a hunch that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. Mikasa was waiting for him over there, but he still didn't choose to chase after him.

When he got home, looking at her in the kitchen, he felt that he was thinking too much.

For some reason, looking at her back, the nameless anger in Allen's heart disappeared. He wanted to say a few words to her, but she responded gently. He thought everything was fine, so he Sit at the table.

After walking through every room, Alan still didn't realize what happened.

She was gone, including everything related to her in this room - he found the ashes in his yard following the smell of burnt.

He probably knew what was going on, but he froze, not knowing what to do next.

—did I make her sad?

The answer that came to mind, Allen would rather be wrong.

But the truth is, he really broke her.

He became a bachelor and was accused of domestic violence, so he was almost deprived of the right to move freely.

She had helped him then, and he remembered everything Armin had said to him afterwards.

【Sorry Alan... We may have made a mistake at the beginning...】

The first time he saw her after that was on the street. He was walking towards the headquarters alone. He was a little dazed, but suddenly he felt something. When he turned around, he happened to see someone not far away.

He barely recognized it.

Her hair was curled into mature curls, and she still had that glamorous face, her eyes were as indifferent as those in the photos he had seen.

She turned and he heard his heart stop beating.

【Sorry Alan... We may have made a mistake at the beginning...】

【It's not your fault, Armin...】

【But……】

【The fault should be... I who spent time with her day and night but never chose to trust her. 】

Ignoring all her sacrifices and venting herself recklessly, she finally got her retribution.

Allen tried his best to catch up with her footsteps. He knew that his current pain would only be less than her original pain, but after knowing his true feelings, he still couldn't help but think fearfully——

Her likes... are they really the same as mine?

Can't help worrying about gains and losses, can't help wanting to know everything about her, can't help wanting to get a place in her heart.

"Actually, you don't have to blame yourself so much," said Ymir when she was in the investigative corps, and the man with a cold smile looked at them and said the devil's words, "Because Eve hates you and even hates you, but It's just my goal all along. It was indeed correct to block some information back then, there is no way, my dear sister trusts her only brother the most, so she never pays attention to these things."

He was held firmly by Armin, Captain Levi was beside him, he felt his whole body trembling violently, and the emotion called anger was ignited.

"Eve is mine," said the man, who obviously had the same face as hers, but his coldness could penetrate to the bone. "No one wants her to leave my side, tell you, even if Even if she dies, I will let her die with me."

This man——!

This is not brother at all!

At the moment when Allen was about to lose control of his anger, Eve returned, and the devil turned back into a docile lamb, dormant in his sister's arms, sneering in the darkness with a successful plot.

The author has something to say: I finally wrote Alan's episode...

In fact, the writing is quite cruel... Although to a certain extent, Ymir controlled all this, but it can't hide the fact that Allen once hurt her from Eve's perspective.

It would make all the difference if you would give her some of that trust instead of being hostile to her.