When combined into a rose, it is a huge conspiracy.
——LeBlanc
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Samira has a house in Outer City Noxus!
Although she is not big, she is in a side street of a business district. She grew up in a street atmosphere. After her parents were killed and passed away, she really liked and missed this feeling. In other words, it also allowed her to find the concept of going home.
Although most of the buildings in the business district are still Noxian-style block-shaped, they are no longer so solemn in style and are much more relaxed.
The three-story courtyard, specially decorated with Shurima characteristics, has fountains, several clusters of palm trees, and golden sand in between.
In the middle of the shadow of the trees is a small pavilion surrounded by a large number of ivy, with a thick blanket placed on the long table inside.
There is quite a sense of elegance in finding tranquility in the midst of the hustle and bustle!
Aslan sat quietly on the small balcony on the second floor, where he could see the street view outside and enjoy the wonderful morning sun.
The morning sun was beautiful, climbing up the treetops and slanting into the windows decorated with colorful roses, casting multiple scattered light and shadows in the room behind the terrace where he was.
The sunlight was refracted by the flower window into a gorgeous scenery, and fell on Samira who was sitting upright at the small table, arranging her hair.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Samira found that her face was full of shame after being moisturized, and she stopped combing her hair.
She was thinking, why did she give in last night?
There was no dinner party, no gifts, and not even the oath process that Shurima Sammin should have. They just went through the process in a muddle.
Although the person who went through the process with him was a hateful boy, who was even a few years younger than himself, he was good-looking and he was still a boy from the Baroness's family.
My first time should be more of a ritual.
But when she thought that she was the one who took the initiative yesterday, she combed her hair silently.
And it’s “really” embarrassing!
"Are you so dissatisfied with your desires? Samira!"
Holding the comb in her hand, Samira looked at Aslan's back through the reflection in the mirror and laughed at herself, "This hateful boy is just a bad guy, what's so good about him?!"
Samira began to think about what prompted her to become proactive last night.
team leader…
She remembered them talking about Captain.
Yes; this kid seems to want to help his captain heal his leg.
Thinking of this, Samira stopped what she was doing and secretly observed Aslan's back through the mirror.
She had to ask, otherwise she would feel like she was at a bit of a disadvantage.
After pondering for a few seconds, she stood up and casually put on her pajamas and walked towards Aslan.
The pajamas were very loose and looked empty,
The loose pajamas combined with her exaggerated figure have a special kind of allure.
Because there were no restraints, when she walked, there were waves and waves, constantly rippling with wind and waves.
Aslan was closing his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something. Samira stood behind him and raised her hand, but stopped talking several times.
Noxus is a place that values strength. Yesterday she lost, and she lost completely, whether on or off the bed.
Her eyes subconsciously drifted to Aslan again.
"This guy looks so slender, why is he so strong?" She felt like her body was about to fall apart.
At the same time, she was also wondering, what was the phantom that appeared behind Aslan? An unprecedented power?
What does this have to do with the power fused into her body?
Because of curiosity, she now became interested in all the information about Aslan.
What's more, now that it was about Indali's legs, she had to think more.
"Just say what you want!"
While hesitating, Samira found that her body was being held in Aslan's arms uncontrollably.
At that moment, the man's gaze made her afraid to look directly at him. She wanted to say something, but she found that her body was almost close to Aslan, and she was being held and sitting on his lap.
"My kitten, is it because you didn't have enough fun last night that you started craving for your master as soon as you woke up?"
"No..."
Hearing this, Samira's body stiffened slightly. Not only was she happy, but she was also expecting and nervous. She didn't know how to speak.
After all, it’s hard not to misunderstand the current situation.
"You have fused my power, so we have very good coordination." Aslan gently caressed Samira's face, his eyes passed over her perfect breast line, and he couldn't hold back his smile.
: "Every time you have fun, it is an improvement and transformation in strength."
"She subconsciously bit Aslan's outstretched finger, but Samira quickly realized something was wrong and spat it out, with a trace of irritation on her face, "Did you plan it from the beginning?"
"What do you mean?" Aslan was confused and didn't understand why Samira said that.
"You nobles have some curious hobbies when you have nothing to do. Now I am beginning to wonder whether the reward order about you was issued by you yourself in order to lure me into your trap."
The more Samira thought about it, the more she felt it was possible. Aslan had already been eyeing her, so he used this method.
So possible!
Otherwise it is really difficult to understand his logic.
"You have no reason to think so. I am indeed quite interested in you." Aslan was also happy to follow her words.
Anyway, now that the most important thing has been completed, he decided not to reveal his purpose for the time being.
In the plot, Samira will trigger many plots in the future. Now that she has found the reason herself, she no longer has to worry about making up excuses.
"I knew it! You are such a bad guy!"
I don't know why, Samira felt that she should be angry, but she couldn't get angry.
Memories of last night flooded her mind, and her breath dropped.
What a shame!
Samira couldn't help but feel her face getting hot. She covered herself with one hand in embarrassment and pushed Aslan's chest with the other.
"It seems that the memory I created looks good!"
Sensing Samira's shy expression, Aslan knew that his kitten was in some kind of mood at the moment.
The terrace suddenly became quiet, except for the sound of Samira's muffled and heavy breathing.
"I'm going to die!" She was still panting as she spoke. "I feel like I've done a hundred dead missions to get this tingling scalp feeling!"
As she tidied her clothes, she felt happy, but suddenly she felt that she couldn't do this.
Quickly stepping away from Aslan, she stretched out her hand and glared at it, her plump and trembling hand.
"What do you think I am? A streetwalker who sells his body?"
Instead of saying it as anger, it would be more appropriate to call it shame.
But this kind of emotion shouldn't appear on her.
"Why did I subconsciously obey him?"
She didn't just think this in her heart. This chapter has been completed!