“My body is like quicksand, my heart is like flying pebbles, leaving only a trace of sorrow and sadness!
——Samira
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"This beautiful lady, if every wandering warbler on the flower street has your charm, then Noxus must be a good place full of "ladies"!"
In the early morning when the warm sun is rising, the sun's rays are not so bright, but it still gives people a lazy enjoyment.
Aslan sat on the bench on the terrace, looking up at Samira who was pointing at him, his eyes fascinated, as if he was intoxicated by the charm exuding from her body.
The sun left a silhouette on the slim figure of this Shurima girl. Her distinctive chestnut braid was entwined with the gold chain on her head. The two bright dark gold earrings under her smooth earlobes looked like two small snakes.
The wind swayed, making a soft tinkling sound.
Although her skin is not the kind of radiant white skin raised by noble ladies, it is still surprisingly healthy and beautiful.
The interaction just now made her face blush a little, and her delicate collarbone was revealed from under her pajamas. When Aslan focused his eyes, he could vaguely see the top edge of her lace corset, and the arc was even more majestic.
This is a mature woman who is at the stage that needs to be picked. Her invisible charm keeps sending him the strongest and most sincere invitations.
"Well, this lovely noble gentleman, I have to tell you the fact that a simple lady cannot survive in Noxus!"
Samira looked at Aslan, she felt a little strange in her heart, and there seemed to be a trace of insecurity.
She feels that getting along with others is much more complicated than fighting and missions!
She wanted to say something to Aslan, but she was not very good at the responses between men and women in this kind of social situation.
Feeling that the kitten in front of him seemed to be in a state of resentment again, Aslan stood up. Fortunately, he was tall enough so that he would not look awkward when hugging Samira, and then reached out to grab her hand.
"I have something for you, my kitten."
A smile appeared on Aslan's face, and then he condensed black ice seeds in his palm and controlled it to transform into a snake-like shape.
"What?" Samira's body stiffened as she was hugged by Aslan, and she felt her heartbeat speed up.
Gently taking off Samira's snake-shaped earrings, Aslan wanted to wear the "earrings" made of black ice for her.
"Is this a gift? I feel more like this is surveillance!"
Looking at the black ice earrings condensed by Aslan, Samira felt a little disappointed. She thought of some possibilities, so she spoke directly!
The subtle affection she had for Aslan gradually disappeared, and she felt that this man really just regarded her as a "kitten".
His tone and behavior are aristocratic, cold and careless, treating himself like a plaything and throwing it away after use.
Aslan turned over his palm, and the earrings condensed from the dark black ice lay quietly in his palm, reflecting the sunlight and emitting a dazzling light. Samira could also see it clearly.
"As long as your body is still running the power of frost, then this earring will always exist, no matter where you are!"
Aslan looked at Samira, "Every time you go on a mission, you like to go to dangerous places. The existence of this little thing is just to allow me to better confirm your safety!"
"I hope you don't think I'm spying!" He looked at Samira, "I'm more worried about your safety than what you think of me!"
"..."
Samira hesitated, not knowing what to say.
She looked at Aslan and knew that he was looking at her. She reminded herself again and again in her heart.
"What's so good about this man? He's using sweet words to deceive your heart. Maybe he's just looking for temporary freshness. You're nothing at all. Samira, you're just an adopted cat. You shouldn't be.
There are subjective feelings..."
However, the more this thought grew in her heart, Samira found that her cheeks were still a little hotter than expected, and her restless and hesitant heart was beating wildly.
"After all that, aren't you still monitoring me?"
Pretending not to care at all, Samira curled her lips and said, but her hands began to move uneasily.
It's my first time anyway, he's already on it, so it's not too much to accept some gifts for yourself, right?
She thought to herself that she wanted to take it and put it on.
"This is a testimony of our relationship. Aren't you willing to accept it? Just treat it as surveillance, but I still hope to wear it for you."
"Are all nobles as fussy as you? If you want to wear it, hurry up. It's very windy on the terrace. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"
By some strange coincidence, Samira blurted out her words and had no time to take them back.
After she finished speaking, she took a peek at Aslan and saw that he did not notice her embarrassing state at the moment. She breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time felt a surge of sweet and sour joy.
Obediently waiting for Aslan to help her put on the earrings, Samira immediately pushed him away, "What a waste of time. Why do you also have the bad habits of the nobles who are dawdling!"
After saying these words, she walked into the room, opened the closet door forcefully, and pretended to be immersed in searching for clothes, but she was also calming down her racing heart and the expression on her face.
"I'm going to change clothes! What about you? I also have men's clothes here."
Because of the needs of the mission, Samila has a lot of clothes at home.
As she spoke, she bent down and untied the pearl and silk woven belt around the waist of her pajamas, letting the skirt slide down her smooth black stockings, revealing her long, straight, round and plump legs.
Women's love for beauty seems to be the same in every world. Piltover's stockings are worth a lot of money in the hearts of every woman who loves beauty.
While speaking, through the mirror, Samira was also sensitively aware of Aslan's gaze and where he focused his attention.
She found that she seemed to know a little bit about this bad guy's hobbies.
Bending her body, Samira deliberately showed off the excellent flexibility of her body and the curves of her legs. She understood that this was her advantage. While slowly taking off her stockings, she was also paying attention to Aslan's
The gaze, in the support of her slightly curly long braid, slowly moves downward along with the stockings rolled into a fist, gradually revealing her slightly concave knees, calves and ankles.
Aslan walked over and naturally held her waist, "It seems you like my gift very much!"
"I don't like it. I don't like it at all. I just feel that if I don't get something back from you, I'll feel like I'm at a loss!"
Samira didn't mean what she said, and she even found an acceptable reason and excuse for her behavior just now.
She knew that Aslan could not only have her, especially in Noxus, a place where strength speaks for itself.
Similarly, she never knew whether the power in her body would restrict her freedom, but she couldn't wait to enjoy this feeling.
After her home was destroyed and her family separated, she had nothing to worry about and needed to resort to dangerous tasks to numb herself and relieve the uneasiness and loneliness in her heart. She seemed to have calmed down from the panic and had a harbor where she could dock.
She may just want a little happiness and a little peace of mind!
And Aslan; appeared at just the right moment!
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Forehead...
Chapter 48 is under review,
So I updated forty-nine in advance.
Everyone, keep reading, This chapter has been completed!