You are high above and share the glory with all the spirits, but you also overlook the unspeakable sadness in the world!
——To Soraka
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Samira's expressions and movements were so concealed when she was changing clothes that Aslan could see clearly.
He leaned over and slowly pushed her back against the mirror of the wardrobe.
You can see their faces clearly in the mirror.
"The "dessert" you just prepared for me tastes very good, or do you want to prepare a unique breakfast for me in the bedroom?"
Aslan deliberately emphasized the word "dessert".
Samira knew what Aslan meant by "dessert."
"Ah, you..."
Because she was forced to stick to the mirror, the cold feeling made her shudder subconsciously. Samira realized that the hateful guy holding her from behind was seeing all her embarrassment and shame through the mirror.
"Hurry up and let go!" he screamed, "the mirror is about to break, it's very expensive!"
After saying that, Samira quickly pushed Aslan away with her backhand, closed the cupboard door and randomly picked out a few clothes and threw them over. She said in a quick tone, "Go and change them, don't stand here anymore."
Aslan took the clothes thrown by Samira and looked at her very seriously, with a smile on his face, "very beautiful!"
"Go away!!!"
Samira naturally knew what Aslan meant by being beautiful, so she threw another piece of clothing over again, hoping to drive Aslan away from her.
Aslan held the clothes aside and put them on himself. Samira looked at herself in the mirror, carefully looking at herself from top to bottom, and let out a long sigh.
To be honest, this was the first time she stayed at home for more than one night, and it was also the first time she took care of herself seriously in front of the mirror.
After all, at other times, either during the mission or on the way to the mission, there is no such opportunity for sleeping in the open air.
She didn't expect any unrealistic progress between her and Aslan. Noxus didn't care about one's origin, but that didn't mean it didn't care about one's origin.
It is always easier for a nobleman to climb up than a commoner.
After all, she also knows what the two families of Duque Cao and Bloody Baroness represent,
There are too many differences between her and Aslan in terms of identity, experience, origin, and paths they have traveled.
Now, the most sensible thing to do is for her to give up this unrealistic fantasy and draw a clear line with Aslan. However, Samira put her hand on her chest and stopped all her movements.
A small piece of black ice had just merged there. This was the bond between her and Aslan. No matter what the meaning of this bond was or what consequences it would bring, a bond was a bond.
Taking a deep breath in front of the mirror, Samira suddenly realized that her true heart did not reject the feeling between her and Aslan, and even made her a little intoxicated.
She doesn't want to let go!
Finally, she put on some clothes in an unknown state, and Samira walked down the stairs and found Aslan already sitting at the dining table in the living room.
This sight made her rub her eyes subconsciously.
"Did I go to the wrong place? This lovely Mr. Noxus, the proud noble lord is actually preparing breakfast for the lady he calls? Am I reading that right?!"
Although she said this, Samila felt a hint of sweetness in her heart.
A man who is willing to make breakfast for you is at least not just lusting after your body. He may also want to steal something from you!
It was hard for her to imagine that Aslan, as a nobleman, would give her a big soldier for breakfast.
No matter how many medals she received and how perfect her mission was, if she did not obtain a knighthood, she would still be a top soldier, and there would still be a huge gap between her and Aslan's identities.
For no reason, Samira felt a trace of longing in her heart that she didn't even dare to think about.
"Yes, my lady, may I invite you to breakfast?"
Aslan knocked on the table, not paying attention to the sharp tone in Samira's tone, but looked at her with that doting look, and pushed the prepared things in front of her who sat at the table, "Here it is for you.
You don’t seem to like the earrings very much, so I prepared another gift for you.”
Samira took a deep breath and chewed the food on the plate slowly. Although it was just a simple fried egg, she felt that it tasted surprisingly good today.
"After breakfast, I think you can take me to visit your captain."
Aslan handed a glass of water to Samira, "As for the injury on her leg, I think a comprehensive examination needs to be carried out first. You have to understand that between me finding it myself and you taking me there, the difference between these two things is
There is a very big difference.”
Samira stopped swallowing her food, and she naturally understood what Aslan meant.
This is a multiple-choice question between whether she takes the initiative to become her own person or is forced to become her own person.
After swallowing the food on the plate as quickly as possible, Samira drank a large glass of water, and then took a deep breath. After doing this, she realized that something was wrong.
She was so engrossed in eating that she didn't realize that Aslan was still watching, and her movements froze.
"It seems that my craftsmanship is not bad!" Aslan did not care about Samira's rudeness, but straightened his clothes, "I like the clothes you gave me very much."
"You should know that although I can also use intelligence to find your captain's bar, doing so will obviously deteriorate the matter."
Aslan analyzed Samira carefully, "Because any of my actions may cause a chain reaction, so keeping a low profile is the best way to protect your captain's safety. This is why I want to thank you for giving me the clothes."
reason."
"Just think of it as a reward for me preparing breakfast for you. You can also take me for a walk on the street. I also hope to see some interesting street stories that I don't usually see."
Samira moved her mouth but did not speak. She knew that Aslan was trying to help her step down.
"I wonder if Captain Indali understands aristocratic etiquette. Should I learn it myself? Otherwise, I will look vulgar when I get along with Aslan in the future!"
This thought came to her mind for no reason.
Everyone doesn’t want to show their best side in front of the people they care about, whether this care is good or bad!
Suppressing her heartbeat, Samira knew that she couldn't be too proactive or too easy to be attacked.
But... with her fiery personality, how could she endure it?
Knowing that Aslan was going to accompany her to check the captain's leg, she felt happy and hugged his neck directly, giving him a deep and generous kiss.
Aslan was almost thrown by her, but fortunately he took a small step back to stabilize his body. All the words he said later were frozen on his face. He helplessly opened his hands and hugged Samira.
"If you can really cure the captain's leg, I will listen to you in everything from now on. I will be your little wild cat!"
Aslan narrowed his eyes.
There was not much information in the background about the relationship between Samira and her captain Indali, but judging from her attitude at this moment, he felt that he had vaguely grasped the crux of Samira's problem.
If Indali's problem is dealt with well, Samira's problem will be very easy to solve.
In the "Nightingale Sorrow" bar, Indali held a letter with beautiful handwriting in her hand. She leaned against the window and was lost in thought, thinking about something.
At the same time, LeBlanc also glanced at "Donia" who walked into the room.
"I've been paying attention to you for a long time..." she said
"Me too."
Lissandra replied. This chapter has been completed!