Two minutes later…

"It's really hot! I was very sleepy at first, but now I can't sleep at all." Feletelia

He opened the quilt, sat up, and kept fanning himself.

Philetria, who was asking for trouble, made me feel hot all over. I sat up and suggested, "Go out and get some air."

"No, it will have a bad impact if someone sees me like this! And I have been waiting for you for a whole year for tonight! Do you have the heart to just leave me in the room like this?"

"Please don't say such disgusting words in the future, especially don't borrow lines from dramas and novels. Those words are not what normal people would say."

"I'm not a normal person."

Philetria, please stop being so off-line!

I looked up and saw Feletelia thinking, and I had a very bad premonition: "What do you want to do again?" [

"I was thinking about such a beautiful night. Can I borrow some plots from the love literature I have read? By the way! There is one! How about we go to the balcony and sing?"

Sing!?

I found that I really don't like Filetria.

"Yes!" Feletelia thought about it and said, "Let me think about what I should sing first as a guide."

"Can you change your mind?"

"Don't you think it's good? Well, in that case, let's change it. You play the piano and I play the violin or the flute! Ah, on such a bright moon night, the two of us can play a symphony, right?

Very romantic?" Feletelia said yearningly.

I have to tell this girl a fact: "There are no pianos or violins or flutes here."

"It doesn't matter. There is it in Nuremberg, and there is definitely one in the church. Just wait. I will put on my clothes and ask someone to come to me to bring me a piano and a violin." Feletelia said that these problems are not a problem for her.

The horsemen under her will smooth things over for her.

I was so shocked that I couldn’t even speak. Even if you can’t sleep in the middle of the night, you actually want to play piano, violin and flute. What time is it now? It’s 2 o’clock! People in Nuremberg don’t sleep.

?Have you ever thought about how you would open the door to Nuremberg? Have you ever thought about how to move the piano?

Come on, do you have... do you have a moral heart, do you have a sense of public morality? Can't you care about other people for the sake of romance? What's the difference between this and those idiots in later generations who don't sleep at night and go to the balcony to yell? Don't think so.

With the two instruments of piano and violin, a sexual behavior has been elevated to an artistic behavior!

Ah, no, it seems that it can really be elevated to the level of artistic behavior. Many movies have this kind of plot...

Philetria moved. When I complained about the wrong place, she moved. She wanted to get dressed!

I shouted nervously: "Change to a quieter way!"

Feletelia thought for a moment, and then came up with an idea. She smiled happily and said, "What about a quieter way? Let's go swinging on the swing? By the way, I'll put on women's clothes!"

"There are no swings near here. Besides, it's midnight. Where can I get a swing for you?"

"It doesn't matter! Let's get one together!"[

I think I would rather be heated to death just now, at least I don't have to be shocked to death by Philetria's incredible romantic behavior.

"You are almost wearing clothes, why not go to the balcony to enjoy the air."

"You don't like swinging, then forget it, there happens to be a small lake here. How about we go boating on the lake?" Feletelia seemed to realize that I didn't really like her suggestion of swinging.

Changed my mind.

I was completely defeated by her, I said what if!

If I really marry her in the future, I swear, let her take care of not only my daughter, but also my son!

The skills she taught could definitely kick Berlin and punch Austria, not to mention Constantinople, even Versailles, and they would attack the locals indiscriminately.

"Can you swim?"

"No, why are you asking?"

"It's so dark and you fall into the water, what should you do?"

Feletelia was deep in thought. After a few seconds, she raised her head and said, "Then let's go during the day. Okay, but what should we do now?"

Feletelia, who had borrowed many classic plots, fell into deep thought again. Before she could speak again, I was the first to speak: "I thought of it!"

"What is it?" Feletelia was very excited and looking forward to it.

"You go back to bed."

"Um!"

She responded, took off the clothes she had just worn and crawled back onto the bed: "Then what?"

Yes, what next?

I just thought about telling her to stop making any moves before she shocked me to death, but I never thought about what I wanted her to do in bed!?

What to do?

Capturing the books scattered at the foot of the bed, I thought!

"I'll tell you a bedtime story."

"A story? Do you have to listen to it?" Feletelia felt that it was a waste to let the beautiful scenery outside and stay inside to listen to the story instead of being romantic. "Okay, since it's a story, then I

If you want to listen to a love story, the male protagonist should be wilder and more beastly.

Kind of, a happy story where the heroine ends up with the hero. By the way, don’t tell the story of Beauty and the Beast! That was a trick that your Roman Emperor Reinstein used to fool your Roman aristocratic lady. I want to hear the novel

Yes! If not, then we’ll go ‘swing’ on the swing.”

Ex, I hate you...

Okay, so what story is there where the male pig's trotters are brutal enough and relatively mn, and then the female pig's trotters are together with the male pig's trotters?

Hulk?

Hmm, that guy is pretty mature and has a lot of muscles. It probably ends with the Hulk getting together with his girlfriend and living a happily ever after life without being "slutty" or shameful... But, uh, I found that I remembered that

The guy has all the muscles, but he didn’t remember his plot!

Captain America?

Not enough mn.

Iron Man?

How do I explain the high technology inside to Philetria?

Wolverine?

The ending between him and Phoenix Girl was very tragic!

Is there any story that can’t be told?

Suddenly, I thought of it!

"Listen carefully, there is a distant continent called Azeroth. That land has just gone through war not too long ago, and this story is about a little boy named Thrall..."

Thrall is mn enough, he is an orc and he is wild and beasty enough. As for his final ending, I think everyone knows that Sis successfully counterattacked the goddess Jaina, sat on the throne of chief, and separated the kingdom.

On the one hand, it is basically the rhythm of living a happily ever after life without being "sexy" or shameful.

However, I underestimated Philetria’s cultural level and ability to imagine, as well as her yearning for the magical world. I was originally telling the story, but as I told it, it turned into a collection of questions and answers and Philetelia’s complaints.

"How can there be a person with green skin who looks like a beast?"

"This, you can understand, is the product of the God of that world created in His own image, just like the God of this world created Adam and Eve in His own image."

"Well... the God of that world looks really good, has innovative ideas, and has a really good aesthetic level... if it were me."

"Do you want to hear the story or not?"

Filetria made strong complaints about the aesthetic level of the creators of the world of Azeroth at the beginning, and then it naturally turned into a conceptual design Q&A. For a moment, I even thought that maybe I would choose to follow This guy running out to "swing" on the swing is a much better choice than telling her a story.

"What is Ice Arrow?"

"A spell shaped by magic."

"Spells? What is that? What is the basic concept of magic?"

“…You’re still studying how bread comes from while you’re eating?”

"That's right."

"Minotaur, is this the kind of minotaur in Greek mythology?"

"It's almost the same, but this kind of tauren has "hair" on its body, and it's a little taller."

"Are those tauren in black and white? Do they produce milk? Do they still eat grass?"

"Feletria, farm cattle and dairy cows are two different things!"

"Then will there be a drink like milk in that world? Will someone go up and capture them to make milk?"

…

Feletelia asked, and I answered. As a result, as I talked, I forgot how I got down. But before I got down, I regretted telling Feletelia such a magical story from another world. , because I seemed to have opened a Pandora's box and released a lot of "messy" things, but there was no hope...

However, when I thought this was Philetria's ultimate move, I found that I was wrong, and I was very wrong! (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m read.)
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