The male protagonist wants to rip off my vest today

Chapter 24 [023] Riding in the carriage
There was a little coldness in the faint voice.

But at first glance, it's just plain.

The boy raised his feet, walked steadily, and walked out of the hotel slowly.

The proprietress silently watched his back.

Before leaving, this warm-hearted young man's smile was still so gentle, it was just those words.

It seems cold and inhuman.

Maybe it's because I think too much, the boy just wants to stay in a good place.

The proprietress took the flower, put it in a white vase, and placed it by the window.

The flowers are still beautiful, but the color is dark red after being dried.

It has no fragrance, nor does it have the delicate appearance when it first opened.

Perhaps, as the woman said, it is eternal, but shriveled, just a shell without a soul.

*
The caravan is about to set off, and the leader is named Cooks, who is the younger brother of the proprietress of the hotel.

He looks big and thick, and his muscular arms make people feel safe at first glance.

Sophie slipped into the kitchen while Luck's Child was checking out, secretly ate a piece of bread, and when she came out, the boy had already left the hotel.

She quickly followed.

Although she can be heard by people when she speaks and sighs, she is a spirit body after all. The only advantage is that she walks silently, so that people will not be scared when she walks.

Sophie followed the boy and walked to a caravan with him.

Lan Nuosi's appearance is very handsome, his golden hair is very shiny, and his blue eyes are also beautiful, which makes people feel good.

People pursue beauty, and no one will reject beautiful things.

The boy walked up to Cooks, and greeted with a smile: "Hello, sir, the proprietress of the hotel asked me to come to you."

After finishing speaking, he handed over the piece of paper given by the woman last night to the man.

Cooks took a look, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Yes, boy, there are not many people who can let Mary show up. You are very lucky."

Lan Nuosi's voice was soft and modest, and his smile raised his already pretty face to another level, "Thank you, I'm sorry for bothering you all the way later."

Kux laughed loudly, and led him to the side of the passenger carriage and said, "Go up, you are the only traveler on this journey, if you need anything, you can tell Tchaikov."

Opening the wooden door of the carriage, there was a strong man sitting inside. The man had a beard and a resolute face. He looked difficult to get along with, but his personality was very outgoing.

"Boy," Tchaikov waved, "come in and sit down."

Lan Nuosi sat beside him. The carriage was not big, and there were already four or five people sitting there, and there was only one seat left.

The men are crowded together, and it is summer again, there will always be some taste.

But the young man didn't realize it, he calmly and calmly sat on the remaining seat.

Sophie also took the opportunity to run up, but as soon as she entered, she wanted to come out.

Because it is full of "masculinity" in summer.

"Twelve, it's so difficult for me." She squatted in the middle, crying to S12 in her mind: "Can't we prepare a few more carriages that can take people?"

She is a spiritual body with five senses!

She can feel everything!

Naturally, you can also smell the smell inside.

I wanted to go out at first, but after I went out, I had to walk and follow, which was too tiring.

After thinking about it, Sophie walked to the window, penetrated a man by the window, and opened the window secretly.

With fresh air coming in, it will naturally be cooler, and the smell will also dissipate a little.

But it wasn't enough. After looking around, Sophie finally locked her eyes on the Child of Destiny.

She quietly ran to the boy and sniffed it.

After taking a shower last night and sleeping on the fragrant bed, Lan Nuosi has a scent of lavender, which is very refreshing.

The boy's package was placed aside, bulging, maybe it could be used as a cushion to sit on.

After getting into the car, the familiar men began to chat with Lannoth.

"Where are you from?" Tchaikov asked.

"The town of Mog." Lannoth replied.

"where to?"

"Heron."

Tchaikov paused, then laughed, "Did you pass Farmine's admissions test?"

Lannoth nodded, "Yes sir."

"Excellent, boy." Tchaikov said.

While chatting, Sophie quietly sat on Lannoth's package, and the bulging package slowly sank a little bit, but those who were busy chatting didn't pay attention.

The sudden breath fell on the young man's fair neck!
He paused, and his eyes suddenly darkened!

The breathing was very weak, as if someone had put his head on his neck.

Bi-color eyes looked towards the side calmly.

There is nothing around.

Can't see anything.

However, the package placed by myself has a slight subsidence.

It seemed that someone was sitting on it.

*
Sophie sniffed Lannos, and said to S12: "It smells really good. I like the smell of lavender. Among all the big men, Lannos is simply a breath of fresh air."

She couldn't bear the masculinity of the uncles, so she came to sniff Lan Nuosi to make herself more comfortable.

Seeing the girl treat the boy as a humanoid self-propelled brand of lavender perfume, S12 pursed her mouth and complained: [But the host, you really look like a pervert. 】

Su Perverted Fei laughed, "Anyway, he doesn't know!"

She deliberately lowered her breathing so that no one else could hear her.

Speaking is also communicating in the brain, and there is no need to use the mouth at all.

*
Do undead breathe?

In fact, Lannoth was thinking about this question last night.

Because the snoring of the little ghost sleeping next to him is really a bit obvious.

But he didn't think about it, after all, he didn't understand the undead.

But now, he was a little unbearable.

The warm breath sprinkled on his neck like this, and he felt the itching from his neck for the first time.

The green pupils flickered slightly, and the darkness in the depths of the eyes came and went quickly.

He is enduring.

But very impatient.

Breathing intermittently in the neck, as if being scratched by something, again and again.

"What's wrong with Lannoth?" Tchaikov asked, noticing his strangeness.

The boy shook his head: "No." He maintained a correct posture and smiled, "It's just a little sleepy."

Tchaikov said: "Then you can lean on the back of the seat and close your eyes to sleep for a while. The backrest is tied with a cushion, and it is very comfortable to lean on."

"Thank you." Lannoth agreed.

He really closed his eyes and leaned back.

He unconsciously put his hand on the place where he was breathing before, and he was a little helpless because it was really itchy.

This action probably made the little undead understand that he was a little uncomfortable.

Sure enough, there was no more breathing from the neck.

The boy covered his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

He lowered his eyes and quietly glanced at the package beside him. It was still sunken, which meant that the little undead was still sitting beside him and did not leave.

Did not eat breakfast.

Lano thought for a while.

——Will it be hungry?
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