The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 132 Ch.131 The flowers bloomed

A single bed is called a single bed because it is only for one person.

With two people, it seemed a bit crowded.

Roland and Enid were not the broad-shouldered type, and even so, it was somewhat cramped—especially when he and she lay side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and there were only two people breathing in the room...

A dark and quiet space will make people's hearing and touch more sensitive.

for example.

What is she doing?

The feather under the pillow seemed to float into Roland's empty mind, teasing him time and time again.

Rustling——

Silk socks rub against each other…

No.

She took off her socks.

Two slender feet, with the toes slightly clasped, were hidden under the quilt.

The fingers are grabbing the sheets and grinding them carelessly, or the legs are twisted together, pulling the whole quilt and the two violently beating hearts to wrinkle...

What is she doing?

Roland was curious.

Even more curious than the sleeping world.

Rustling——

Did the vibration coming from the side of you turn toward you, or away from you?

If turned over, then there should be a weak and continuous breath of hot breath on his neck; if his back is turned, with Enid's body curve, his legs should be squeezed and scratched...

What is she doing?

Roland's muscles were so stretched that he was like a piece of dried bacon, lying dead on the bed.

Eyes open, staring at the empty ceiling.

No one spoke.

Communicate only with each other's breath.

"You two, stop making pancakes and sleep."

-

I remember I blocked you.

"No, you were staring at her feet just now..."

-

goodbye.

Lie Yan cursed, and then was wiped out of sight by Roland.

Roland coughed slightly.

The breathing next to him suddenly became silent.

"…Enid."

"Um?"

"I can not sleep."

Enid waited for a while before replying softly: "Maybe it's still early."

Roland knew that this had nothing to do with time.

A strange, hot emotion was as small as a hair needle, passing through his skin like a lightning strike. It was numb but not painful. It became more and more intense, making it difficult for his hands and feet to calm down.

The scent of violets was fragrant in the room, on the quilt and pillow, entering his nostrils and all the way into his brain, and then whispered:

'Do I smell good...'

‘Roland? ’

After the wrench was shielded, the flames seemed to seep from his eyes into his heart, burning him a little unbearably.

He wanted to get up and leave the room immediately, but there was always a voice tempting and hinting in his brain, making him turn to the left.

Face the source of the smell.

Roland readily accepted the proposal.

Turning sideways, turned to Enid.

The next moment, he laughed out loud——

Exactly the same as myself.

The Lord Judge was also blind, staring at the corpse lying on the ceiling.

"puff…"

For the first time he saw shame on Enid's face.

"Don't be silly, Roland, the world is very dangerous when sleeping."

"But just like this, we will go to the world of sleepless times tomorrow..." The young man in the darkness showed his white teeth and arched his eyebrows: "How about we get up and have some dinner?"

Enid hesitated, not wanting to leave the bed.

Or quilt or…

"I'm not hungry yet," she said softly.

The vision in the darkness became more and more strange, so she pursed her lips and turned sideways, facing away from Roland.

The room fell silent again.

The two people's breathing rose and fell, becoming more and more clear.

call…

suck.

call…

suck.

Roland listened to her subconsciously and adjusted his own. Then, the breathing sound of two people became one person's;

But this is boring.

So Roland tried to take two quick breaths in her 'one' breath.

call…

Breathe breathe——

suck…

Insert it like this.

You can also do the opposite of her: when she inhales, you exhale; when she exhales, Roland inhales.

Let's see who will mess up in the end?

After playing for a few minutes, Enid couldn't stand it anymore.

"Roland." There was a hint of soft anger in the presiding judge's voice, "You will never sleep like this."

Roland just kept laughing.

I don't know if I ate or drank something wrong, and there was a burp in the laughter - hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

so.

Then Enid started laughing too.

The two people were lying on the bed, laughing one after another.

Then it became smaller and smaller, becoming inaudible.

"Roland."

"Enid?"

"I'm a little cold." Enid tightened the quilt. "Just say something."

"Just say whatever you want."

It's really cold in the room.

Enid didn't come back often, and there was very little ashes in the fireplace.

The fire that had just been lit had not yet warmed the entire room.

Roland thought so.

but…

He also considered that Enid belonged to the Holy Flame.

"Holy Flame" eight rings.

The eight-ring ritualist who controls the flames is almost close to the immortal - to put it bluntly, she only looks similar to a mortal on the surface.

It was almost inhuman inside.

Would such a ritualist... feel cold?

Roland didn't know.

But it was still his innate 'intuition' that urged him to take some kind of action.

Enid curled up her legs slightly, coiling herself up like a baby in amniotic fluid, quietly feeling the loneliness and coldness of being isolated from the world.

I don’t know how long it will take.

A source of heat slid over his shoulder.

Like a snake baked by the red sun, it pushed open the tight quilt and moved forward, pressing against her arm.

In addition, there was an embarrassing voice.

"They, um, said the color of my eyes was somewhat similar to sunlight."

Enid said nothing.

"so."

So what?

"so…"

Say it.

"perhaps…"

Say it.

"The body is also warmer than the average person?"

There is absolutely no logical explanation.

The woman facing the wall raised the corners of her mouth, pleasure oozing from her eyes.

She gently lifted the quilt with her arms, took off the stiff 'snake' on her arm, held him, and let him wrap around her waist.

Pull forward slowly...

The two bodies were close.

Enid snorted comfortably from her nose and moved her legs, waist and shoulders to make herself sit firmer and more solid.

"I'm starting to warm up, Roland."

Enid said.

"If we sleep like this, we won't be cold anymore."

Roland:......

It was his turn to sigh.

It's impossible to fall asleep like this, ma'am.

After the winter snakes are awakened, it's spring.

"When I was little, my brother would hold me like this and put me to sleep."

Roland blinked.

"elder brother?"

"My brother," Enid whispered, "but he disappeared quickly."

Roland pursed his lips.

"I don't mean to mention your sadness..."

"It's not sad, Roland." There was a smile in Enid's voice: "He's not dead, he's just lost."

"You didn't look for him again? Now he's the presiding judge."

"I won't look for him."

Enid said.

"I'm just 'waiting'." The woman chuckled and buried the side of her face into the pillow: "...he asked me to wait, so I will wait. I will wait for him...I...will...soon..."

Roland smelled the faint floral fragrance in his hair and moved his itchy face.

Closed his eyes.