Teresa won't starve

"How, how?"

Even though Teresa had already stood aside, blocked by her clothes and body, making it difficult for Teresa to focus on her arms and legs, she was still a little afraid of hearing negative words.

Because this hairstyle can be said to be her only source of confidence at present.

Naturally, Teresa would not say anything unpleasant: "Very cute."

585 "The time of..."

"Yes, is that so? Then take it, just take it as true, true!"

Natasha tried her best to say 'I'm just reluctant to trust you for the time being, don't take it seriously! ', but there is no way to suppress that touch of joy.

It can be said that after hearing Teresa's praise, she was really, really happy.

"Speaking of..." Teresa paused on purpose, which made Natasha, who had just let go of her heart, feel anxious again. Appearance: "I seem to have a sailor suit too."

Not only that, she's worn it once - though only during Flaming Moth.

"you!"

Natasha raised her fist angrily, and hit her shoulder lightly: "You just told me this?" (Note)

"Then what do you think it is?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Natasha suddenly raised her hands like crazy, pinched Teresa's neck and said, "You idiot! I'm going to strangle you to death!"

"Use more force! Use more force! If I can be strangled to death by you, I will lose!"

"I'm going to crush you to death!"

This time, Natasha didn't just get started, she pressed her whole body onto it, trying to push Teresa down and crush her to death.

But that's obviously not possible...

So the final result was that Natasha, who was tired and covered in sweat, could only bend over and lay in Theresa's arms, resting her face on her steel plate.

Perhaps it was because it was very comfortable to do so. Natasha hugged Theresa's waist with both hands while she was lying on the pillow, so that even if Theresa wanted to break free, she had to consider whether doing so would hurt Natasha.

......

She has calmed down, or in other words, Natasha, who was just pretending from just now, looked at the mirror with her amethyst-like eyes and cuddled each other with a calm face—or she was just relying on her. Theresa: "Theresa, do you often dream?"

"This is..."

Teresa didn't know how to answer this.

In fact, she doesn't dream, but Ah Lin is indeed in a dream, so she actually falls asleep every time she falls asleep.

So is this a dream?

"You don't want to say it." Natasha only thought it was her little secret, and she didn't intend to continue to explore it. She talked about herself: "As for me, I have been dreaming all kinds of dreams, and I also have various wishes that I want to realize. Some of them have been realized, and some have not yet."

"Like a dance?"

"That ah...Although it feels a little different from what I imagined, it can be considered as a reality."

"Then what else?"

"Also... Let me think about it..." Natasha thought about it carefully, and seemed to think of something interesting, which made her laugh—but the smile came very quickly. I became helpless: "Actually, I don't want the older one at all, that is to say, I don't want to be an older sister, but a younger sister like those children. I thought that the title 'elder sister' would accompany All my life..."

"Hearing what you said, it seems that there was a turning point later?"

"That's right! Because you came later!" Natasha turned her head to the other side tiredly, but Teresa could only see the back of her head in the mirror: "You shouldn't have forgotten, right? You are actually older than me!"

"I remember."

"At that time, I felt that my dream should come true. It's a pity that I was too naive. I thought you were my sister—"

After a pause, Natasha continued to smile and said, "Actually you are a younger sister!" (Note)

"???"

"In the end, I still couldn't escape the fate of being an older sister."

There is no way to escape some things, and Natasha has understood since then that what should come must be faced after all.

"Ah."

Natasha is the only person ruled by fate in this world?

"But then I thought about it, what's so bad about being an older sister?" Natasha rubbed her head against Theresa's steel plate vigorously: "In this way, I can justifiably 'take advantage' - no matter how bad it is, I can still be your peer!"

"Like now?"

"Just like this now!"

Natasha turned her head again and buried her face in Teresa's chest, took a strong breath of the overly rich milk smell, then let her go with some reluctance, and stood aside with her messy blond hair.

There was a distance of about one meter between Theresa and Teresa, but they looked at each other as if they were separated by two banks.

As if it was--

The closest and farthest distance in the world.

......

......

......

......

Natasha suddenly turned her head out of the window, looking at the bright sunshine outside and the snow that was about to melt on the pine trees, she came up with an idea that she had been looking forward to realizing for a long time: "This summer, I can also go out to play Enough."

"You have to tell 'that who' about this matter. If she disagrees, no one can do anything."

"Call 'Mom'!"

Of course Natasha knew who "that who" was referring to, so she immediately corrected Teresa's impolite name: "Or 'auntie' is also fine."

586 "The Contempt of the Strong"

"no!"

"Mother......"

"If you say no, you can't, get out!"

Following the words that were almost orders, Natasha was kicked out of the room.Then, without waiting for her to go in again, it closed with a bang.

Natasha was so angry that she wanted to knock on the door.

It's just that as soon as the hand was raised, it was quickly put down again.

The whole person walked over looking a little gloomy, and sat beside Teresa who was leisurely chewing potato chips, and stretched out his hand to grab a handful and put it in his mouth.

"What does it taste like?"

As Natasha chewed, her expression became subtle.

Teresa picked up the packaging bag, turned it over and looked at it: "Cucumber tastes good, doesn't it?"

"Uh, um."

For junk food like potato chips, even Natasha has occasionally eaten it a few times.

However, she remembered that she should know tomato, barbecue and spicy flavors before, why did this strange flavor suddenly appear... Well, it is acceptable for the time being.

Hearing her voice, Teresa thought it was because she didn't like to eat it, so she picked up another unopened pack and handed it to her: "Would you like to try this pack of original flavor of purple potato?"

"Purple sweet potato is..." Natasha got up and took a look. Through the transparent film on the packaging bag, she saw the purple potato chips inside, and immediately lost her appetite: "No, it still counts." gone."

No matter how you look at it, this thing looks poisonous, right?

"Oh."

......

"correct!"

Natasha, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly stood up and yelled as if she remembered something again. Teresa almost threw the potato chips on the ground in fright.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Theresa!"

Natasha grabbed Teresa's hand with both hands, pulled her up and looked at the little face covered with food residue, with a 'sincere' look on her face: "Go and talk to my mother for me, so that she may agree."

"...I don't think so. You know my relationship with her."

It took Teresa a few seconds to figure out what Natasha meant, and then tried to use euphemistic sentences to refuse.

But Natasha would not allow her to refuse——

"How do you know if you haven't tried?"

"..."

Looking at Natasha's purple eyes that looked more like "star eyes" than her orthodox "star eyes" (plus eyes), Teresa couldn't even say a word of rejection.

......

In the end, Teresa had no choice but to bite the bullet and come to Cocolia's door.

But he didn't knock on the door immediately, but looked back at Natasha, who was cheering her on.

"Why do you feel like this is digging a hole for me?"

No way, now I can only go up.

Turning back to face the door again, Teresa took a deep breath and knocked on it softly.

As expected, Cocolia's voice came from inside: "Didn't I say it's impossible?"

"..."

Theresa didn't respond. In fact, in this case, Theresa didn't know what to answer.

However, Cocolia seemed to be very sensitive to this aspect. After hearing no answer, she took the initiative to open the door, and when she lowered her head, she saw Teresa standing at the door: "Why is it you?"

In response, Teresa just made a body language - turned her head to the other side.

Cocolia looked in the opposite direction from her turned head, and saw Natasha who was standing aside with an embarrassed look on her face before she had time to avoid it. She lifted her chin and looked down at her from a condescending angle, and then The door closed again with a bang.

"..." x2

So what's the final answer?

587 "The color of your pupils"

What is Cocolia's attitude towards Natasha?

The answer must be to feel sorry for my daughter!

The reason why he rejected her was because he didn't want her to play like other children, but he was worried that her body would not be able to hold on.

However, considering that it has gradually improved in recent years, and the weather has become warmer and warmer.It won't be long before the snow will almost melt.

So after being a little stubborn for a few days, she relaxed a little and allowed Natasha to go out to play, but only in the yard near the house, and only for an hour.

Even so, Natasha was still happy for a while, as if she had changed, making Teresa think that she had been transferred by someone.

It is unavoidable to compare Natasha in the recent period with the past——

"Why do I feel that you are a little different these days?"

"What's different? Am I still me?"

Natasha glanced at Theresa, who had her arms spread flat on the table and her chin pressed against the table, then she turned her gaze back to the mirror again, and continued to comb the hair of the blond girl opposite the mirror.

"Of course I know it's you!" Teresa didn't recognize the wrong person, but felt: "You seem to have let yourself go too much recently."

"What does it mean to let yourself go?"

"That's right, um, how should I say it?"

Teresa quickly remembered the quiet and mature little loli who didn't meet her age, and the present lively and rebellious girl with puberty, forming a very sharp contrast.

Why do I always feel younger and younger?