miss mist go with the flow

While enjoying the long-lost taste of meat, she took the time to give Sirin a thumbs-up, giving her praise without hesitation.

Well done!With this skill, why would I need to go to a restaurant to eat in the future? Just let Xilin come and finish the job!

"Eat slowly." Sirin comforted softly, "You can eat whatever you want in the future, don't worry."

After leaving Linquan Winery, Amy finally ate food that satisfied her again. She ate happily, but found that Xilin was sitting by the side with a bowl of soup in front of her, and she was propping her cheek to watch her eat.

"Don't you eat it yourself?" Amy asked.

Sirin shook her head with a smile, "I'm already full for dinner, and these are specially prepared for you."

Amy said, "I have received your wish! But, why don't you add more?"

Sirin shook her head again and sighed softly: "I understand Miroko's state of mind somewhat. It's really comforting to see diners eating their own dishes and showing satisfied smiles."

"Don't try to understand the state of mind of that old goblin." Amy retorted casually, "As a brave man, you must always maintain a state of mind that is determined to innovate~"

Sirin pursed her lips and nodded with a light smile.

When it comes to the two qualities of "old" and "fairy", how can Milo be Amy's opponent?

"Oh! The soup is also good!" Amy took a sip of the soup and praised: "It seems that you have really learned the craft of Miloco!"

Sirin narrowed her eyes, and Amy's praise made her feel good. The cooking practice she had done secretly during this period of time had achieved preliminary results.

The next thing to do is to completely tie the moon elf's stomach, and when she can't do without the dishes she cooked, it will be considered a success in the second stage.

Follow up...

After Amy finished dinner, the two of them washed the dishes together, tidied up the stove and the sideboard, and they returned to the cabin.

Amy pulled out the chair in front of the desk, and after sitting on it, she rubbed her swollen belly and let out a long breath.

She was very full from this dinner, and she was lazy for a while, and she didn't think much about starting work immediately.

She turned to look at Sirin, only to find that Sirin was undoing her belt.

Amy froze for a moment, and waited for Sirin to take off the outer swordsman uniform and saw the golden floating light before she realized that Sirin was still wearing golden quicksand inside!

She wiped her nose, and didn't bother to turn her face to the front, just staring at Sirin undressing with great interest.

Sirin was a little shy. After taking off her shirt, she covered her chest with one hand to cover the gully, hung her coat on the coat rack, and then began to take off her trousers.

The picture of the two white and jade-like, slender and toned thighs being freed from the shackles of the clothes looks extraordinarily beautiful.

Sirin walked to Amy's side with strides, and a faint scent rushed into Amy's nostrils.

Her body was trembling slightly, her hands were folded in front of her body, her face blushed shyly, and she said: "Your Majesty Amy, can you completely forgive me for my offense yesterday?"

Amy remembered what happened last night. She rubbed her long ears, gritted her teeth, sighed helplessly, and said, "I have already forgiven you this morning."

Miss Swordsman, who has such a well-behaved attitude and so rough clothes, sincerely begs for forgiveness, how can Amy refuse?

Xilin felt relieved, and said, "Then I'll go and change this suit first, after wearing it for a day, it's time to wash it."

"Wait a minute!" Amy called to stop her, "Remember your current mood and feeling, and don't make that mistake again in the future, understand?"

Sirin nodded hurriedly.

Her mood and feelings at this time are both shy and embarrassing, but more joyful and excited, right?

It wasn't that she was excited because she spent a whole day wearing golden quicksand, but through this golden quicksand, she and Amy reached a certain tacit understanding.

The mistakes she made can be made up for and apologized in this way. Amy is actually not as angry as she seems for her abrupt attack.

This is a great progress in the strategy process!

Xilin bit her lip and walked into the bathroom. Amy rubbed her forehead. How could she feel that Xilin's expression just now was not relieved, but a smile?

Maybe an illusion.

Amy stretched out her arms and lay down on the desk.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom. While changing clothes, Sirin probably needed to take a shower.

Amy tilted her head and caught a glimpse of the paper manuscripts stacked beside her. After thinking for a while, she reached out and took out a blank drawing paper.

Her usual paintings are all illustrations for the characters in the novel, but the idea came to her today because of Xilin.

Without thinking about it, Amy can recall the scene when she saw Sirin sitting on her knees this morning.

Sour to the point of explosion!

Must be drawn!Save it for later!

Amy took out the paintbrush, and twirled it nimbly between her fingers. The moon elf's body is very dexterous, and she can draw pictures quickly and well. She noticed it when she drew the sensual pictures for Miss Convict last time. Well, that piece of "The Convicted Envoy Fighting the Thorn and Strange Flower" is still stacked in her pile of drawings.

and many more?

Amy suddenly realized something, she took her pile of manuscript paper and checked it roughly.

Ouch!

That sensual picture seems to be gone!

She rubbed her forehead and thought about it. When she handed the manuscript to Rosa for post yesterday, she didn't seem to have carefully checked the illustrations of the novel.

In other words, Miss Sarina's seductive pictures were sent to Roland as illustrations for novels?

Emmmmm...

Amy rubbed her chin. Roland is a very responsible editor. He should check the manuscript of the illustration carefully. There is a high probability that the picture will not be printed on the page. As for the review process, how many people will see this picture? , it's beyond Amy's control.

That picture is not very revealing, it just slightly strengthens the entanglement of the body curve and the thorns and vines, it should be fine, and it will not cause trouble to Sharina.

Amy managed to convince herself to put this matter behind her, and began to paint the picture she saw when she woke up this morning.

The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, and the lines gathered into a human shape. After a while, the line draft named "Golden Morning Light" by Amy in his heart was initially completed.

She changed a pen, refined the lines, trimmed the corners, rubbed and changed...

Amy, who was in the state of painting, was so focused that she didn't notice that the door of the bathroom had been opened, and Miss Swordsman in a nightgown came out.

Seeing Amy leaning over her desk, Xilin thought she was writing a manuscript and smiled slightly.

In fact, Amy has already sent out all the manuscripts for next month. During the ten days on the train, she can rest well. quantity.

Sirin didn't want to disturb Amy, so she walked lightly, held her breath, and walked to the bookshelf behind Amy.

Perhaps because the people I met in the past two days were all mentioning "Machinery City Puzzle", Xilin decided to calm down and read this book carefully.

She pulled out "Machinery City Puzzle" from the bookshelf, took off the bookmark she put last time, turned to the first page and started reading again.

……

Ten minutes later, Sirin rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed helplessly.

It's still not good, the book explains too much, and her brain is not strong enough to imagine such an environment.

Sirin stuffed the bookmark in, put "Machinery City Puzzle" back on the bookshelf, and walked lightly behind Amy, wanting to see what Amy was writing.

When she moved over, Amy just dropped the pen in her hand into the pen container, pulled out a light gold paint pen from her backhand, and started to color the drawing.

Sirin looked at the drawing paper and couldn't help breathing.

On the drawing paper, her face is blushing, her eyebrows are full of spring, her cheeks are lowered, her hands are folded in front of her body, making a gesture of prayer, she is wearing tulle clothes, and her body curves are faintly emerging. Even if she sees it herself, she still finds it very attractive .

This moon elf is drawing a picture for her this morning...

Sirin felt hot on her face, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

When she decided to put on golden quicksand and kneel down to apologize in the morning, she was not as shy as she is now.

Amy will keep all the pictures she draws. She draws pictures for herself because she wants to keep them for future appreciation, right?I'm really that attractive to her like that?

Sirin licked her lips, only to feel that her lips and tongue were dry, and the tips of Moon Elf's ears pierced through her hair. As she moved the brush, she trembled there, as if she was inviting Sirin.

Sirin restrained the impulse in her heart. She pretended not to see the scene on Amy's desk, stepped back, sat down beside the bookshelf, and took out the "Machinery City Puzzle" again, simulating that she lost her hand and did not hold it securely. State, left the book on the carpet.

thump.

The dull sound of falling on the ground startled Amy, the moon elf seemed to be frightened, her small body shook, and she almost sat up from the chair, the paint pen in her hand also jumped out, Amy hurriedly grabbed the pen, The chair tipped sideways and nearly toppled over.

Sirin resisted the movement of rushing to help, and picked up the book from the ground.

Relying on the dexterity of the moon elf's body, Amy finally stabilized the chair and tilted it back to its original position. She rolled up the drawing paper on the table, put the paint pen back into the pen holder, and turned to look at the position of the bookshelf. When clearing Xilin, her face flushed a little, and she turned her cheek slightly.

An embarrassed smile appeared on Xilin's face, and she spoke first: "The book was not held steady and fell to the floor. Did it bother you to write the manuscript?"

Amy shook her head quickly, "No, it doesn't matter! When did you come out of the bathroom?"

Xilin held the book "Machinery City Puzzle" and said: "It's been a while, I didn't go by because I was afraid of disturbing your writing. I want to try to read "Machinery City Puzzle" again, but it still doesn't work. ..."

Sirin smiled wryly and shook her head, substituting the emotions of reading the book just now, and continued: "My brain may not be strong enough, and I still can't imagine the world depicted in the book."

Amy let out a long breath, and her expression immediately relaxed.

Sirin thought to herself, the moon elves are always like this, their emotions are basically written on their faces, which is easy to understand.

When she first got along with Amy, she still felt that the moon elves were unpredictable, cold and ethereal. After getting along for a long time, she realized that it was all an illusion. Amy's nature is very close to people, and she doesn't have so many complicated thoughts. As soon as he came out, he was obviously an old man, but he had the nature of a child.

"It doesn't matter if you can't read it." Amy comforted, "This book is mostly imagination and setting, and the story is not strong, so it's not interesting."

Sirin settled down, and instead of looking at the manuscript paper rolled up on the table, she continued: "Both Parnell and Luo Er said that the rail train was inspired by this book, so I just want to try to read it."

"Let's read the book instead." Amy said, "I also think the world depicted in the book is too bizarre and unrealistic."

"En." Xilin got off the donkey along the slope and put "Machinery City Puzzle" back on the bookshelf. She looked at Amy, "Have you finished writing today's manuscript?"

"It's almost there." Amy laughed, rolled the drawing paper into a scroll, and stuffed it into the scroll holder on the right side of the desk.

She stretched out on the seat, as if remembering something, she pouted and said coquettishly, "Xilin, the clothes on the clothes rail outside have not been confiscated, so go and collect them for me~"

Sirin immediately understood Amy's intention. Amy wanted to take her out of the room and take the opportunity to hide the painting from her.

She thought about it, and felt that Amy should be given a step up, so she nodded, changed a pair of shoes, opened the door and went out.

Walking to the door, Sirin deliberately didn't close the door tightly, and when she left the corridor, she turned her head and glanced into the room.

Sure enough, Amy hurriedly took out the drawing, transferred it to the storage ring, and took out a blank piece of paper, rolled it into a scroll and stuffed it into the scroll holder to replace the painting.

Sirin burst out laughing, her mood became inexplicably happy, and she walked towards the clothes-drying pole on the side of the wooden house with ease.

Shitu is just Shitu, this proves that she holds a lot of weight in Amy's heart, doesn't it?

Anyway, she herself is casually admiring, why should she care about the pictures?

There are a few clothes hanging on the clothes rail. Amy’s clothes from yesterday have basically been changed and washed. Sirin holds the clothes and feels them. The temperature in the Undead Room is constant, just like the spring and autumn seasons. These clothes are completely dry. .

She took off her coat and trousers, and exclaimed as usual that Amy's underwear is small and clean. When she put it in her arms, she picked up the piece of cloth in a mysterious way, and sniffed it near her nose.

It has a very fresh fragrance, without the smell of water or lawn. It is probably the natural body fragrance of the moon elves.

When Sirin took some clothes and walked back to the room, Amy was trimming her nails.

There are no nail clippers on the Divine Blessing Continent. Small scissors are used to trim nails, and there is also a small knife with a hook.

Amy first cuts off the long nails with small scissors, and then trims the edges of the nails with a hook knife. This set of tools is easy to use with one hand, but the trimming is not as detailed as nail clippers.

Sirin left the dry clothes open and hung them in the closet indoors, while her underwear was put in Amy's special underwear drawer.

After living together for so long, the arrangement of the inner and outer clothes of the two of them has become less detailed, and it is unlikely that they will wear the wrong clothes anyway.

Amy's clothes can't be worn by Xilin, and Xilin's clothes can't be supported by Amy. The gap in underwear is even bigger, and they are not in the same order.

It is worth mentioning that Ami is slender, and her underwear looks very small when hung up, like a child's clothes, but she doesn't feel this way after wearing it.

After tidying up her clothes, Sirin took a look at her nails. She also felt that her nails were too long recently and needed to be trimmed, so she moved a chair and sat next to Amy, and asked, "Are there any other trimming tools?"

Amy raised her eyes slightly, glanced at Sirin's nails, and said, "That's all, wait for me to finish it first."

Sirin propped up her cheeks, watched Amy cutting her nails, and suddenly thought of the image of her fingers twirling between Amy's lips and tongue.

She took a deep breath, suppressed all the thoughts in her mind, and sighed secretly:

It's really not easy to stay with this moon elf, you have to restrain the sudden desire in your heart, she is not the kind of frivolous person, the main reason is that this moon elf can always radiate temptation inadvertently...

"Hiss—" Amy suddenly took a breath.

Sirin's distracted eyes suddenly focused, looked at Amy, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Did you hurt your finger?"

Amy frowned, and raised her left middle finger. The hooked knife was too forceful, and a small cut was made on the finger at the edge of the nail, and a shallow bloodstain leaked out.

This kind of minor injury doesn't hurt, and Amy also reacted subconsciously. She was about to wipe off the blood, but Sirin lowered her head and held her injured fingertip.

Sirin licked off the light bloodstains on the wound, and then let go of Amy's fingers. She didn't seem to realize the ambiguity of this action, and pulled Amy's hand, saying: "Let me help you, so as not to You hurt your finger again."

Amy was stunned for a moment, her gaze involuntarily moved to Sirin's lips.