Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Iyalian gradually woke up in the whistling of the biting cold wind.

The cold air rushed in from the ventilated window, lifting the heavy curtains, blowing the face cold, but his arms were particularly warm.

Iyalian blinked his eyes and looked down. The furry head of the lord was nestled in his arms.

Probably because of the sudden cold weather in the middle of the night, the lord wrapped himself in a quilt like a caterpillar, and kept drilling and arching in his arms. The sleepy knight simply reached out and hugged him.

The knight's white neck gradually turned pink, and it was still spreading upwards bit by bit.

He hurriedly wanted to get away and close the window that was causing trouble, but he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes.

"Cold." The lord mumbled vaguely, looking like he hadn't woken up at all, and shrunk his head into the quilt again, "It's not time to go to work yet, take a nap for another five minutes."

Iyalian hesitated for less than a second between getting up and closing the window and the overly cute lord before making a choice - he lay down again, hugged the lord obediently, and wrapped them both tightly with the quilt.

The cold wind was isolated from the outside by the perfect barrier constructed by the warm quilt. The knight's chin rested on Mo Yu's furry head and gently printed a faint kiss on his black hair.

So today the knight rarely went for a morning run, and the lord got up late as usual.

The two were awakened by the exclamation of the young apprentice Decarlo. The noisy little apprentice was running up and down the stairs, shouting "It's snowing" in surprise, busy closing the open windows and cleaning the snow piled up on the windows, with a series of sneezes in between.

Mo Yu struggled to sit up with a mess of hair, yawning and getting out of bed to wash up, as if he didn't notice that he had crawled out of the knight's arms.

Iyalian: "..."

The knight slowly and long exhaled a breath of hot air that was blocking his heart, as if the heavy stone pressing on the top of his heart was suddenly removed, and the whole person relaxed.

In the past two hours, Iyalian can be said to be in pain and happiness.

In the first half hour, the knight enjoyed the stolen time uneasily; in the second half hour, he repeatedly rehearsed, performed, and played in his mind how he would "explain" the scene after Mo Yu woke up and found it difficult to explain, and prepared 101 different response plans.

However, in the end, the lord just got up and washed normally, and then, as if he had finally woken up, he poked his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth and asked: "Hey, Iyalian? Didn't you go for a morning run today?"

Iyalian was silent, got up and closed the whirring window: "It's snowing."

"Oh, I said why it feels a little cold." Mo Yu shrank back again, finished the last wash, came out of the bathroom, opened the closet and began to look for thick clothes, "It's snowing in October, isn't it too early?"

"It's much earlier than in previous years." Iyalian answered smoothly and walked into the empty bathroom.

From the moment Iyalian moved into the lord's bedroom, the two of them naturally formed a tacit understanding without too many words or arrangements. They were like two musicians who kept the melody and rhythm in mind. Without the need for command, one could perfectly connect with the other's performance.

Iyalian has always been a cautious person. During the years in the Church of Light, he learned to read people's expressions excessively. He had to rehearse everything in his mind hundreds of times before doing it, silently preparing response plans for every possible development, and on the surface he had to act as if he didn't care, was calm and indifferent, and was a flower on the mountain.