I Have Too Many Wings

Her smile was a little devilish: "You want to attack at night, right?"

Rorschach did not answer.

The face is still not thick enough, I always feel a little ashamed to admit it.

"Why didn't you do it after you came here?" Illya said regretfully: "Big brother, you are too timid, obviously just now, Illya was mentally prepared... No, Illya does it every night. Prepare yourself mentally and wait for you to come."

"I know." Rorschach rubbed her hair. "In the future, don't wear anything when you go to bed at night. It won't feel good if you wear it for a long time. And..."

He sighed slightly: "I'm not timid. I just don't want to disturb you after seeing you sleep so peacefully."

Of course, the main reason was that after seeing Ilya's outfit, he was a little moved, and when he thought that he came here with the purpose of purging the fire, he suddenly felt ashamed and his anger subsided.

"Big brother has too many concerns." Illya said a little dissatisfied: "Didn't you agree before, wait for a while and confirm that Illya didn't do it for the sake of gratitude, then accept Illya?"

Hearing this, Rorschach was stunned for a moment, then thought about it.

This was an excuse he made at the time.

After all, at that time, he was completely unprepared to open a harem.

Rorschach looked at Ilya who looked at him with expectant eyes, suddenly smiled, and asked:

"Then are you doing it to repay?"

"Well... Ilya doesn't quite know."

The girl shook her head, quickly moved away from the tangled color, and said by feeling:

"Like is like, that's enough!"

While speaking, her slender legs wrapped in white silk twisted slightly under Rorschach.

He seemed to be seducing Rorschach with physical contact and friction.

"Big brother, isn't it bad to follow your own desires? I already said that I don't mind. If I refuse again, Illya will be angry!"

"You don't move..."

Seeing the girl's seductive eyes, Rorschach felt an unethical temptation.

"Big brother said no, but his body is very honest, hee hee, he responded so quickly."

Ilya felt her legs hit something hard, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her legs attacked there with gentle force.

Feeling the girl's provocation, Rorschach looked at her delicate face and stopped suppressing herself...

PS: I recently watched Bear Wolf Dog's "The Catastrophe of Tomorrow", the protagonist's initial fighting style and the later stages of borrowing money, really made me laugh!The plot twist is also very exciting, push push push

336 Doubts from Alice Phil (two more)

The next morning.

In the dining room connected to the spacious living room, Irisviel brought her breakfast to Rorschach and said with a smile:

"Rorschach, you haven't been here for a long time, but Illya misses you every day."

The breakfast is steak and fried eggs, the rich aroma is tangy, stimulating people's appetite.

"Thank you."

Rorschach picked up the cutlery and began to eat.

Ilya pushed the chair beside him, sat next to him, and said:

"Big brother, Illya's hands are so soft, she has no strength."

Rorschach glanced at her, and quickly cut the steak into pieces and fed her.

Every time Illya took a bite, a happy smile appeared.

The little feet swaying under the table also kicked Rorschach from time to time.

Looking at the behavior of the two without dining etiquette, Irisviel was not angry, but felt a warm feeling.

The daughter is her father's little padded jacket, and Emiya Kiritsugu was able to hack Rorschach with a knife in order to keep Ilya.

But as a mother, Irisviel's mentality is completely different.

She wished that Rorschach and Illya could be a little closer.

Better get married soon.

After all, she had long recognized Rorschach and had already treated him as her family.

"By the way, Illya, did you sleep late last night?"

When Irisviel was halfway through her breakfast, she suddenly asked.

Illya's chewing motion was stagnant. After swallowing the steak, she wiped her mouth and shook her head:

"No, Illya went to bed early."

"Huh?" Irisviel murmured a little uncertainly: "So, is the movement I feel an illusion... Am I sleepy?"

"What's going on?" Ilya asked indifferently.

"I seem to have vaguely heard the sound of the bed shaking. I thought you had insomnia and couldn't sleep, and you planned to go to your room to have a look."