People Are Crumbling, Turning into Bishops

"Tesla, what are you doing?"

She looked at Tesla suspiciously. The blue-haired woman's name was Liesel Albert Einstein. She was also an anti-entropy executor with Tesla and a friend of Tesla for many years.

It was she who forced the moldy Tesla to take a bath, because the child would forget to eat and take a bath after studying.

"No."

There is no restraint in front of friends, both of them have often taken baths, and not wearing clothes is just a trivial matter.

But Tesla didn't intend to tell Liesel about the chat group, because if it was harmful, wouldn't he have harmed his friend?

Let's tell Liesel after I feel familiar with it.

"Just chatting with other people."

Tesla stretched herself, she stood up, and went to the bedroom to find some clothes to wear, it was a bit cold now.

But the speaker had no intention of listening, Liesel frowned, and after she saw something inadvertently, her frown deepened.

She found that the place where Tesla was sitting on the sofa was wet a lot.

Obviously, the amount of water is huge.

Liesel: ? ? ?

She recalled what Tesla said just now. Tesla was chatting with someone just now.

No clothes, chatting, wet sofa.

All elements concatenated together.

!

Liesel understood, and even though she didn't want to believe it, the evidence was in front of her eyes.

Tesla learned badly.

She was actually talking to someone else just now!

Chapter 50

Otto heard Irene's voice, so he stood up and patted the snow on his back.

Pretending to be okay, he saw Irene come out of the igloo, her face was still a bit confused and tired, and she didn't seem to have slept well.

"Well."

With a snort, Irene, who had just woken up, put the back of her hand against her mouth and yawned.

Even though she is half asleep and half awake, she still maintains an elegant demeanor.

It's just that the clothes are a bit messy, and the dark purple dress is already gorgeous, which makes Otto's eyes not know what to look at.

After all, it is so beautiful, I want to look carefully everywhere, but my eyes are a bit insufficient.

Although a little shy, he didn't look away and admired it generously, as if he was admiring a work of art.

And an idea was born

I really want to just hug her like this.

This defenseless appearance made Otto's heart flutter.

Otto doesn't know Kallen, he is not a paranoid with only one girl in his heart, he is more sensitive, he likes to be close to beautiful things, he likes to be surrounded by colorful beauties.

Gloom is not suitable for teenagers, teenagers are more suitable for passionate.

What's more, this is in front of a beautiful girl he has a crush on.

Erin's mental state is not good, because she fell asleep very late last night. She originally wanted to rely on her little brother to sleep well, but she didn't expect to hear such explosive sleep talk.

From Otto's dream, Irene can only get one piece of news, that is--

Why is my little brother talking about girls?

What came out of his mouth were all girls' names. Irene was not very happy to hear it. After all, she was lying beside her, but she was talking about other women. No one can bear it.

So she didn't sleep most of the night, and fell asleep in a small corner after midnight, which also caused her clothes to be a bit messy.

She rubbed her eyes, although there was an igloo to block the night's wind and snow, but the feeling of sleeping on the snow was still uncomfortable.

His body was a little cold, and he could feel that his clothes were a little crooked, but he didn't care. Anyway, there was only a little brother by his side, so it didn't matter if he looked over him.

He can protect himself.

Surprisingly safe, my little brother.

Irene half-closed her eyes and laughed, but she suddenly felt a pair of big hands hugging herself.

His delicate body was embraced in a warm embrace.

The wine-red eyes widened, and the remaining sleepiness was swept away.

Otto hugged Irene, wrapped the girl's slender waist with his left hand, and put his right hand on the girl's back, pressing on the long gray-blond hair that hung down her back.

"Eh?"