The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The latest website: Juana seemed to have heard the subtext in Sigmund's words. A charming smile appeared in the corner of her eyes, and then she glanced at the sunset.

"The night was long enough."

"But are you enough?"

Uh!

Sigmund almost spit out a sip of wine. He raised his head and saw the teasing in Juana's eyes. At this time, he remembered that the huntress he knew had a hot personality and dared to act.

"I think you already know this very well." Sigmund smiled. "Have you forgotten the night we spent in the hotel?"

"If I remember correctly, in your story, the relationship between us is truly intimate?"

"Damn it." Juana couldn't help scolding, even though it had been a long time, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed and embarrassed when she brought up this topic again.

"If you continue this topic, then you can only spend this long night alone." She said angrily.

"Then let's talk about something else."

"For example?" Juana asked curiously.

"For example, poetry and distance."

"You still understand this?"

"Why don't you understand? Romantic nights can't be without this." Sigmund replied.

While the two were talking, at the corner not far from the terrace, Ruben, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped.

He followed Sigmon to the terrace. There was no one here. He originally planned to reveal his identity and asked about the deployment details of the battle, but he didn't expect to hear an awkward flirt.

But just when he was about to leave, Sigmund half-jokingly mentioned the poem and the distance, but he dispelled his thoughts.

He is the executive director of the Investigation Bureau and a sixth-order star sage, but deep down, as Alec said, he persistently believes that he is a poet who looks up to the stars.

And he thinks that he is unparalleled in this regard.

So when he suddenly heard Sigmund mention poetry, he moved in his heart and immediately had some other thoughts.

This is actually very easy to understand. After all, before Sigmon appeared, Ruben was the best candidate for the deputy director of the Bureau of Investigation. Although today, Sigmon proved his all-round ability with a gorgeous battle.

In this regard, Ruben also thinks that he is convinced that he has lost, and he will not feel any jealousy because of it, but as a loser in an invisible contest, he will still have some strange emotions.

It was at this time that he heard Sigmund mention poetry, a field that he was very good at. In this case, he would inevitably not have some curiosity.

A curiosity to see what level the other party is at.

The best outcome, of course, is that he is nothing more than that.

And just when Ruben's mood changed drastically, on the edge of the terrace, the conversation between Sigmund and the two continued.

"Let's hear it, if you can impress me..." Juana's eyes flowed, and she said with all kinds of style.

The relationship between the two arose due to misunderstanding, and experienced various turning points during the period. Although it is not unforgettable, after Sigmon helped Juana solve the psychological hidden danger, his shadow has long been engraved in Juana's heart.

Later, Sigmund was entangled in all kinds of things, and Juana continued to perform tasks after her promotion.

And today, after a war ended, everything came to an end temporarily, the island and outside were caught in a carnival, the air was filled with alcohol and hormones, in this relaxed situation, talking about relaxed topics, the two sides What they lacked in each other might be just a look.

So, in Juana's heart, she was ready, no matter how bad Sigmund's love poems were, he made up his mind to spend a long night with this man.

"Cough cough." Sigmund pretended to cough a few times.

"The name of the poem is, I want to live with you."

I want to live with you, in some small town, to share the endless twilight and the endless bells. In the inn of this small town, the faint sound of the ancient clock strikes, like a gentle drip of time...

Sigmund's voice is gentle, the room is noisy and noisy, and the calm sea and sunset are in the distance. Surrounded by such a picture scroll, he speaks in a eloquent manner, as if telling an ordinary person's love.

Juana was originally leaning on the railing casually, but after listening to a few words, the expression on her face changed. In a few simple words, the simple life described between the lines broke through her psychological defense.

She turned her head and looked at the man in front of her with tender eyes, and then listened to him continue:

"Sometimes, at dusk, from a room on the top floor..."

"The boat's breath for two people, and the swaying of the wooden bed..."

"Haha!" Hearing this sentence, the tenderness on Juana's face instantly collapsed, "What is all this?!"

"Is this your poem?" she exclaimed strangely.

"Why, don't you like it?" Sigmund smiled, "I think the next paragraph of this poem is especially good. At this moment, it is the occasion!"

"Look, the sun is setting."

Juana suddenly pointed to the sea in the distance and said, then turned her head and wrapped her arms around Sigmon, "It's dark, we should go back and discuss the second half of this poem."

"It should be discussed carefully." Sigmund laughed.

"Actually the second half of the poem is very long."

"It's very long," he repeated.

"I don't believe it unless you prove it to me," Juana replied softly, approaching his ear.

At this time, the vines on the roof hung down, entangling the bodies of the two, and then pulled them into a room on the top floor.

At this time, in a corner of the corridor outside the terrace, Ruben walked out with a tangled face. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"What about the latter? What about the second half of the poem?!"

As a traveler, of course Sigmund would not play anything original. The poem he recited came from a Russian female poet. He only intercepted the first half, but this simple and delicate description moved Juana at the same time. , also shocked Reuben, who overheard.

He had to admit that just a short paragraph completely overwhelmed his smug starry sky aria. Compared with this poem, his starry sky aria became empty garbage piled up with gorgeous words.

While shocked and frustrated, it made Ruben even more uncomfortable that he could only hear a short passage of such a beautiful poem, and such a poem was actually used for flirting? !

There was an impulse in his heart, and Ruben wanted to rush out of the terrace right now, climbed along the wall to the outside of the other party's window, and slapped the window hard to make the foolish couple stop what they were doing.

Then, finish writing this wonderful poem to me!

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