Ruan Mei begged me to go back? I can't go back anymore

She narrowed her eyes like a fox, looked around, and nodded continuously.

"Mm, it's so clean and tidy. Thank you, my little Zao Wu, for helping me clean the room every day."

Kafka leaned close to the boy's ear, and couldn't help but want to tease him, so she blew gently.

It can be seen that Hayami's fair earlobes were instantly dyed cherry red.

"What reward do you want?"

"As long as it's not too much of a request, I will satisfy Hayami~"

"..."

Kafka obviously didn't use the word spirit technique.

But at this moment, the clumsy and shy Zao Wu seemed to be haunted by her.

I had no idea what to ask of myself, and was bound by the silk thread wrapped around Kafka's fingertips, binding my limbs and emotions.

Willingly.

But, we can’t let sister Kafka… wait impatiently.

"live……"

The response of the early fog was weak and mosquito-like.

"What did you say?"

"Save it... okay?"

"You want to save the reward?"

Kafka found that she could no longer understand the child.

What on earth does he want...

But, it's also fun.

"Of course."

"When you want it, come find me."

"I will not lie to you."

Like a bad woman who is addicted to lying.

Make commitments unconsciously.

But no matter what, Hayami trusted her.

"Thank you... Sister Kafka."

"It's okay, it's a little late today."

Hayami thought Kafka was ordering them to leave, and replied hastily.

"I'm leaving now..."

——"If you don't mind, Hayami, you can stay and rest for a night."

Chapter Thirteen: Has he been eaten by the bad woman?

Kafka's words were like a transparent silk curtain and an invisible spider web, easily entangling the boy.

Make their hearts flutter.

Maybe she herself didn't have this idea.

But Zao Wu couldn't help but feel dazed.

"Is it really possible?"

When he came to his senses, he realized that he had actually muttered the doubts in his heart.

Kafka smiled.

Feeling ashamed, Hayami tried to escape.

He didn't understand how he could be so greedy!

Not only was he taken in by Sister Kafka, but he was also provided with food, clothing, shelter and transportation, even though he had nothing and lost his memory.

I may never be able to repay sister Kafka's kindness!

How dare I expect more...

"S-Sorry!"

"I suddenly remembered that Sister Silver Wolf wanted to practice sword skills with me, so I'm leaving first..."

"puff!"

Kafka suddenly smiled.

This child is so cute, he can’t even learn how to lie.

It's so incoherent.

Asking her to believe that Silver Wolf is willing to practice swordplay is worse than saying that Blade likes embroidery, provided that sword flowers are not counted.

If he were to go to interstellar space in the future, who would believe that he was the child they raised?

Can a devilish woman raise an angelic boy?

Not to mention other people, even Kafka herself couldn't help but become curious.

She reached out and held Zaowu's wrist.

"I'm so tired, please don't let me say anything extra, okay."

"Morning fog, stay."

"Stay with me."

"..."

Zao Wu's body seemed to be frozen, but gradually returned to its original warmth under the melting of the woman's body temperature.

He already understood that he had no room for refusal.

Just as he didn't understand how he could bear to refuse.

"be mine……"

The word was on the tip of the boy's tongue, and he swallowed it quietly.

In the following time, he changed Kafka's clothes, put on her nightgown, gave her a massage, and prepared a cup of hot milk before sleep.

Do everything a best deacon should do.

Except...sleeping together.

But rather than sleeping with her, it would be more like Kafka treated Hayami like a big doll and held her in her arms.

After a brief blush, Hayami gradually indulged in the warmth and happiness.

The result was that the love-deprived boy fell asleep faster and more deeply than Kafka.

It is hard to tell who is accompanying whom.

He clung to the woman's arms like there was no tomorrow.

Crying in a dream.

Mumbling words as fragile as broken porcelain.

"No, throw me away..."

Kafka's cherry-colored pupils trembled silently.

The young man's face is reflected, like a pure white angel suffering.

An inexplicable impulse made her close her eyes and kiss the boy's forehead.

When she opened her eyes again, Kafka's eyes flashed with a coldness as the arc of a bullet.

"I won't abandon you."

"Whoever lost you, let her..."

"I'll regret it forever."

………………

It was as if I had a very warm and happy dream.

The reason why this dream is so long is because Zao Wu doesn't want to wake himself up.

In the dream, Kafka hugged herself.

That's it.

If it weren't for the protest of the body that needed material support.

Given that Hayami hasn't yet cultivated self-control, she will probably choose to be stuck in it forever.

He opened his eyes and saw a blindingly bright incandescent sunlight.

The boy's long eyelashes are already as white as snow, and now they look even more blurry and dreamy.

"Angel".

It is indeed a vocabulary that suits him very well.

As I woke up, memories of last night kept coming back.

Zao Wu sat up on Kafka's bed and was in a trance for a long time.

"you're awake."

Kafka, wearing only a white shirt, slim trousers, and a woman's tie half-tied at her collar, looked back lazily from the red silk noble chair not far away.

In her hands was a cup of extremely bitter coffee, but Kafka tasted it slowly and leisurely without any abnormality.

At least it tastes much better than the one that woman made.

Hayami felt a little embarrassed and blushed as she looked away.

"Sister Kafka... have you been waiting for me for a long time?"

Kafka shook her head.

"I have waited for a long time, but not for you to wake up."

"It's better to say that the way Zao Wu sleeps is very cute, I like it very much~"

"..."

Even though she guessed that Kafka was joking with her, Hayami couldn't help but feel shy, let alone dissatisfied.

"So what are you waiting for, Sister Kafka?"

He captured the key to the woman's words.

Kafka raised her hand and waved, summoning a picture depicting a vast sea of ​​stars in front of Zaowu.

Before Zao Wu could even marvel at the sight, he was attracted by a golden route that seemed to run through the sea of ​​stars to the other side that could not be reached.

Kafka's eyes were fixed on the exquisitely crafted pocket watch in her hand, watching the pointer on it slowly point to twelve.

That is the moment when the pointer and the scale fit perfectly.

Suddenly, at a point on the golden route, an extremely bright and shining starlight burst out.

In the ears of the morning fog, one seems to be able to hear the sound of a whistle coming from an ancient era.

Today, at this moment, it once again echoes throughout the entire galaxy.

"That is the road called 'pioneering'."

The so-called "development" is the destiny controlled by the legendary star god Akivali.

Sister Silver Wolf told Hayami about his story when they were playing related games.