All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

Vol 2 Chapter 214:

After strongly rejecting Catherine's offer to rub my back, I left the hot spring first.

Holding the loofah dipper, her expression was very regrettable, and she also told me that "rubbing her back is a kind of enjoyment that hurts first and then refreshes." This posture is quite similar to my classmates who made me eat Amway in the last life. It seems that she really likes hot springs.

Not like Catherine. Even though it is very comfortable, I feel a little dizzy after soaking in the hot spring for forty minutes. But fortunately, this sultry dizziness disappeared quickly after being exposed to the cool and dry air outside. Instead, it was as refreshing as drinking half a can of ice-cola in one breath under the big summer sun.

I thought that something bad would happen when I was in the hot springs. But the whole process was unexpectedly calm, quiet, upright, and constant. To a certain extent, it is really hard to guard against.

Except that the mood is a bit heavy.

Just in case I didn't wear the yukata provided by the hot springs, but dressed neatly with tight pants that I covered, I was holding a can of ice milk in one hand. He walked to his room while drinking.

My long black hair was still a little wet, so I simply removed the hair rope and put it on my shoulders. Long hair is really troublesome in many cases, but I still haven't cut them short to look good.

That's right. Even I, Gadriche, cares about how he looks! You guys keep reminding me that I'm just so mediocre!

The glass bottle with ice milk was creaked by me. I drank the last sip of milk with a gloomy expression and opened the door of my room with the key.

The humanized magic light came on the moment I stepped into the room. I threw the empty glass bottle into the empty trash can and closed the door with my backhand.

The quilt was meticulously arranged, and some rose petals were sprinkled in the middle. The flowers at the head of the bed were replaced with a new one, and the delicate petals were still stained with water droplets.

Yinglan's servants are also doing their best to take care of me today. Because I was abducted by Merlin Daxian in the middle of the night, I didn't bring anything. Even the daily necessities I used were prepared by Yinglan for me. Although I was in a coma directly on the bed in the afternoon, I didn't feel much without the quilt. But there is no doubt that they must have replaced me with a freshly tanned quilt that exudes a dry fragrance.

Since I told them "I have nothing important in my room, just open the door whenever I want to clean it", my room will be cleaned a dozen times in almost a day. I wonder if they send someone to guard the stairs and sneak in as soon as they see me going out.

Not only the Knights of the Round Table, but even the servants of this palace treat me sincerely.

I thought it was just an ordinary love house and Wu. But as Catherine said, the real reason is "grateful."

I am grateful for my presence, and grateful for my arrival. I'm grateful that as long as I'm by Wang's side, I can make him smile.

Unconsciously, emotion is stronger than reason. Compared with the interests of the country, they really hope that Arthur can live his life safely, with the people he truly loves.

Can even a faint light make them feel redeemed?

"Guru..."

The sound of belly wailing was extremely abrupt in the silent room. I finally remembered that I haven't eaten yet.

Why in this Western fantasy world, humans cannot rely on photosynthesis to replenish energy like plants do?

I thought about vainly. Although hopeless, they opened the drawers and cabinets of the room one by one. After all, in the last life, there would be some food in the hotel, maybe if you are lucky--

The black eyes shrank slightly. I straightened up and looked at my desk in an incredible way.

Obviously I didn't say anyone, I didn't do anything. But there was a silver dinner vessel covered with a semicircular cover.

...Catherine?

With doubts, I walked to the table, only to find that there was a folded note beside the table.

[His Royal Highness Gadliche. Because you slept soundly at dinner, I couldn't wake you up, so I didn't call you to get up for dinner. 】

Beautiful and beautiful flower body, clean and neat. This kind of handwriting, which is slightly delicate to a man, and this kind of behavior that is the same as the lack of a sutra in his brain, it seems that Yuri is right.

Let’s not mention what tactics Yuri used to wake me up. Why didn't I even have a blanket on my body when I woke up. Mr. Yuri is really single. Admirable.

But did I sleep so soundly? Even Yuri came to call me and didn't get up. It seems that I am really tired recently.

I looked down while thinking coolly. Yuri asked the maid nearby to let the kitchen make dinner once she saw that I was awake, and then brought it to me.

It's just that I went to take a bath with Catherine for forty minutes and then I saw the meal... So efficient, sure enough, you sent someone to monitor my room secretly!

Compared with gratitude and vomiting desires, weirdly have the upper hand. I sighed with a headache. An unknown feeling hit my heart, and after a weird body, I bent down and began to silently check the gaps in the cabinets under the table...

It's not bad. No micro-magic guide was found in the room.

I sighed. He slumped on the chair and opened the silver cover covering the dinner plate.

White heat seeps from the gap, and with a sound, the whole room is filled with the alluring fragrance of food. It stimulated my empty stomach for a while.

And on the gilded silver-white dinner plate, it is my favorite seafood dish.

Snapped.

The crisp sound of folded hands echoed in the luxurious room.

"thanks for treatment."

I said softly.

...

Is it the function of hot springs? I slept very deep this night.

Although I can't remember anything, I vaguely know that I had a dream. The content of the dream was vague, it was just a vague feeling that someone was holding my hand, and I turned my head and smiled at him.

Gentle, full of cherished emotions.

Even if you can't remember the content of the dream. I can also remember the temperature from those hands passing through.

dad? mother? elder sister? Or who... is it a man's hand or a woman's hand. I have no idea. But the hands in the dream are a bit rough, but very slender and beautiful. Although the strength that holds me is gentle, it won't let go.

right. If I squeeze his fingers lightly, he will also--

etc.

The black eyes opened sharply. I fixedly stared at the curtain that was caged in the bed for a while. After the brain is fully awake and the eyes are clear, slowly look to the left hand side.

Blond hair, handsome look. The man in the red-gold cloak was lying next to my bed, and his right hand was holding my hand.

As seen before, Arthur was very quiet when he fell asleep. The soft hair stroked his side face, and the dark blue eyes were closing at this moment.

"Good morning. Liche."

Beautiful, gentle blue. No matter who it is, you can see the pampering in it at a glance.

I can imagine what these eyes look like when they open, and I can also imagine his voice.

Looking at Arthur who was sleeping, I didn't speak. A warm temperature came from the hands clasped. I learned the way I was dreaming, and gently squeezed his finger.

really. The beautiful fingertips moved lightly, tapping on the side of my finger.

……Well. how to say.

Go on like this. I even have a psychological shadow about dreaming.

Holding a sigh of breath, I silently looked away with a black face. Originally, I felt sorry for not being able to remember the content of the dream, but now apart from rejoicing, there is only gratitude to God Mingming.

I don't want to know if Arthur took the initiative to hold my hand last night or if I grabbed him stubbornly, and didn't want to know what I did after holding him. Look at Arthur still wearing a knight uniform... I guess I was caught by me before he came back from outside last night to change his clothes.

Don't think about the rest. Don't think about it.

Toughly clear everything in the mind to blanks. Fearing that Arthur would wake up, I didn't dare to move much, but sat up very slowly and very slowly.

Then what to do.

Looking at Wang's sleeping face, I was lost in thought.

Do you want to try to pull your hand back? Or should I just lie down and sleep again until he wakes up?

With the mentality of giving it a try. I moved the hand held by Arthur very carefully. However, it was just a very slight movement, and his fingertips kicked back a bit.

It's a tiny arc, but it's like saying "Don't leave" again.

I fell into a long silence again. Then slowly raised his other hand.

Covered his face.

"puff."

Suppressed laughter sounded on the other side. I raised my head slightly, paused, and then looked to my side.

Fancy robe, long silvery white hair. Although I knew him, I couldn't say that a familiar man was lying on the side of my bed with his head on his head, his hands folded, and he was looking at me with those golden eyes.

With a golden eye color, I almost subconsciously called out his name. But fortunately, I was abruptly stopped in time.

"Good morning. Gardrie cut it~"

The golden eyes narrowed slightly with a smile. The white-haired man lying next to my bed took out a hand, waved to me lazily, and chatted with me softly, "Have you had fun in Yinglan these days?"

"..."

I did not reply. Just looking at him with a dark face.

By now, I don't even have the desire to complain about him "Why do you sleep next to my bed".

"I heard. It seems that a lot of things have happened in the past few days." The old thief Merlin smiled and put his hand under his head again, "Fortunately, I run fast."

Can't you learn from other Knights of the Round Table and love your work a little bit!

I looked at Merlin with a distorted expression. Fearing to wake Arthur, I bowed in his direction, "What's going on...!"

"As you can see."

What is it as I see it! "I haven't done anything strange to King Arthur, right?"

Merlin didn't reply, just looked at me meaningfully.

I sat up straight without expression, "Forget it. No need to answer."

Maybe. Ignorance is the real happiness.

"...You are here. So." I squinted a pair of dead fish eyes, and looked at Merlin who was lying next to my bed silently, "Can I go back?"

"Yes."

Looking at me with golden eyes, Merlin said with a smile, "I can finally go home. Your Royal Highness."

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The ending of Lao Wang is called a sweet