Is the Evil God Me?

There is no woman who does not like the compliments of others.

On the mainland, the highest level of praise is to write a love poem for her that will be passed down to future generations. This kind of poetry culture has evolved to the extreme in the Roman Kingdom. In that country where serfdom still exists, the greatest respect for a person is singing, and special religious choirs even involve extraordinary relationships.

Sophia is also a woman.

When she saw this inspirational love letter, she knew that this poem would add another layer to the many halos under Amiste's dress. If some famous lady, maybe this poem will make the other party's brain hot, and they will marry without hesitation.

Without him.

Just because the emotion shown in this love letter is so suitable for those young ladies who yearn for sincere love.

"Write another copy yourself."

After all, Sophia is Sophia, the eldest sister in the street. She quickly calmed down after her jealousy and jealousy. She grabbed Lynn's first draft to see if she refused to return it.

Since she couldn't get the poem, at least the original manuscript belonged to her. Sophia felt a kind of joy from her heart when she thought that she could be compared with Count Emiste, a bit like the cosmic joy that she succeeded in doing something bad. After all, Sophia also understood that Lynn, who was going back after all, was very different from her own identity.

A lot of things, that's all.

Lynn couldn't figure out her sister's complicated feelings. Anyway, she remembered the poem. She gave the original to Sophia. She just happened to write a copy with a more beautiful font, so she could pretend.

"Huh..."

Lin En, who was finally done with her work, couldn't help sighing in relief.

Not to mention the rest, the countess can handle it herself for at least a while. It's not easy to be an excuse to be this beauty. If you haven't done enough superficial work, how can others believe it. It happened that this love letter was enough to convince her that she was very interested in it.

When writing love poems, inspiration is the most important~~

"Let's celebrate together today?" Lynn, who had finished her work, stood up and stretched, looking at Sophia, who was still scrutinizing the manuscript like a treasure, and said casually. "Don't look at it, if you like it, I will write a copy for you, a brand new one."

"Well then, lovers also have the right to love poetry." Sophia immediately smiled, took Lynn's arm, and stuck half of her body on it.

"What kind of lover..."

Lynn touched her nose helplessly. The definition of a lover in this era is quite complicated, and it is basically an unrecognized profession. For example, a mistress and her children have no right to inherit property. In a big family, illegitimate children usually assist the heirs, undertake staff or other duties, and will not be harshly punished. As for the matter of the mistress being in the position, as long as the wife has a background and considers the interests, this situation will not occur.

For Lynn, this feudal dross must be criticized.

He understands that although he and Sophia are so intimate that they can go to bed without saying a word, they are still separated by a layer of things.

This layer of things is called class, and it is the gap between the times and society.

So, in fact, Sophia understands better than Lynn. While Lynn, the fool, was still struggling with his own downfall, the eldest girl had already prepared for a protracted battle.

"Let's go, how can you stay in the room in such good weather?" Sophia didn't resist when she saw Lynn's expression, but when she felt a little guilty, her smile seemed to be eating honey.

"Where are you going?"

Well, it's time to let go of your brain and have fun.

If you don't play again, you won't have a chance tomorrow. Lynn didn't forget that tomorrow is the peace conference held by the [Mainland Medical Association]. This conference will submit a peace petition, and the number of participants will only be much larger than that of the [Repression Bureau]. Among them are some foreign ambassadors and powerful businessmen. The [Suppression Bureau] entered the bureau this time, and it couldn't be better.

Lynn was habitually thinking, ignoring the soft beauties around her.

Sophia opened and closed her lips twice. Seeing that Lynn was in a daze, she immediately reached out and pinched his face. It bounced and felt very good, so Sophia couldn't help pinching it twice.

"If you stay in a daze, just stay here all day."

"That's good too?"

Lynn grabbed Sophia's hand. For the first time, the always gentle and polite blue eyes showed the fiery fervor of aggression and domination. When the young body was in anger in the morning, who let this guy keep rubbing against him unconsciously.

When Sophia was glanced at by Lynn's blatant eyes, her legs became weak subconsciously, her sister's aura shrank back, and her voice became much softer.

"You little bastard, you actually want to bully me? Don't forget, I'm your sister."

"Isn't that the case in the future?"

Lynn looked at Sophia, the heat in her eyes softened a lot. For him, Sophia's position in his heart is diverse, and the family's share accounts for a large proportion.

"It's almost the same, I'll always be your sister." Sophia couldn't help hugging Lynn's face, she really loved this little bastard.

When I was a child, I beat the dog with a stick for him, but later I would be bullied by him with a stick.

In fact, Sophia often says color-coded words, but such words are also divided. She finds it funny and ashamed to say to Lynn.

"So, here or outside?" Lynn said dryly.

"Outside!"

She chose to go outside without hesitation. Although Sophia had already found her place beside Lynn~www.wuxiamtl.com~, she didn't want to be cheap. Although if Lynn came to be strong, she should not have any substantial resistance, but at least Sophia herself still needs a very important ceremony.

That way she could give Lynn her whole heart.

This point is also in line with some of Lynn's three views. Adapting to the times does not mean that emotions will become cheap. He will remind himself how lucky he is and needs to be cherished.

"Let's go, change clothes, let's go to the clock tower to play." In the end, Lynn just marked, reached out and stroked Sophia's beautiful face, and pulled the corner of her mouth.

Before, he just liked it, but now he has determined that the emotion in his heart is hazy love.

Love is restraint, patience.

"Wow, I can't climb the shelf anymore." Sophia was a little helpless after being excited. When she was a child, she and Lynn went to the clock tower to play. Her favorite show was climbing the wooden frame inside the clock tower, and she could also touch the clock that ordinary people couldn't go to. In the attic of the tower, he looked at the precise mechanical gears.

Now that both of them have grown up, naturally they can't do such a thing that loses their identities.

Sophia's door.

Lynn's eyes lit up when he saw Sophia, who had put on a skirt again and had a rare light makeup on. Two young people with the same hair color and slightly different eyes, walking hand in hand on a depressing street is an extremely dazzling scene.

The beauty and laughter between them is exactly what is lacking in this war era, and many people look at them with admiration.

"By the way, don't go near the Expo venue tomorrow."

On the way, Lynn warned Sophia.

"then you?"

"Don't worry, I'm just a clerk." Deep in Lynn's soothing smile, there was a trace of solemnity. Sophia snorted, but hugged Lynn's arms tighter.