Chapter 1426

"Well?"

MEG was stunned. He felt as if he had just heard something wrong.

"When we invite each other in the middle of the night, there must be some scripts we need to see together. As a clean and upright man, at this time..." McGonagall took a shower in the mirror, changed into a coquettish flowered shirt, half buttoned skirt, chest muscles and eight abdominal muscles, half wet hair with a bit of messy sexy, and his melancholy eyes

Eh?

Didn't you agree to be a gentleman?

Why is the change so natural? It's like having been prepared for a long time.

McGonagall stood up straight, buttoned up his shirt, combed his hair like an adult, looked at himself in the mirror, and couldn't help sighing. How serious it is, it's just that those ignorant girls want to throw themselves in the arms of the best uncle.

There is no way. It's not something he can control.

"By the way, system, do you have anything here?" Something suddenly occurred to MEG.

"Seven times a night?"

"What the hell is that? Is it like I need to use that?"

"It's all going on outside now. You can't do it."

"Who is spreading the rumors? Don't you know that rumors have been incriminated now? "

"But it's not against the law to tell the truth." System refutation.

"Go away!"

McGonagall bought an industrial textile skills book from the system and took it to the next room.

MEG pushed open the familiar bedroom door, gave a slight cough before entering, and went in.

Irina wasn't in the room. The water was running in the bedroom.

"Well?" McGonagall's eyebrows are slightly picked, very familiar with the rhythm. Should I forget to bring the bath towel next?

"You, give me the towel." Sure enough, the sound of the water stopped, the bathroom door opened a crack, and Elena's voice rang out.

"All right." McGonagall got up, picked up the bathrobe and went to the bathroom, but he couldn't help saying, "come on, girl, you are a top ten magician. You can't use any bathrobe if you want to get a water dispelling skill."

Of course, McGonagall will not say such words. After all, girls are shy. They want something to happen, but they can't be too active. Behind them, they always show some seemingly stupid behaviors.

McGonagall handed his bathrobe to the crack of the door and was about to say something like, "why don't we wash it together?".

The bathrobe whew disappeared, and then the bathroom door closed tightly again. As expected, he stretched out the bathroom, and the jade hand that pulled him in did not appear.

"Well?" McGonagall felt his nose awkwardly. It seemed that he thought too much.

Soon, Elena, dressed in a fairy dress and pajamas, came out of the bathroom and waved. Her wet hair dried. She looked at MEG sitting on the bedside chair and said, "I've got the news, but I'm not sure how many Elves will respond."

"Helena may set up a game to deal with you and me with the strength of her family. The territory must be empty. There will not be another chance like this. The night elves in the wind forest must know as well." Meg said with a relaxed face, "Helena wants to give us a surprise. I hope we can give her a bigger surprise."

Elena went to the bed and sat down. Then she leaned lazily against the head of the bed, looked at MEG with blue eyes, and said with a smile, "your bed is occupied by two little guys. Where are you going to sleep tonight?"

"This is my bed, by the way." MEG looked at Elena and asked with a smile, "I don't know when you're going to give me half of it?"

Irina's ears, which MEG was staring at, were a little red. She snorted and said, "the bed is mine. You sleep on the floor."

"It's a shame..." McGonagall sighed in his heart, but what can he do? He can't fight again. Even if he can fight, he can't fight.

Had to put up before the floor to spread out again, lay on the floor in good order.

With the existence of floor heating and a thick mattress, it's not hard for the floor to fall asleep. It's just a little strange psychologically.

"Good night, then." Meg said, turning off the light gently.

"Well." Irina answered.

In the room, a quiet, half open curtain, moonlight came in.

McGonagall closed his eyes and tried to relax himself, but his heart was beating faster and faster, and he couldn't sleep.

This is the first time that they sleep together in the same room. Although they don't sleep in the same bed, they can feel each other's breathing rate.

It's a very wonderful feeling.

He knew she wasn't asleep either, because he could feel her breathing rate quickening,

Irina turned her head and looked at McGonagall's direction. Her face was a little upset. She was annoyed in her heart. "Is this wood really sleeping on the ground?"

McGonagall began to hypnotize himself: "they just pity that I have no place to sleep, so they just give me a berth. Go to sleep... Sleep..."

Just as Meg was about to fall asleep, there were a few rustles in his ear. Then there was a soft and warm body in his arms, and a faint fragrance poured in.

"Eh?" McGonagall was stunned for a moment before she realized that she seemed to be under his bed and in his arms.

In this case, there are usually two choices.

1. Push the other person away and tell her seriously that you are not a casual person. You can't do this to me.

2. Hold each other, and then let things happen naturally, and then let her be responsible.

As an adult, Meg, of course, is very natural to gently embrace her, soft but plump body, just like water.

"You say, are we going to die?" Irina said softly.

Meg's hand stopped and was silent for a moment, whispering in her ear, "yes, but not now."

Irina's mouth turned up, showing a bright smile, comfortable leaning on the solid chest, "still so warm."

"Because this heart is still burning for you." McGonagall's hand slowly tightened and held her tightly.

All the thoughts disappeared in this moment, and he just wanted to hold her, quietly and tightly, as if everything would be very beautiful.

"Numbness." Irina some dislike said, slightly flushed cheek close to his chest, listening to the warm beating heart, and the hot temperature, the smile on the face how can not hide.

……

It's only 998

A line of words the size of rice grains floated slowly through Meg's mind