The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 132: Flowers Bloom

Chapter 132 Ch.131 Flowers Bloom

A single bed is called a single bed because it is for single person use only.

With two people, it seems a bit crowded.

Roland and Enid were not the type with broad shoulders, but even so, they still felt somewhat cramped - especially when he and she lay side by side, shoulders touching, and there were only two people breathing in the room...

A dim and quiet space will make people's hearing and touch more acute.

such as.

What is she doing?
The feather under the pillow seemed to float into Roland's empty mind, tickling him again and again.

Rustling——

Silky short socks rubbing against each other...

No.

She took off her socks.

Two long, thin feet, with toes slightly curled up, were hidden under the quilt.

It was the fingers grabbing the bed sheet, rolling it carelessly, or the legs twisting together, pulling the whole quilt and two violently beating hearts to wrinkle...

What is she doing?
Roland was curious.

Even more curious than the world during sleep.

Rustling——

The vibration coming from the side, is it facing towards me, or away from me?

If he turned around, his neck would feel a faint and continuous heat; if he turned his back, his legs would be squeezed and scratched given Enid's curve...

What is she doing?
Roland's muscles were tense as he lay dead on the bed, like a piece of dried bacon.

Eyes open, staring at the empty ceiling.

No one spoke.

Communicate only with each other's breath.

"Stop making pancakes, both of you. Go to sleep or not."
-
I think I blocked you.

"No, you were just staring at her feet..."
-
Goodbye.

Lieyan cursed and then was gradually erased from Roland's sight.

Roland coughed lightly.

The breathing beside me suddenly became still.

"…Enid."

"Ok?"

"I can not sleep."

Enid waited for a moment before she replied softly, "Maybe it's still early."

Roland knew that this had nothing to do with time.

A strange, burning emotion, as fine as a needle, penetrated his skin like a lightning bolt, causing numbness but not pain. It grew more and more intense, making it difficult for his hands and feet to calm down.

The scent of violets permeated the room, on the quilt and pillow, and went up his nostrils, all the way into his brain, and then, whispered:
"Do I smell good..."

'Roland?'

After the wrench was blocked, the flames seemed to penetrate into his heart from his eyes, burning him to the point of being unbearable.

He wanted to get up and leave the room immediately, but there was always a voice in his brain tempting and suggesting him to turn to the left.

Face the source of the smell.

Roland gladly accepted the proposal.

Turning sideways, he turned to Enid.

The next moment, he laughed out loud.

Exactly the same as myself.

The presiding judge's eyes were also blank, staring at the corpse lying on the ceiling.

"puff…"

For the first time he saw shame and anger on Enid's face.

"Don't be silly, Roland. The sleeping world is very dangerous."

"But just like this, we won't be able to go to the sleepless world tomorrow..." The young man in the darkness showed his white teeth, his eyebrows curved: "Should we get up and have some dinner?"

Enid was hesitant; she didn't want to leave the bed.

Or a quilt or...

"I'm not hungry yet," she said softly.

The vision in the darkness became increasingly strange, so she pursed her lips, turned sideways, and faced Roland with her back.

The room returned to silence.

The breathing of the two people rose and fell, becoming clearer and clearer.

call…

suck.

call…

suck.

Roland subconsciously listened to hers and adjusted his own, and then the breathing sounds of the two people became that of one person;
But that's boring.

So Roland tried to take two quick breaths in her one breath.

call…

Breathe, breathe—

suck…

Insert it like this.

He could also do the opposite of her: when she inhaled, he exhaled; when she exhaled, Roland inhaled.

Let’s see who will be the messiest one in the end? After playing for a few minutes, Enid couldn’t help herself.

"Roland." The presiding judge's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of anger, "You will never fall asleep like this."

Roland just kept laughing.

I don’t know what I ate or drank, but there was a burp in my laughter - hahahahaha burp hahahaha.

such.

Then Enid started laughing too.

The two people lay on the bed, laughing one after another.

Then it became smaller and smaller, becoming inaudible.

"Roland."

"Enid?"

"I'm a little cold." Enid tightened the quilt. "Just say something."

"Just say something."

It was indeed a bit cold in the room.

Enid didn't come back often, and there were few ashes in the fireplace.

The fire that had just been lit was not enough to warm the entire room.

Roland thought so.

but…

He also considered that Enid belonged to the Holy Flame.

"Holy Flame" Eight Rings.

The eight-ring ritualist who manipulates flames is almost immortal - to be frank, she only looks like a mortal on the surface.

Almost inhuman inside.

Would such a ritualist...feel cold?
Roland didn't know.

But it was still his natural 'intuition' that urged him to take some action.

Enid curled up her legs slightly, coiling herself like a baby in the amniotic fluid, quietly feeling the loneliness and coldness of being isolated from the world.

I don’t know how long.

A source of heat slid over my shoulder.

Like a snake baked by the scorching sun, it pushed open the tightly closed quilt and moved forward, sticking to her arm.

In addition, there was an embarrassing sound.

"They, um, said the color of my eyes was somewhat similar to sunlight."

Enid said nothing.

"so."

So what?
"so…"

Say it.

"perhaps…"

Say it.

"Your body is also hotter than the average person?"

There is absolutely no logical explanation.

The woman facing the wall raised her lips, her eyes filled with joy.

She gently lifted the quilt with her arms, took off the stiff 'snake' on her arms, held him, and let him wrap around her waist.

Slowly pull forward...

The two bodies came closer.

Enid hummed comfortably through her nose and moved her legs, waist and shoulders to make herself sit more firmly.

"I'm starting to warm up, Roland."

Enid said.

"Sleep like this, we won't be cold anymore."

Roland: ...

It was his turn to sigh.

There's no way you're going to fall asleep like this, ma'am.

When the winter snakes are awakened, spring arrives.

"When I was little, my brother held me like this and coaxed me to sleep."

Roland blinked.

"elder brother?"

"My brother," Enid whispered, "but he disappeared quickly."

Roland pursed his lips.

"I didn't mean to bring up your sad story..."

"It's not sad, Roland." Enid's voice was smiling: "He is not dead, he is just lost."

"You didn't look for him again? He's the presiding judge now."

"I won't look for him."

Enid said.

"I'm just 'waiting'." The woman chuckled and buried her face in the pillow: "...He asked me to wait, so I will wait. I will wait for him... I... will... soon..."

Roland sniffed the faint floral scent on her hair and moved his itchy face.

Closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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