Chapter 47, a slightly tearful request
Finally, Droste and Mrs. Isabel were kissing and whispering in each other's ears on the sofa.

It wasn't until late enough that the crows in Droste's room flew into the living room and made a lot of noise, saying all sorts of nonsense like bondage and wife.

The noise frightened Droste.

Droste also moved his oppressed body, as if it was trapped in a ball of cotton.

In his left hand, he held a pair of slightly damp suspender socks in a small box as a gift, and in his right hand, he held up the arrogant black crow Bai Ze.

Slowly said goodbye to Mrs. Isabel.

"Click."

As the door of the room closed, Droste threw Bai Ze into the air.

Bai Ze flapped his wings and flew to his wooden shelf.

"..."

Perhaps sensing the difference in the atmosphere, Bai Ze didn't call out anything more. He just stood quietly on its wooden shelf, looking at Droste's figure.

As he approached the bird feed, Droste's mind was still somewhat empty.

Mrs. Isabel's words were still circulating in his mind.

Most importantly, Mrs. Isabel said she was nervous? Because it was her first time too?
What's going on? Aren't they married? Don't elves need to sleep when they are married?
You can ask Mrs. Isabel next time. She was too busy this time and couldn’t speak.

He shook his head.

Droste gently poured the bird feed into a small plate near the wooden stand, and then poured some water into the water bowl on the wooden stand.

He turned around and lay on his bed, with Mrs. Isabel's affectionate words echoing in his mind.

Mrs. Isabel said: Among the elves, they would carefully regulate their bodies 7-10 days before the wedding.

Because elves are gifts from heaven and earth, they attach great importance to marriage and union.

Therefore, they will regulate their bodies within these 7-10 days to bring their energy and spirit to the highest level, and then enter the marriage hall under the witness of many elves and the heaven and earth.

On the wedding night when they are deeply in love, they will hug each other tightly and make sure they are on the same page through chatting and some intimate behaviors all night long.

After all, the life of an elf is very long.

In the days to come, it is very important to support each other and have the same ideas as each other.

If you need a child, you only need to go to the Yue Lao Pool to seek the Holy Water of Elves. Under the catalysis of the essence of the sun and the moon, you can conceive a more natural elf.

Is this also the reason why the number of elves is decreasing?
As Droste listened, his thoughts couldn't help but wander to other strange angles.

Thesis: Research on the derivativeness of elven populations.

He didn't understand what was said later either, because Mrs. Isabel's skills were so excellent that it was difficult for Droste to concentrate.

Oh, knowledge is priceless.

So Drost, in the tenderness of Mrs. Isabel, accepted the request for postponement.

After all, Mrs. Isabel looked at Droste with tears in her eyes, a slightly crying tone and aggrieved look.

Droste felt that there should be no one in the world who could be refused.

anyone.

Mrs. Isabel's eyes seemed to be dripping with tears, and some parts of her body were also like that.

Her lips were slightly parted, making it hard not to kiss her.

"How about next Tuesday? The dessert shop will open on Saturday, and we'll be ready by Tuesday evening and that'll be about right..."

His expression was gentle, his peach blossom eyes were misty, and he looked serious.

It took a lot of determination for Droste not to continue to gag Mrs. Isabel.

Spare her cherry mouth and rosy lips.

It’s Tuesday, so there are still about six or seven days left.

Droste let out a long sigh, wondering how many hours were left until Tuesday. As a self-proclaimed gentleman, Droste had a clear idea of ​​his position.

Or even just three points.

First, never act on impulse.

Second, an absolute judge...loving but never promiscuous, taking relationships seriously.

Third, a fun person.

That's why Droste can live more freely like he does now, just as Droste and Teacher Ilinal said.

Free and unconstrained, but with an absolute bottom line in the heart.

It was the same when I was with Isabel, even though I was just an insignificant landlord and there were plenty of houses to rent in the world.

But meeting is fate, and Droste still cherishes the tenderness from Mrs. Isabel.

Isabel, a shy but open-minded good wife.

Thinking silently, Droste fell asleep unknowingly.

In his dream, Droste dreamed that he became a warrior, a sword warrior.

His sword is one of the holy swords - the Black Flame Holy Sword.

The enemy is a deep and nameless entity sealed in a pink barrier.

I don’t know the depth, the cold or the hot, the properties, or the situation.

But it doesn’t matter, the Sword Hero’s weapon, the Black Flame Holy Sword has many strange skills.

For example, the sword body has its own heating function and can release scorching heat from the sword body.

For example, the high-frequency oscillation function can activate sufficiently powerful, stimulating functions in a short period of time.

Remove the seal and launch the strongest attack.

The Black Flame Holy Sword finally broke the seal and pierced into the inexplicably terrifying - the deep and nameless thing.

I don’t know why, but in his dream, what Droste heard was not screams.

Rather, it was the occasional moan or groan that came from Mrs. Isabel's throat, or the suppressed low cry that suddenly came out for no apparent reason.

It seems like a strange dream.

The thoughts in Droste's mind fluttered gently, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

……

Mrs. Isabel next door had not yet gone to bed, suppressing her inner throbbing.

She opened the book in the deepest part of her suitcase. On the rustic cover were written a few simple words - Book of Elves.

Flipping through a pile of incomprehensible catalogues, Isabelle's hand finally landed on two words - wedding preparations.

And behind the marriage, there are several subheadings - maintenance.

After preparing a lot of messy things, Isabel gently flipped through them.

Then, her eyes were drawn to a potion on it.

The above potion is one of the special potions used by the elves to regulate their breathing and bodies during the wedding preparations.

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