Sylvide looked back, the watery moonlight hung on her cheek, and the edges shone like there was a thin edge of down. Under the slender eyebrows, a little starlight flashed in the depths of her eyes, with a narrow mouth,

A flicker of shyness and a bit of courage:

"how?"

Fang's heart was pounding, and his mind was in a state of confusion, as if he had lost his ability to control himself. He just looked at the other party stupidly. After a while, he asked softly: "Sylvid...?"

But now there is no more sound

Sylvide lowered her head and gently picked up his hand with only one hand. The palms of their two men gently joined each other, and their slender white fingertips were intertwined with his five fingers.

Only then did she raise her head, looking at him quietly with eyes like the shallow sea, she moved a little closer, lowered her body and put one hand on the edge of the bed, and climbed up. Under the thin pajamas, the delicate back of the collarbone was visible.

A piece of delicate skin, the curves gradually become graceful, the moonlight is staggered to one edge, like silver sand, the clear silk shines across the hills, and then gradually converges under a secret color.

Fang looked at this scene with a blushing face, but did not dare to look away.

The girl gently raised one foot, swayed her toes slightly, threw away her shoes, revealing her snow-white ankle, then raised her other leg and knelt down as well. She held Fang's hand with one hand and held Fang's hand with the other.

With his hands on Fang's side, his whole body almost leaned forward.

His dark eyes sparkling with starlight were looking at his captain intently.

The lip color of the noble daughter's rose reflects the moonlight and sparkles, just like the dewdrops on the stamens, trembling slightly.

Fang sniffed the fragrant orchid scent, couldn't help it anymore, and just pecked it gently. Under the dark color, the tears on the rose petals were falling quietly, as if they were cold springs, cold and gentle;

The stars are twinkling, twinkling, passing through the long time, the mottled night sky, and the bright glass, sprinkling silver frost on the ground

In the darkness, flowing quietly.

Fang wrapped one hand around the noble daughter's soft waist, and held up the other person's cheek with one hand. Sylvester felt the burning temperature of his palm, and couldn't help but let out a thin, low moan from the depths of her throat.

, Fang couldn't control it in an instant, and moved one hand down to gently open the other party's buttons.

A soft touch bounced out and gently touched the back of his hand.

Fang's heart skipped a beat.

He straightened up, turned the girl over, and pressed her down on the bed. But the messy and thin pajamas and the lifted collar covered the cold brilliance, the sultry curves, and the snow-white dunes. Looking down, only the girl could be seen.

The flat, snow-white waist is like a sea of ​​silver sand, coldly reflecting the moonlight.

Sylvester's watery eyes seemed to have nothing left in the darkness, and only Fang's shadow was reflected in the depths of her dark blue pupils.

She looked at him a little dazedly, and Fang also looked at him. He raised his right hand, carefully holding the fragile face, and carefully savored the long, slightly trembling eyelashes, like petals.

It's the subtle fragrance of laurel.

The nobleman's eyes flickered.

He can only hold a rare treasure, which is far heavier than all the holy objects in the world.

The two people's eyes intertwined, and in the silence, it was even louder than the sound.

Fang asked the other party's wishes with his eyes.

Sylvester bit her lip, a trace of fear flashed in her heart, but she still mustered up all the courage she had had since she was a girl and nodded lightly.

But this is the time.

Her eyes reflected a little kid crawling out from behind Fang, looking sleepy, looking at the two of them with a hint of curiosity and confusion. The little girl rubbed the corners of her eyes until she saw Sylvide's appearance clearly,

His flaming eyes suddenly lit up, and he stretched out his hand with a sweet voice:

"Mom, hug!"

The sound was like a clear spring water, which suddenly made Fang wake up.

He quickly turned around, pressed Nini's head with his fingers, pushed her off his shoulder with an "ouch", and threw her on the bed.

Fang then blushed and turned around to look at the girl Sylvado who was still half-clothed. Needless to say, it was his previous masterpiece. But he was so embarrassed for a moment that he didn't know what to say, even

I was too embarrassed to cover him with a quilt.

Sylvide lowered her eyelashes and pulled the sheets with her hands.

There was an awkward silence between the two of them for a while.

Until Sylvide suddenly burst into laughter and looked at his embarrassed look with crooked eyes.

"Do you want to continue?"

she asked softly.

Fang shook his head, stretched out his hand, and gently closed the collar of the other party's pajamas.

He looked at the other party with bright eyes, and said in a gravelly voice:

"Miss Sylvide."

"Um."

Sylvester curled her eyes and responded carefully.

Dan Fang looked at her and replied:

"will you marry me?"

"Um."

Sylvide responded carefully again.

"I know that there are many differences between the chosen ones and the aborigines..."

"But I am serious. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will definitely marry you."

Quietly, Fang spoke seriously, as if narrating a promise: "Will you go to Earth with me?"

Sylvester's eyes flashed brightly: "Go to another world?"

"Um."

"Can Ed do it?"

"...Actually, Miss Miya is more suitable for you," she raised her hand, gently pressed the back of his hand, and said softly: "Ed, you have to leave this place eventually. I am willing to let you be in my life.

The most profound memory left behind has nothing to do with anything else, not my father, nor the Seven Seas Traveler."

"But one day, we will be separated from each other," the noble daughter playfully winked and said in a brisk tone, "This has nothing to do with the captain's choice, of course, as long as Miss Miya is willing."

Fang shook his head vigorously.

He also clasped the other person's hand, as if from the connected palms, he could feel the connected hearts, and said, "I've actually been thinking about this."

"If the Dragon Worshipers can go to our world," Fang was so serious that he seemed a little clumsy and stammered: "Sylvid, I will definitely find a way to let you go."

"real?"

"real."

The girl's mouth curved slightly, as if she believed it, but also as if she didn't care.

"...Then, can you pull me up, Captain?"

Fang was startled for a moment, then quickly stood up and took the hand of his ship officer, making her sit up from the bed.

Sylvide looked at her own appearance, then turned away with a slight blush, and fastened her buttons one by one.

But after a while, she turned around with a wave of long golden hair, and looked at Fang with some affection. Then she silently stretched out a hand, palm upward, and made a fist with five fingers. Fang raised his head and looked at this with some confusion.

One scene.

Sylvester gently opened her hand, and a silver button lay quietly on her open palm.

When Fang saw this scene, his face turned red again, and he couldn't help but think of the ridiculous scene before.

But compared to a momentary impulse

He could still hope to give this noble daughter to his sweetheart, a real promise.

Although there was a hint of sadness in the young man's heart, he had no regrets. After all, the two of them still had a long life together. He clenched his fist and made up his mind to bring Sylvide back to the earth no matter what. No matter how difficult it was, but

He has never been afraid.

The girl and the boy conveyed each other's feelings with their eyes, but finally aroused dissatisfaction from someone on the side.

"Mom, Papa!" Nini covered her red forehead and looked at the two of them aggrievedly.

Fang and Sylvide then turned around, glanced at the little guy, and couldn't help but be stunned. Then they looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile.

Fang stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the little girl's forehead. Fortunately, Nini didn't hold any grudge at all. She only looked at him with a little fear, as if she was afraid that 'Papa' would not want her. Sylvide also extended her hand.

Come and tuck this little girl's long flame-colored hair.

Nini was now happy. She narrowed her eyes and looked happy.

On the desk, Tata raised his head from his thick book, looked at this scene, and shook his head slightly.

Only then did Sylvide pick up Nini and place it on her knees. She looked at Fang with bright eyes, raised her hand, took the blanket from the other's hand, and gently pulled it like a piece of ink.

The green sea drew in and covered the three of them.

She, Nini and Fang
To be continued...