The scorching breath gradually faded away, and then the dim firelight illuminated half of the tent. Nastu stood in the light and walked towards her step by step.
Like a messenger holding a lantern in the darkness, guiding the way for those who have lost their way.
Su Yumo couldn't help but stare in amazement. Stu took the slippery little hand that had his scent on it, led her to the table, and put it into the water.
Holding her from behind, washing her carefully and cautiously, not even leaving out the area between his fingers, Su Yumo just had to stand there.
Su Yumo had a feeling that the picture was bought by her, and this was the after-sales service.
She turned slightly to stare at his profile, his chin was flat and the curve was sharp.
So handsome! It’s true that serious men are the best looking.
Su Yumo turned around and made small talk, "Isn't this water from three years ago?"
"It's not just the water from three years ago, it's the water from ten years ago." Nastu said lightly.
"oh."
The slender hands in the water looked even more delicate against the firelight.
Nastu was reluctant to let go, even though the things on it were gone.
Su Yumo's courage was exhausted and his face gradually turned red.
"Is that all right?"
"alright."
If you wash it again you won't be able to leave.
Nastu picked up the cloth beside the table, took her hand out of the water and wiped it gently.
It was as if this hand was not made of flesh, but of jade from heaven.
Su Yumo really couldn't stand this kind of torture where he had to wipe it off without doing anything.
She snatched the cloth from his hand and started wiping it herself. It was done in three or four attempts.
Nastu looked at her quick movements, smiled faintly, took the cloth from her hand, and wiped his hands casually.
"Okay, don't fall asleep. I'll come back later."
"I understand." Su Yumo nodded.
Nastu couldn't help but peck her rosy cheek and ran out of the tent before Su Yumo could move.
Su Yumo looked back and only saw a black robe hem. In the dim light, she saw a bed on her right. She took off her boots, rubbed her legs, and sat down cross-legged on it.
Su Yumo put her hands on her knees and asked, "System, how long can I stay here? Will I leave after giving birth?"
"Host, when your child reaches the age of nineteen, you will leave this world and go to the next."
nineteen.
These two words seemed to echo in the empty valley surrounded by mountains, one after another, hitting her mind.
She was completely petrified.
With a trembling voice, he said, "Then I will have to stay here for nineteen years."
"No!"
Su Yumo raised his head, his neck was like a white swan, straight and elegant, but it was a pity that he could not flap his wings and fly.
Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling...
"Host, please don't get excited. Nineteen years in this world is equivalent to nineteen days in the real world."
Her body trembled, as if she saw hope, "Is it true?"
"Absolutely true."
"So how many worlds do I have to visit?"
"Your world quests haven't been fully assigned yet. So far, there are two, and there's an ellipsis after them, so there should be more than or equal to two."
"You are really rigorous." Su Yumo was in tears.
Nineteen days. Imagine that she traveled through five worlds, then the real world would have been ninety-five days in the past, and ninety-five days is about three months.
Three months, exactly the ninth month of my senior sister’s pregnancy.
But what if it’s not five worlds?
Su Yumo asked tentatively: "How many worlds did your previous host travel through at most?"
"The minimum is three, and the maximum is twelve."
There are also numbers greater than ten.
How can people live like this?
"Do you have any principles for formulating this? Will you set a reasonable number of times based on the host's needs?"
"Without principles, everything is fate."
This sentence completely strangled Su Yumo's throat.
Thousands of words finally converged into a sigh and disappeared into the air a second later.
When the enemy comes, we will fight him; when the water comes, we will block it with earth. There is nothing that cannot be overcome.
Instead of worrying about the future, it is better to live in the present.
Get that Stu in your pocket tonight, and then travel the world and live your life.
All anxiety is just empty talk.
Very good, I convinced myself.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"Host, please take care of yourself."
"Take care of yourself. I can't feel any pain anymore, can I? Or are you lying to me?"
Su Yumo grasped the key words and his eyes became stern.
"No, no, even though you won't feel any pain, you'll still be tired. We're doing this for your own good."
"Well, if you really care about me, revive me now."
"Warning! Warning! Someone is approaching the host."
"Ding Dong!"
The same scene happened again, and Su Yumo was used to it.
Slowly lower your raised head and wait for the unknown person.
Who could it be?
It should be a woman, with light steps and the sound of accessories, probably earrings.
Su Yumo looked at the door. As she expected, a white hand lifted the curtain, and the green beads on the wrist gleamed.
The visitor raised his eyebrows when he saw Su Yumo sitting upright on the couch.
Su Yumo noticed that she liked to raise her eyebrows when she was excited and happy, and her facial muscles were very flexible.
"What's up?"
Come to think of it, they both have the same surname - Su.
Su Diya bent over, took small steps, and approached Su Yumo little by little.
Su Yumo looked at the woman's strange movements, and her eyebrows twitched.
Logically, she is the guest, so she should be the one doing such sneaky actions.
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