"Thorn, why are you staring at my clothes?"

Sitting by the dresser, Andrina saw through the mirror a snow-white dress that Thorne put on her lap, her focused expression was like a highly skilled tailor contemplating the craftsmanship of this dress.

Seeing his cute and serious appearance, the sorceress's mouth evoked a faint smile.

"It's nothing, I just want to study why your dress is so difficult to understand." Looking at the rope behind the dress that was burned by the flames, Thorne blushed, withdrew his gaze in a guilty conscience, and threw it on the bed at will. superior.

"No need to study, I will never wear that kind of dress again." Andrina, who was wearing a slightly loose tunic dress, giggled when she saw Thorne's embarrassment, so much that she thrushed her eyebrows. The pen almost smears on delicate cheeks.

Clothes that could be undone instantly with a gentle pull on the lace were in the hands of this ranger, but became more difficult than an Olympiad problem. Thinking of this, Andrina suddenly recalled someone from last night. The Ranger's cute and anxious look made him laugh.

She actually wanted to ask Thorne, 'Don't you wear shoes with laces? ’, after thinking about it, let it go, because it would embarrass him to the point of embarrassment.

"So, you are worried that I will burn your clothes next time." Thorne was a little depressed. At a critical moment last night, he couldn't untie the straps behind Anders Lena's dress and let him I can't wait to find a hole to dig in.

Fortunately, I have the ability to control fire. Thorne looked at the pale orange fire flashing in his palm, and couldn't help thinking happily.

Then, he turned his attention to Andrina next to the dresser. Although she was wearing a simple red tunic, she still couldn't hide her pretty face and graceful figure.

Looking at the sorceress he is most familiar with, Thorne thinks that compared to the gorgeous dress, he still likes her simple dress the most.

This fits his image of a goddess, Thorne thought to himself.

"Of course not, because I understand your character, it's impossible for my family's Thorne to have a tango soul with me at the dance, so I don't think this kind of dress that can only be used at a banquet or a dance is possible in my life. Useful."

Andrina frowned, staring at the mirror to draw eyeliner and eyelashes, "To be honest, this kind of clothes is actually not that comfortable to wear, every time I wear this kind of clothes, I don't choose to tighten the waist too much. , In order to pursue a thinner waist, and then tightening it too much, it may even lead to fainting and death."

"You mean that many women's slender waists are strangled like this by external forces?" Thorne's surprised expression was as if he had discovered a new world. He glanced at Anderina's slender waist subconsciously. Limb, and complained: "It always feels like a deformed beauty."

"Don't worry, I am a natural beauty, you can just have fun."

Andrina smiled indifferently, and then sighed: "No way, who makes you men look beautiful with thin waists. Waist binding and foot binding can be described as the two major feudal bad habits in the East and the West in ancient times."

After she finished speaking, she continued to get busy in the sizable line-up of bottles and jars. Powder brushes, charcoal pencils for eyeliner and eyebrows, and lipstick smeared all over this beautiful face in the mirror.

Outside the open window came the soft sound of pebbles being kicked against the wall, and a muffled cry was brazenly singing a vulgar ballad.

"Beauty, are you all right?" Thorne lay on the bed with his whole body, and the faint fragrance lingered in his nostrils, which made him very enjoy.

When he approached Andrina's pillow on the inside of the bed, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of vitality potion and life potion, and immediately understood why she was so aggressive in the morning.

"Soon, don't worry, dear Mr. Ranger, this is the fourth time you've asked me." Andrina got up and closed the window, and put all the bottles on the table into a small purse. , then take out a wooden comb and scissors.

"Come here." Then, she picked up the scissors, got up from the chair, and looked at the bored ranger. The sharp scissors cut and closed in the sorceress's hands, making a slight clicking sound.

"What are you doing?" Thorne straightened up and looked at Andrina, who was half-smiling, his eyes resting on the scissors that were eager to try in her hands. The sunlight sneaking in through the window sash was speeding up how sharp his scissors were.

"Your hair is too messy, I'll help you trim it, otherwise, wouldn't you be blind to your face." While playing with the scissors in her hand, Andrina showed a gentle and kind expression, right The confused Ranger pursed his lips and smiled.

Thorne subconsciously reached out and stroked the messy black hair. He felt that it had indeed grown a lot, so he sat down on the chair on the dresser and let the other party deal with it.

Andrina used a wooden comb to comb his messy hair, and from time to time she used scissors to cut off a bunch of disobedient hair.

"What's your relationship with that paladin?" Andrina suddenly asked abruptly.

"Paladin? Is it a dragonborn paladin?" Thorne looked startled, looking at his usual calm face in the mirror, and guessed subconsciously.

"It's the human paladin Nolan." Andrina stopped the hand combing Thorne's hair, bent her slender waist, and looked at the calm ranger with her deep beautiful eyes, and smiled slightly: "Tell the truth."

Thorne looked at her deep eyes, and sniffed the long black hair that stroked his cheeks. For a moment, he felt the golden light flashing in Andersina's black eyes.

He chuckled, shrugged again, leaned back on the chair, and told her truthfully without caring: "She is a friend of mine."

"Friend? I met here? Is it real?" The sensitive sorceress felt a tightness in her heart when she heard her friend, and couldn't help but ask.

"Reality." Thorne replied honestly.

"What's the matter? How did you meet?" Andrina straightened up, pretending she didn't care, and continued to work on Thorne's unruly hair.

"It doesn't really matter. She helped me once, and it happened that the two of us met again in Winter City, and we had the same illness, so we became pretty good friends."

"Help you once?" The scissors in Andrina's hand passed over Thorne's ear, and with a soft click, a bunch of disobedient hair slipped quietly.

"Her occupation is a people's policeman. Once my pet cat was lost, and then she helped me find it back. I came into contact with him once in the real world, but it was just a one-sided relationship." Thorne Blow out a bunch of hair that was cut off because of disobedience and ended up on his cheeks, and explained to her.

"Thorn, I hope you can only belong to me in the future." Andrina was silent for a while, picked up the scissors again, and cut off a bunch of hair that was not obedient, and said slowly:

"Because I don't want the person I like to have other women on their minds, and I don't like sharing a man with other women either."

Thorne looked at Andrina's serious look in the mirror, and found that the two had known each other for so long, and he had never seen her so serious.

So, he met her gaze and nodded.