My Heroic Life

"Obviously she is a good woman, why should you say it like this."

The reason why young people have been banned from drinking for many years finally began to appear. Roland drunkenly stroked Joan's cheek, and said softly: "It doesn't matter what other people do, at least I like this kind of Joan."

The blond saint’s cheeks began to flush like never before. She was breathing fast, and her head began to dizzy. Her eyes drooped and she didn’t even dare to look at the face of the man in front of her. She was in a trance and she said with excitement:

"I, actually I..."

"Go to sleep."

"Hey?!"

Roland's mind was swollen, and a strong sleepiness surged. He subconsciously wanted to hurry up and put Joan to sleep, but this sentence had a different meaning in the ears of Joan, who had heard Drake speak at the banquet.

"Sleep together, you are a good woman, have more confidence in yourself."

Roland continued to comfort, but these words were understood in Joan's mind as a compliment to his body.

She lowered her head to look at her full body, a flat abdomen without any fat, and her slender legs. She seemed to be more confident.

"Lan, do you think I have a feminine charm?"

"Huh?" The young man rubbed his head and comforted the girl who looked at the water flowing in his eyes while insisting on not falling asleep:

"Of course, after marriage, it must be a gentle and virtuous type."

"Knot, get married!"

For a moment, Joan's brain became angry, and the word marriage successfully evoked her peculiar brain circuit of self-aggression, and she began to dream in a panic.

Get married, isn’t it too soon?And the situation in the trial court is not optimistic. If I get married...it doesn't seem to matter if I don't have children, wait!child?Roland is a human body, can he have children after marriage?If there is, will he admit to such a child?

This ethical issue is too complicated, and the saint's thinking is overwhelmed. She raised her head in a daze, thinking that she should ask the meaning of "husband" first.

"Lan, you, do you want me to get pregnant?"

Roland, who was speaking comforting words, stopped when he heard the words, and the smile on his face also froze, his eyes widened and trembling:

"You, what did you say?"

Author's message:

ps: ask for a monthly pass, I am going to die without a ticket, crying

Chapter 46 You listen to me explain (two in one)

"Uh, um, my head, my head hurts."

Roland's consciousness rolled in a heavy headache, and his mind gradually awoke from its hazyness. Although he had not opened his eyes, he had already begun to mumble.

He lay on the bed and rubbed his forehead. Although he slept all night, his alcohol strength still remained. He moved his arm slightly, feeling a soft touch, and there were some fine silks under him.

What is this?

Roland thought in a daze, and suddenly felt a sense of violation.

Ok?Why am I lying down?By the way, what seemed to happen yesterday?It feels shocking, but I can't remember it anymore.

He was thinking strangely, but the soft object in front of him moved and hummed.

"Huh, eh, hey? This is..."

The familiar voice awakened Roland for an instant. He opened his eyes suddenly, and his aim was to stick to the saint who was rubbing his head in his arms. It was the plumpness of Jeanne's chest that touched his arm, and the silky thing under him It's her loose blonde hair.

"!"

Roland was stunned for a moment. In an emergency, he wanted to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep, but he happened to hit the blue pupil raised by Jeanne.

"Ah, Lan, good morning."

The saint greeted her dazedly with a sweet smile.

Roland responded with a stiff smile. What he didn't know was that at this moment, Joan of Arc's mind was still on the thinking of yesterday. It is natural for the two married in her thoughts to wake up in the same bed, but it was quickly and vaguely. As her consciousness gradually became clear and her memory gradually improved, Joan, rubbing her head, slowly widened her eyes, and then looked at the man next to her again.

"!"

"Stop! Calm down!"

Roland looked at him again and quickly trembled his lips. The tearful saint yelled out urgently. He knew that the icy and clean saint had somehow gone to bed with others, and there would definitely be problems when he woke up. He doesn't want to worry about what happened last night, so he will fool around and talk about it.

Roland first said:

"Jan of Arc! Take a look at our clothes before speaking!"

"Yi, clothes?"

The six gods without a master Joan was taken aback for a moment. Following Roland's instructions, she lowered her head and saw that although it was a little messy, there was indeed no sign of leaving her body.

"We obviously haven't taken off our clothes."

"This, yes, yes."

Roland directly emphasized the subject, and Joan nodded after hearing this.

"So, the current situation is that the two of us who were drunk were only assigned to a room with only one bed in the room. We fell asleep and woke up a few hours later, right?"

"It seems, yes."

After listening to Roland's explanation, Joan felt that there was nothing wrong with Roland. Roland's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he said seriously to the saint:

"In other words, we...actually just slept closer."

"Hey?"

"Think about it, if we replace the bed with the ground, is there any problem with our behavior?"

"This, on the ground, it seems to be nothing."

After hearing this, Joan remembered that when the military conditions were the worst, everyone huddled together to sleep on the leeward side. It seemed to be no different from this?She nodded slightly in agreement, and Roland smiled upon seeing this, and said confidently:

"So, we didn't do anything wrong, the problem is this bed!"

"Bed? But, huh?"

The saint tilted her head in confusion. She followed Roland's words and thought about it again. It seemed that it was right, but it also felt that something was wrong.

Roland was secretly relieved and immediately got out of bed. After he moved the chair and sat down, he immediately carried out the second step to Joan, who was temporarily fainted-to divert attention, and he waved his hand and said directly:

"Stop thinking about these meaningless things. Tell me about your experience. Time was limited yesterday. I only talked about my general situation. I haven't heard you."