Rescue Fairy Tail Meimei

Snapped! Naz just finished speaking and was slapped by Layla~ The voice was so crisp that it could be heard from a hundred meters away. It can be seen how hard Layla used... This sudden violent slap in the face made Leila slap all around. The audience in the distance and the owner of the cold drink shop were all in a cold sweat, and said to their heart: This terribly beautiful lady, you can't annoy this uncle anymore. You can get him angry again, you may be fine, but we All are to be buried with you first!

"Hehe~ It hurts, Sister Layla, your strength is really great, you can’t tell from the outside~ But I have thick skin, but your hand hurts when I slapped it, quickly~ bring it. Let me see~" Naz looked calm and unwavering, letting Layla slap him for the first time in his life without being angry—

It is difficult for him to get angry with Layla...because for this woman, Naz has more than just love, and he doesn't know what kind of other feelings he has. Anyway, it's too complicated...too hasty...too at a loss...

Naz picked up Leila's trembling right hand, and found that the jade knuckles and palms that were originally round and jade turned blood red. It was obvious that she had slapped Naz and injured her own hand~ Naz felt a slight twitch in her heart. Dare to think about why Leila slapped herself.

Because the magic of the body was suppressed by the power of the world of Adras, Layla could not use magic to drive the flames to recover her bruises, so Naz ignored the palm of her right hand and stretched out the dragon-tongue. A job that I haven't done for a long time... In just a short while, the bruises on Laila's palm disappeared completely, and the tremor of her hand from the pain also disappeared a lot.

"Don't do this next time, remember~ My body is too thick, if you hit me casually, I will only hurt for a while and nothing will happen at all, but you will be hurt... Uh..." Naz said After I raised my eyes to look at Layla, she was surprised to see Laila's red eyes and teary eyes~

"You...you cry...cry? It hurts...does it hurt?" Naz subconsciously raised his hand to make Layla's tears disappear, but he was thrown away by Layla~

"Yeah! I cried because it hurts~ but it's not my hand hurts, but my heart hurts, my heart hurts! You... you bad boy! You look so hard, don't you... tell me earlier... …It made my hands swollen!" Layla’s words made Naz speechless for a while, but it was still funny.

"You are not allowed to talk about yourself in the future! Otherwise...otherwise I will fan you! Even if you are made of steel-skinned stone, I will still fan it. If the palm fan is swollen, it doesn't matter if the fan is broken!" Laila's tone is not so serious. It was a joke. Naz suddenly felt a little headache. This woman caught his weakness!

"Didn’t you just call me Leila’s mother, and I refused... But now I have changed my mind, you can call me Leila’s mother again~ oh! No~ just call me mother, anyway, my daughter Lucy is only seventeen years old. You look like you are only seventeen or eighteen years old, enough to be my son! Hurry up, give it a try now! Hurry up, mother and listen~"

The expression on Layla's face didn't have the slightest smile, some were just serious and serious... Naz knew she was not joking, she was definitely asking herself to be her son very seriously! But... there was a trace of struggle in Naz's eyes. The void in his heart needs to be filled. That's right, but he doesn't want to treat his own woman as... ahem... ?

In Ulu, Karen and other mistresses, and now on Layla, what Naz is trying to obtain is only the care from the mistress of the mistress that is similar to maternal love, and will not foolishly imagine the kind of self-construction. Unreal...because he knows that true maternal love is too far away from him, and it is more realistic to be a never-weaned man forever...

Naz feels that he is a contradiction, that is, he has a surrealist worldview and a romantic YY thought~

Naz, who had a decision in his heart, twisted his head decisively and said firmly, "No~ I don’t want it!" After saying that, Naz glanced at Laila and found that she was still kneeling on her stomach and did not move. Fiery is still being squeezed tightly at this moment!

"..." Layla didn't say anything, her face was determined, and she clearly felt that she could definitely conquer Naz and accept him as her son! Naz saw a burst of anger, and knew that Layla might be stubborn, but he didn't expect her to be so stubborn.

After a while, the two people who kept this posture were still there and confronted in silence, but Naz couldn’t bear to let Layla just sit there on her knees, because then her knees would be kneeling on the hard bamboo chair. It's been a long time!

"I...Okay! I lost, I admit it, Sister Layla, I admit it to Zaxing Bo~ You kneel and sit here and I feel pain for your knees, get on now~ I... ~" Naz finally conceded defeat. He doesn't have the habit of being the best for his own women. He usually compromises and accompanies himself, or simply concedes defeat.

Because Naz feels that this is not shameful, but a love story of lovers, a kind of complement and entanglement between men and women, and a touch of happiness...

...

Seeing Layla as if she would never go down without yelling, Naz stood up and cleared her throat. Anyway, she yelled several times not long ago and Naz realized that his face was thick enough, so she said: "Lei ...Layla...Mom..."

After that, Naz looked at Layla, but found that she still kept her mouth closed, she looked at herself calmly and with a deep and soft gaze~ Naz was looking a little uncomfortable, and she spoke again. Called: "Mother Leila!?"

There was still no response... Naz suddenly decided to deal with it with a strong-hard policy no matter whether she wanted it or not, but unexpectedly, when he sat up straight, Layla actually knelt on a chair and stood up straight, squeezing Naz. The head of melon seeds was held in his arms, and the two greasy, warm, and fragrant meat balls on his chest just squeezed into Naz’s front face...

Especially Layla's skirt neckline was not opened high, and now it was squeezed and pulled down by Naz's mouth, just enough to make his big mouth buried in the occupant meat-Qiuli could not extricate himself~ the smell of meat The taste of frankincense directly suppressed Naz’s riots. Where did Hundred Steelmaking feel soft and soft... it became molten iron directly...

Layla has had a daughter like Lucy. Needless to say, she must have been breastfed~ So her warm chest is different from all the women of Naz in the past. It has a temperature that even Ulu and Karen can’t match. And the breath exists! That is the breath and temperature that can make people indulge in it and don't want to wake up~

Naz has never had such an experience before, the warm and soft breath and touch that make Naz's bones soft and fluttering, it is simply the ideal home of dreams that people do not want to wake up! Naz, who was entangled in the unique warm breath of Layla, felt that his thoughts were flying~

"Huh~ Lei... Leyla!?" Naz let out a dull voice, wondering what Leyla meant by doing this.

"You are not allowed to add my name, just... just call mother! I have a daughter, and now I want to try to have another son what it feels like! Naz, you...can you satisfy my wish..." Leila gentle The terrible voice flew into Naz’s ears suddenly, and Naz almost agreed with one bite~

However, after being caught by Layla’s gentle and stubborn eyes, Naz’s dodged snake pupil was still firmly attracted, because the sincerity and persistence in this woman’s eyes defeated Naz’s heart. Escape!

"Don't refuse me... okay~ Naz? I know it may not really fill the blank in your heart, but I want to try at least! Can you try to feel the truth I bring to you~ even It doesn’t matter if I fail, let me try to be your mother and try to hug you as a mother~"

Layla inserted a soft hand into Naz’s short hair and stroked his pink hair lightly, while the other hand gently stroked Naz’s thick heart, as if trying to smooth out what was hidden in Naz’s heart. Sad, the nihility that obscures his heart...

"I...I know what you want to feel in me, although I can't guarantee that I will definitely experience it, but at least I hope it will let you experience the feeling of being held in the arms of a loved one. , Can you understand Naz~"

Naz listened to Leila's somewhat far-fetched words, he knew that this woman really wanted to try to put herself in Lucy's position, caring and loving~ Although all this sounds ridiculous, but... The biological mother cared and cared for him, and he is still an unknown existence in this life, but all this seems so hot, so precious, and like a treasure!

Layla’s true love and perseverance, Layla’s body and breath, and Laila’s heartfelt distress and love made Naz feel a trace of true love, a kind that I have never experienced before, which can make people sleep defenseless and believe unconditionally. , A different kind of love without return for deep love! The sensation that made Naz feel a little sour nose and a slight tremor in his heart appeared on the hollow of Naz's mind, trying to weave a net that can be filled...

It is a kind of deep love that is different from the love of men and women, it is a kind of maintenance of flesh and soul that transcends any emotional relationship! Originally, it was impossible for Naz to feel the strong emotions in Layla's heart so deeply, but it was precisely because Layla had become Naz’s family, the two had a bloodline connection no less than flesh and soul. Only so that Naz could fully feel the strongest emotion in Layla's heart--

She doesn’t want much... What she wants is not to get... What she expects is just to give, it is the maternal love that Naz tried to accept her... The blood became Layla to convey her true feelings and thoughts to Naz But Naz, who relied on the blood connection, got a sincere and strong feeling from Layla that surpassed the blood connection!

"Um~ okay!" Naz's body gradually no longer stiff, letting Laila put him in her arms relaxedly, burying his face deeply on her soft chest, breathing from her body The maternal breath that made Naz feel at ease.

After letting go, Naz greedily breathed the nice warm fragrance of Layla's body, without a trace of lust, enjoying the feeling of being held in the arms of a real mother, caring and loving... Naz's face was covered The faint sorrow caused by Layla gradually disappeared, restoring the bright and sunny temperament of the past~

Although this could not completely make the emotion disappear, but... Naz felt the warmth of Layla's body and the rapid throbbing of her chest and heart, and suddenly felt that perhaps this woman's stubbornness and persistence could do it! Thinking of this, a relaxed and expectant smile appeared on Naz’s face, and a beautiful arc evoked at the corner of his mouth-it’s not bad to be cared by a mother-like woman like this!

Layla hugged Naz for a while, and then moved a little away, looking at Naz with a gentle look that made Naz feel flustered, and looked at Naz quietly without speaking—

Naz is still a little unbearable for Leila's sudden maternal feelings. It is not annoying, or it can be said that it is a kind of difficulty to adapt... a panic... a childlike little arrogant...

Naz knows why Layla pushes him away and stares at him...but he hasn't fully adapted to the sudden change in the relationship and he can't quickly call out that familiar and unfamiliar word~ Since Layla discovered the secret in his heart, Naz has Having been in a passive state, Layla is like a mother with a mature and gentle temperament but a strong personality. She can't bear to refuse and press on until he has nowhere to go...nothing to say...candidly accept ...

Quietly glanced at Layla, Naz tried to find a chance to relax her breath on her face, but after looking at it for a few times, she found that she couldn't find anything. Some of them were just staring with a smile~

Damn woman...Where...Where is Lucy as nice and gentle? Forcing others to do everything, it's like a mother who is asking people to get up early...Mom! ?

Strange scenes suddenly flashed into Naz's mind. Layla was busy and nagging in the kitchen wearing an apron. She also rolled up her long blonde hair and sleeves to wash clothes, dry clothes there, and clean the floor with a mop. …And tidying up the messy room for myself...and slapped my fart-stock on the bed with my hands severely...and~and~a lot...

Naz, who had recovered from the trance, shook his head quickly to make his mind clearer~ but no matter how much he shook, he could no longer dispel the scenes that just appeared in his mind. Question marks continued to surface in Naz's heart...

It took him a while to remember something deep in his memory, the scene fragments that kept appearing in his dreams in his previous life... the warm dreams that once gave him beautiful fantasy and expectations, the scenes in it were not exactly the same as the scenes that were printed into him. Are the scenes in my mind exactly the same! ?

The only difference is... the woman in front of you-Layla! ? In the dreamland that kept appearing in the previous life, the woman full of warmth and scent was a vague shadow, but now... the vague shadow turned into... Leila! How could Layla be the mother in my previous life dream! ?

In fact, what Naz didn't know was that when people subconsciously affirm something or someone, they would unconsciously apply this event or this person to some things that they expect to happen...

In other words, Naz has actually subconsciously acknowledged and affirmed the feeling that Layla gave him. He has been refusing to admit the words that he can’t say. It’s only because of the slow acceptance of the heart, or because of the little shyness and shyness of the heart. Tsundere~

Seeing that Naz hadn't called out the word full of love for a long time, Layla couldn't help feeling a little bitter: After all, she still can't make up for the blankness in the little man's heart! ? However, Layla was not discouraged either, her stubbornness could support her to persevere until Naz agreed and called that kind address!

He stretched out his gentle hand and pressed the palm of his hand to Naz’s slightly sluggish, cold cheek, and then moved it to his forehead and stroked it gently, trying to calm the turmoil and anxiety in his mind~

Naz's cheek was gently leaned back by Layla's caressing, just in time to meet Layla's warm eyes and affectionate expression, suddenly Naz's expression was startled, and he quickly recovered. He opened his mouth to Leila, and finally the reality of the dream freed him from all the shackles in his heart, and he yelled softly, "Mom...Mom..."

Layla's movements were stiff, and Naz didn't respond at all when she was full of joy and preparation, but when she gave up this effort and was ready to start all over again, things took a new turn.

A "mother" call was more beautiful and natural than Lucy... The setting sun in the afternoon hit Naz's pink hair and cheeks slightly, making his appearance more sunny and lovely, and the hideous wounds on his face became abnormal. Harmony, and the fierce hanging eyes and carefree facial features become like a child, and even a thick childish expression appears~

Layla almost cried with joy, even a bit more excited than when she was pregnant with Lucy and gave birth to Lucy. Even Layla herself doesn't understand why ~ probably because all she has for Lucy is the love and care of her mother. Protect her emotions, and for Naz, her feelings are much more complicated.

Not only the feelings of pity and love that emerged from the back...the strong maternal love, but also the deep affection and love between many men and women. After all, she was taken away by Naz for the first time not long ago. Several times of close contact with a negative distance...

Regarding the words that Naz suddenly said, Layla was obviously a little unprepared, her heart trembled, her body was slightly stiff, her nose was sore, and the corners of her eyes also appeared a little moist, and she was forcibly resisting the accumulation of too much weight... …

However, after the initial panic, Layla, who was already a mature mother, quickly recovered her calm. There was a burst of soft affection that made Naz feel dizzy naturally in her eyebrow-eye expression~

"Bad boy! I'm so tired from waiting, hehe~ Isn't it a natural call, it's smoother than Lucy! Naz...My good son! Mom loves you~" said Layla Hold Naz's neck and gently take his head into his arms, as if wanting to greedily enclose Naz in his chest and body, never separate and occupy him forever! ——

This is the only emotion that emerges in Layla's heart at this moment. At this moment, she just wants to take Naz as her own, as a good son who cannot be born in her stomach by magic!