The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Juana seemed to hear the subtext in Sigmund's words, a charming smile appeared on the corner of her eyes, and then she glanced at the sunset in the sky.

"The night is indeed long enough."

"But are you enough?"

Well!

Sigmund almost spit out his mouth with a sip of wine. He raised his head and saw the teasing in Juana's eyes. Only then did he remember that the huntress he knew had a hot personality and was daring to do anything.

"I think you should be very clear about this question." Sigmund smiled, "Did you forget the night we were in the hotel?"

"If I remember correctly, in your story, the relationship between us is truly intimate?"

"Damn it." Juana couldn't help cursing, even though it had been a long time, she still couldn't help feeling embarrassed when this topic was brought up again.

"If you continue this topic, then you will have to spend this long night alone." She said angrily.

"Then let's talk about something else."

"For example?" Juana asked curiously.

"For example, poetry and distance."

"You still understand this?"

"Why don't you understand? A romantic evening cannot lack this." Sigmund replied.

While the two were talking, at the corner not far from the terrace, Ruben, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He followed Sigmund to the vicinity of the terrace. There was no one there. He originally planned to reveal his identity and ask about the details of the deployment of the battle, but unexpectedly heard an embarrassing flirting.

But just when he was about to leave, Sigmund half-jokingly mentioned the poem and the distance, but he dispelled his thoughts.

He is the executive director of the investigation bureau and a sixth-level star sage, but deep down, just like Alec said, he persistently thinks that he is a poet who looks up at the stars.

And I think that no one can compare my attainments in this area.

So when he suddenly heard Sigmund mention poetry, his heart moved, and he immediately had some other thoughts.

This is actually easy to understand. After all, before Sigmund appeared, Ruben was the best candidate for the deputy director of the investigation bureau. Although today, Sigmund has proved his all-round ability with a gorgeous battle.

In this regard, Ruben also thought that he was convinced that he lost, and he would not feel any jealousy because of this, but as a loser in an invisible contest, he still felt a little bit strange.

Just at this time, he heard Sigmund mention poetry, a field that he was very good at. Under such circumstances, he would inevitably feel a little curious.

A kind of curiosity to see what level the other party is.

The best result is of course: he is nothing more than that.

And just when Ruben's mood changed drastically, the conversation between Sigmund and Sigmund continued on the edge of the terrace.

"Let's listen to it, if it can impress me..." Juana said with all kinds of charm, her eyes rolling.

The relationship between the two started from a misunderstanding, and experienced various twists and turns during the period. Although it is not unforgettable, after Sigmund helped Juana solve her psychological problems, his shadow has long been engraved in Juana's heart.

Later, Sigmund got involved in many things, and Juana continued to perform tasks after being promoted. The time was wrong and the atmosphere was wrong. It was impossible to drink some wine and tease her.

But today, a great war is over, and everything has come to an end for the time being. Both inside and outside the island are in a carnival, and the air is filled with the smell of alcohol and hormones. What each other lacks may be just a look.

So, in Juana's heart, she was ready, no matter how bad Sigmund's love poem was, he was determined to spend a long night with this man.

"Ahem." Sigmund pretended to cough a few times.

"The name of the poem is, I want to live with you."

I want to live with you, in some small town, with endless evenings and endless bells. In the hotel in this small town, the faint sound of the ancient clock knocked out, like time dripping gently...

Sigmund's voice is warm and mellow, the room is full of noisy noise, and the calm sea and sunset are in the distance. Surrounded by such a picture scroll, he speaks eloquently, as if telling a love story of ordinary people.

Juana was leaning on the railing carelessly at first, but after hearing a few words, the expression on her face changed. With a few simple words, the simple life described between the lines broke through her psychological defense.

She turned her head, looked at the man in front of her with tender eyes, and then heard him continue:

"Sometimes, at dusk, from a room on the top floor..."

"The breathing of two people, and the swaying of the wooden bed..."

"Haha!" Hearing this sentence, the tenderness on Juana's face instantly collapsed, "What is this?!"

"Is this your poem?" she exclaimed strangely.

"Why, don't you like it?" Sigmund smiled, "I think the next paragraph of this poem is especially good. At this moment, it fits the occasion!"

"Look, the sun is setting."

Juana suddenly pointed to the distant sea and said, then turned her head and wrapped her arms around Sigmund, "It's getting dark, we should go back and discuss the second half of this poem."

"It should be discussed carefully." Sigmund smiled.

"In fact the second half of the poem is very long."

"It's long." He repeated.

"I don't believe it unless you prove it to me." Juana approached his ear and replied softly.

At this time, the vines on the roof hung down, entangled the bodies of the two, and then pulled them into a room on the top floor.

At this time, in a corner of the corridor outside the terrace, Ruben came out with a tangled expression.

"What about the latter? What about the second half of this poem?!"

As a time traveler, of course Sigmund would not play any original works. The poem he recited came from a Russian poetess, and he only intercepted the first half of it, but this simple and delicate description, while impressing Juana, , It also shocked the eavesdropping Ruben.

He had to admit that just a short paragraph completely overwhelmed his self-satisfied starry sky chant. Compared with this poem, his starry sky chant became empty garbage piled up with gorgeous rhetoric.

Shocked and dismayed, Ruben was even more distressed that he could only hear a short passage of such a beautiful poem, and this poem was used to flirt? !

There was an impulse in his heart, and Ruben wished he could rush out of the balcony right now, climb out of the other party's window along the wall, and slam the window hard to stop the absurd things they were doing.

Then, finish this wonderful poem for me! !