Traveling through Tomorrow's Ark: Starting with a Yama Sword

At the first light of dawn, this land welcomed an ordinary yet special dawn. "In this incomplete world, I always chased that beam of light, sometimes hitting a wall and falling into confusion." The end of the story came to the blue-green pupils of the young man.

The eternal blue blooms after penetrating, creating an atmosphere of tryst. Young people with harmless faces, don't let boredom continue. Sometimes dull, sometimes sweet, this is the story of Rhodes Island. The past outside of time is like an old page that will never be opened again. The future will not be closed like a bud, and the past will wave goodbye. The lone wolf is no longer alone, and the past self has long been dissipated in the continuous rain and the people with swords.

"Today is March 6th."

Texas woke up peacefully from her sleep, yawned, and turned off the alarm clock on the bedside. She looked into the room, and the blue iris on the table still exuded a light and elegant fragrance, which seemed to symbolize the beautiful but fragile and ephemeral love.

Texas didn't have many relationships with other people, so she cherished them especially. She remembered what her colleague had talked about with her yesterday, so she hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom. After a simple wash, she walked out and looked at her closet. She bought a lot of clothes in Rhodes Island, but she still liked her Penguin Logistics uniform the most - Qiannian also said so. He liked her wearing this one the most, better than those traditional Syracuse dresses.

After putting on her clothes, she pushed open the door, but heard the sound of the door hitting something, followed by a painful sound -

"Who?"

"Who else could it be?"

The man covered his forehead in pain. Texas met his blue eyes and heard the familiar voice, and he knew who it was.

Blue and orange are complementary colors. Blue represents calmness and composure, while orange represents passion and vitality. However, in Texas' amber eyes and Millennium's blue eyes, these personalities seem to have been reversed. Although Millennium gives people the feeling of being gradually peaceful and calm, she still has not lost the passion in her heart.

"Morning, a thousand years."

"morning."

Qiannian replied, and Texas suddenly stretched out her right hand, gently grasped his wrist, then moved it aside and looked at his forehead which was hit by the door panel. She found that it was just a red spot and there was no broken skin. However, she remembered Qiannian's painful look just now completely.

"It's just a bruise, not an external injury."

"It's really not that serious, but that blow just now really hurt me a lot."

"But I didn't expect you to be out there either."

"My mine."

I don't want to argue about anything for a thousand years.

Texas could feel that he still had the hormones of youth, but it was very faint, and what she smelled was basically the smell of men's perfume sprayed on his clothes. But she didn't think Qiannian was an overly mature person, just an ordinary person of her age.

Not only is he her colleague, but he is also her lover. It would be great for Texas to have Qiannian with him. However, Qiannian just said that he could accompany her anytime today, and it was okay for her to find someone else.

After breakfast, Texas asked Qiannian to walk with him on the deck. It was not raining today, but a bright sunny day with flocks of birds flying across the blue sky. The boy and girl left a firm corner here.

"I have to spend the evening with an old colleague, who is now pestering me to celebrate my birthday, but I actually prefer to celebrate it peacefully without so much ceremony."

Looking at the scenery outside Rhode Island, Texas spoke softly.

"What about morning, noon, and afternoon? I can't let your guards wish you good morning, good afternoon, and good night?"

"Sure, come find me at the training ground this afternoon."

"what?"

On her birthday, Qiannian heard that she was going to the training ground, and didn't know what she was going to do.

"In the name of Texas, and on the occasion of my birthday, I challenge you to a duel."

"I accept."

Millennium’s answer is concise and to the point.

......

"boom!"

When the swords collided, Texas felt a numbness in her palm, and then watched her sword fall to the ground. Qiannian saw this opportunity and slashed at her front. She hurriedly swung out another sword to block it, and then felt a strong attack, making it difficult for her to maintain her current posture.

Texas fell back, lost her balance and sat on the ground. Qiannian took the opportunity to press her shoulders with his left hand and knocked her down. Then he covered her eyes and pulled out a small knife with the Syracuse logo on it with his right hand. He exerted force and stabbed it into the floor beside her.

The two of them continued to fight on the training ground, but this time, Qiannian took the initiative.

To others, this was undoubtedly an ambiguous scene, but the eyes of the two did not reveal a trace of emotion, but were equally cold, as if they were two killers who killed people without shedding blood.

At this point, Texas spoke first:

"Kissing is not allowed during a duel."

Even though their cheeks were so close, only an index finger away, and their lips could already feel each other's breath, Qiannian's eyes did not change at all:

"The duel is over. I put the knife here, which means I admit defeat."

Qiannian slowly stood up, then pulled out the knife from the ground and put it back into his pocket. He acted as if nothing had happened and reached out to pull Texas up.

"Although I also want to do some things that couples should do, this is a training ground after all. We are more like colleagues, or even opponents."

"That's true, but I just don't want to show weakness in front of you, and it's obvious that I lost."

When her sword was knocked away, Texas knew that she had lost - before she picked up the sword, Qiannian could easily strangle her and control her body to make her give up resistance, but he did not do so. Instead, he chose to admit defeat. For Texas, this was not out of face, but he wanted to do so himself.

But after spending so much time with Texas, he gradually calmed down, but he was not cold, and occasionally he would be enthusiastic towards others. But in such public occasions, even if Rupert stood in front of him, he would not do anything out of the ordinary, but treat her as an ordinary colleague.

"I still suggest you go back and take a shower. We'll meet again in the evening and I'll give you a gift then."

"Why couldn't you give it to me earlier?"

"Huh? Do you want me to take a shower with you? That's not good..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiannian felt his neck being fiercely pinched by two hands, followed by a brief feeling of suffocation, which made him completely speechless. But soon the suffocation disappeared.

"Smug."

Texas untied his hands and looked at Qiannian with cold eyes, "Come to my room tonight."

......

"If it's alright, I'll take my leave."

Texas put down her glass. She had just finished the first and last glass of wine at dinner. Before that, she had only focused on eating and chatting. She only reluctantly drank a glass when they were about to leave.

"Today is your birthday, why are you leaving so early?"

The angel beside her patted her on the shoulder, and she said calmly:

"I've done a lot today, and I didn't plan to take some time off, but now I want to take a break and find someone."

When they heard "looking for someone", Angel and the colleagues present naturally understood and did not stop him. Texas simply thanked him and left in a hurry, going straight to the door of his room. He entered the password, and the door opened. The light in the room had already been turned on. Under the bright white LED light, a familiar figure was shining. He was holding a book, and he must have been waiting for a long time.

"Happy Birthday, Miss Texas, this is my gift..."

Before Qiannian finished speaking, Texas had already taken off his shoes and went straight into the bathroom. He glanced at the box on the table and felt a little embarrassed. He had to wait for a while until she came out in her pajamas before he repeated his words.

"Thank you. Just put it on the table."

Texas still said indifferently, "Have you taken a shower?"

"Washed."

"Then, a little closer..."

Texas put down the towel, lay down on the bed, and motioned Qiannian to come up. Qiannian just said "I'd love to" and then went straight to the bed and lay down beside her.

"Thank you for your hard work. It must be very tiring on your birthday today."

"It's actually not bad, but I have to complain that the cake sent by Rhodes Island tastes average, not as good as the chocolate I bought in Syracuse."

"Rum and almond flavor?"

"There are still many flavors. Your impression of me is still so stereotyped."

"You didn't say much."

"You didn't ask."

"So you can't sleep so you use me for pleasure, right?"

Qiannian suddenly stood up, pressed Texas's right shoulder, and then threw himself on her. Their faces were once again just a finger's distance apart, but this time he did not hesitate, but quickly reduced the distance to zero. After a day of calm, Texas's face heated up rapidly at this moment.

"Well......"

She felt something pressing against her from below, but she could no longer care about anything else, so she stretched out her hands and hugged his neck - this time, Qiannian took the initiative.

"I love you, my little wolf..."

......

When Texas woke up the next day, she found that the irises in the room were still awake, swaying quietly in a gradient from indigo to iris blue. Next to the bouquet was a gift prepared for her by Qiannian. It was small but exquisite, and also a little mysterious.

While Qiannian was still asleep, she gently got off the bed, then walked to the table and silently opened the gift box. Before doing so, she weighed it and found it was surprisingly light. She opened it carefully, and the object inside flashed a dazzling light, and then disappeared, just like the blue quantum rose, which would disappear after just a glance.

But this item is not in a quantum state, but a custom-made, precious ring. There is also a small white label in the box, with a sentence written in a thousand-year-old handwriting:

"Felice pleanno, Texas."