Agath

(24)

The dizziness after the pleasure made Ymir's whole body limp in Yeorman's arms.He let the other party wipe his body clean with a towel, then picked him up and put him on the bed.

"Good night, dear Ymir." Yeorman tucked up the quilt for him, and then placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Good night."

Ymir woke up from his sleep and found that it was dawn.He casually put on a piece of clothing and walked out of the bedroom.

He stopped as he passed Bestella's bedroom.Knocked on the door, no one answered.He pushed open the door and walked in.I saw Bestella curled up into a ball, sleeping deeply.He remembered that Bestella seemed to be getting more and more lethargic recently, and she was getting up later and later in the morning.So every day breakfast is prepared by Yeolman.

Ymir sighed inwardly, then closed the door and walked out lightly.

Involuntarily, he came to the door of the guest room where Yeoerman lived, and knocked lightly.

"Is it Ymir?" The familiar deep voice came from inside.

Ymir pushed open the door and saw Yeorman leisurely leaning on the bed, holding a book in his hand.He looked as if he had washed and then lay down again, his clothes were neatly dressed, only the blond hair was still hanging on his shoulders like satin.

"May I come inside?"

"Of course." Yorman stretched out a hand, motioning for Ymir to go over.

Ymir walked over to hold Yeorman's hand, and then sat down beside him.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Fortunately."

Ymir leaned in front of Yeorman, and stretched out his hand to grab a strand of beautiful blond hair hanging down.

"Can I brush your hair for you?" he asked.

Yeoerman seemed to have heard something unbelievable, he was slightly taken aback, and then laughed.

"as you wish."

Yeoerman sat on the chair and saw Ymir standing behind him in the mirror, holding a comb in one hand and carefully grabbing his hair with the other, as if he was afraid of hurting him.

"They are so beautiful." He heard Ymir say this.

"As far as I can remember, no one has ever combed my hair."

"They're always busy."

"Oh? What are you busy with?"

"I don't know." Ymir shook his head, "Like my mother, she never combed my hair. But whenever I mentioned it, she always complained that I spent too much time on it. My dad, like going hunting with him or something. 'I can't beat the dead finches you bring back,' she'd say a lot."

"Your mother, she just doesn't like being left alone."

"I saw you in the dining room..." Ymir hesitated, but still said it.

Yeoerman raised the corners of his lips, "I saw you there. However, no matter what you thought happened, in fact nothing happened."

"But my mother doesn't know."

"You walk lightly."

"My father taught me. To hunt, you must learn to wait quietly and keep silent."

Ymir picked up a ribbon and carefully tied the blond hair in a bunch.

"Yorman, have we met before? I mean, when I was young." Ymir looked at the blonde beauty in the mirror, and found that she was also looking at him quietly.

"I'm waiting for you to find out for yourself."