Camellia camellia

Camelia has been spending a lot of time in the library recently. Apart from going to the place she hates to repeat the same things over and over again as a routine, she is not even willing to ask about recent government affairs, entrusting the decision/power to To Florence - her government guidance.Of course, that amiable and respectable gentleman is not a fool without a brain. He will do his homework and stand by Camelia on the way to report every day for urgent problems, holding a stack of documents, and of course a pen.

For this reason, Camelia was not bored, but instead trusted Florence more.

But today is an unusual day, and she knows that a special guest will visit Thalia today.Oliveira Lancelot, one of her few friends who can open up and talk.Except for Bell, most of the reasons why she has a good impression of men come from him.

The Lancelot family comes from a family of winter orphans living in the north, and their owl crest is as old as the camellia.Oliveira is the youngest son of the current head of the family. He grew up in his father's army since he was a child. At the age of eight, he officially swore to join the Fourth Army of the Northern Foothills and has served until now.Camelia couldn't help but recall that ten years ago, he went to the East as a child and made an oath with the ancient silver dragon in the dragon's hometown. He is a veritable dragon knight.As far as his amazing record is concerned, he is definitely a superstar in the new generation of Dominica that ordinary people can hardly hold a candle to.

But Camelia was not in a happy mood when Oliveira arrived this time. His identity here was not as her friend, but as a key qualified, her fiancé—the most popular "" They're coming as candidates they're optimistic about.

It's a real headache.

At this critical moment, as a friend, Oliveira is indeed an excellent person to discuss and advise.But thinking of his fiancé's identity, Camelia really didn't want to see his face.

She closed the tightly bound book, stood up, walked to the moving steps and climbed up. She found the inserted reading board at the top of the steps, put the classic book back again, and then sighed heavily. in one breath.These days she is busy searching for the information she wants, and she seems to have left Mirjia in the cold. When she thinks of her lover, Camelia feels warm in her heart. She carefully turns around while holding on to the edge of the escalator. The chandelier caught her attention, and Camelia stared blankly at the glass chandelier trembling by the wind blowing in from the skylight.

"As the host, she doesn't greet her guest, but hides in the library instead. I can't help but misunderstand, is this guest unwelcome?" A relaxed voice appeared in the empty pile of books. It felt abrupt, but it really scared Camelia.

She shifted her attention from the chandelier pendant to the door, where a blond young man stood there with a smile on his face. He was wearing a set of capable and dignified military uniform. Judging from the color of the military uniform and the roaring lion badge on his chest, he was indeed It is undoubtedly the Fourth Army of Beilu.The young man held on to the railing with both hands, and looked at Camelia, who was looking down at him on the moving stairs in the distance, with interest.

Camelia hesitated, thought for a while before showing off her face and said: "You are right, uninvited guests, especially intruders who do not knock at the door..." She paused, "For me Say, it's very disgusting."

The blond young man smiled gently: "Ah, I was misunderstood. It seems that if I don't take some time to explain, I will be in trouble. First..." He pointed to himself, "I was covered with camellia wax The letter invited to come, second, he turned sideways and pointed to the door. "Before I came in, this door was open. "

Although Camelia had some complaints about his explanation, she recalled that she found an important clue last night but hadn't finished sorting it out, so when she came in today, she seemed to rush directly to the desk, and indeed she didn't close the door .

"Okay, then I'm willing to take back the groundless accusations against you." She fluttered her eyelashes a few times, and put on a shrewd and well-behaved look.

The young man bowed to her, and walked up the stairs to the sunken flat floor, where there were several desks scattered far away. He only glanced briefly, and walked to the moving stairs where Camelia was. forward.

"Come down, I'll help you." Seeing that Camelia didn't move, he took a few steps back and looked at her: "Or, are you used to such a condescending way of talking?"

Camelia raised her eyebrows. She didn't wear a long skirt today for the convenience of climbing. She was used to climbing up and down by herself. Although she almost fell down a few times, she was careful every time. So I didn't really consider the inconvenience caused by wearing a skirt.

"I won't do anything beyond that." Just as she was hesitating, the gentle voice below sounded again, only the two of them could hear it.

After thinking for a while, she held the hem of the skirt tightly in her hands, and walked down the stairs with her right hand holding onto the edge of the stairs.Although it was troublesome, it gave me some psychological comfort after all.Camelia climbed too high today, and she can hardly see how many denominations are written on the scattered coins on the desk from her current position.

"As a gentleman, you are not allowed to break your promise." Camelia's cheeks were blushing slightly.

"Is there anything else that worries you, ma'am?" His voice was relaxed and indifferent, which made Camelia a little embarrassed about her dirty thoughts. In a way, she wasn't too More experience with male friends.

At this moment of wild thinking, Camelia stepped on the ground, so she couldn't care less about holding her skirt. If she hadn't held on to the railing with both hands, the consequence would be that she would participate in next year's election season on the bed up.But here it was—she was hanging on the steps like a piece of clothing on a clothesline.

"Ophelia! My God!!"

Seeing this sudden change, the man called her several times in a row, until her body gradually stabilized and she was no longer as swaying as a leaf, the young Grand Duchess called his name in a crying voice.

"Carly, calm down, calm down, and do what I say."

"I can't calm down - I have a fear of heights."

"Okay, when I count to one, you let go, and I will follow you."

"Opheus, are you crazy, your arms are finished at this height."

"It's going to be fine, I know it in my heart, don't worry." The young man still said steadily, which formed a strong contrast with Camelia's irritable tone.

"Do not--"

"Trust me, Carly, I'm not kidding about your safety."

"...Okay." She didn't compromise for no reason, but Camelia's arm no longer had the strength to support it.

"Listen to me, take a deep breath, okay, and let it out. Three, two, one, come on."

Camelia loosened her hand and subconsciously covered her ears.So she didn't hear the spell urged by Oliveira. Almost instantly, Camelia realized that she was supported by someone. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find that she was surrounded by Silver linear aperture.

Oliveira adjusted his posture for hugging her, and then looked around. He gave up the nearest chair, and instead took a few more steps to hug her to the sofa, where Camelia was relatively comfortable. put down the posture.He dragged a chair, then went to a row of cabinets on the left, skillfully took out a medicine box from the fourth drawer in the third row, walked back, picked up a pair of tweezers, and grabbed Camelia's Look carefully with your hands.

"Eldest sister, my lord, bless you, I'm really terrified." Camelia withdrew her mind from the silver halo, she felt a tingling pain in her palm, and took a sudden breath.

"Does it hurt here?" the man asked.

Camelia withdrew her hand, looked carefully, and then nodded.

"When you come here again in the future, remember to find someone to follow you. What will you do if you encounter this situation again?" The blond young man quickly took out the wooden thorn in her hand, and then disinfected it with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol.

"Also, if you weren't down here, this thing wouldn't have happened." Camelia complained softly.

"Well, good." He put the finished medicine box back into the drawer. "But you have to agree to let me redesign this and pay for the renovation."

The man turned around kindly: "If the master of Arava refuses to agree again, I will have to realize my new invention at my own expense."

"Okay, it will be as you wish." Camelia held her injured hand and glared at the relaxed Oliveira angrily and funny.

"Am I still an unwelcome guest?"

"These should be grateful to Thalia for having a tolerant and hospitable host." A gentle voice sounded at the door, "She will never refuse every visitor." In one sentence, the word "guest" was bitten by her very heavy.

Camelia knew who it was just by hearing the sound. She turned her face and looked at Mirka leaning on the door with her arms folded, as if she had stood there for a while, with a look on her face that she didn't know. The usual 'extremely' kind smile.She pressed her chest, her mind spinning quickly, "I fell down the stairs just now, and Offie saved me."

Mirjatila raised her eyebrows, raised her hand and raised the book in her hand: "I just came to return the book, and I passed by by chance."

"..."

"Long time no see, little lion."

"Long time no see, little reindeer."

As the culprit, Camelia could no longer avoid becoming a neglected existence at this moment, and the confrontation between the two people around her began without warning in advance.

In fact, the relationship between the three of them started a long time ago.

The author has something to say:

I like him, I like him, I like him, but...in this article, I still insist on Mi Mei Kage's unwavering...tears.

Oliveira, I'll give you a friend with benefits card [wrong, cannon fodder card! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Just now I went to look through Peony, I really feel pity for little brother Ao Fei...

I didn't intend to call Mi Mei, but today I suddenly wanted to make Mi Mei jealous. Why is Ka Gefei's vinegar all over the sky, and Mi Mei is still so stable.

No, I won't let her stabilize, so I changed it later.The next chapter will be about rivalry, Ho Ho.