Chapter 1616: Icy rain

"Sorry, there are only two rooms on the airship." The servant of the Schaller house who took Alice and the others into the house said apologetically, standing in front of the two opposite rooms.
"Can't two rooms hold five people?" Comande opened the door room and took a look. The room was very small, and only two bunks were really enough for two people.
"Is there a place to rest on the other airship? I can vacate it." Lucas said.
The servants of the Schaller family shook their heads: "That boat is fuller. Maybe there are vacant beds in other cabins, I can find them."
Alice waved her hand and said, "No, no, no, there is no utility room. I'll just sleep there. Just have a place to rest."
Jennifer also wants to discuss how to allocate the room, see Alice means it is not necessary.
"This..." The servants of the Schaller family were a little embarrassed. It wasn't that there was no utility room, but that she was not used to it as a little girl.
At this time, Schaller Foz slipped up from behind wearing a ghost mask, trying to scare Alice into a jump, but as soon as she touched her back and was about to spread her teeth and claws, Alice suddenly turned back and said with a stern face: "You want What are you doing?"
"Yeah~!" Foz himself was taken aback. He leaned against the wall of the cabin and patted his heart. He took off his mask and hid behind him with a smile: "Don't do anything. Sister Alice, my room is very big, you and Let me sleep together."
"Huh? What are you talking about~!" Alice glared at him, her fists creaked.
Foz was not afraid at all and took her hand and said, "Come on, sleep with me, Sister Ruola sleeps with me, too."
Alice was dragged by him, so she had to follow her and take a look.
Foz’s room is really big, at least a lot bigger than the small warehouse just now. There is a semicircular big bed in the middle of the room. There are a few pillows in the middle of the big bed. Sound asleep.
"Well, is my room very big?" Foz stood proudly in the middle of the room with his strokes. "My dad's room is not as big as mine. This is the best room on the airship. "
Originally, this airship was used by Charles Tyson for parties and banquets. The decorations were very luxurious, but for this time, the airship was specially modified during maintenance. The only gorgeous part of the entire airship was decorated here. Keep it. The other rooms have been transformed to be mainly practical.
Alice sees that there is a dressing table, a large sofa, a fixed wooden table, furniture, etc. in this room. The floor is covered with a good soft blanket. It is too much for Foz and Rola to live here. A little wasted.
Foz ran over, holding Alice’s right finger in both hands, shaking and begging: "Sister Alice, you live with me, how fun the three of us live together. By the way, I have a lot more. Toys, you can play with them."
Seeing that the bed is big enough to sleep three people, and there is a sofa, Alice rolled her eyes and said proudly: "You begged me to live, not my own. Also, you have to sleep on the sofa. The bed must let me sleep."
"Wow, good." Foz jumped up happily, pulled her into the room, opened the closet again, and took out a lot of toys from it and said excitedly: "Sister Alice, these are my favorites. I will give you all the toys I like."
"Uh..." Alice saw that there was still unfinished food on the table, and said, "I haven't eaten anything yet, do you have anything to eat here?"
"Yes, yes." Foz rummaged through the cabinet and brought out a lot of snacks and desserts. He suddenly thought of something. He said, "Wait," and ran out of the room. Alice only heard a sudden call from outside the cabin. There was a sharp female scream, followed by Tyson's roar.
"Foz, who told you to break in suddenly!"
"Ah~! It's nothing, I'll get a bottle of wine, Auntie, you guys go on... Ah, dad don't hit me, don't hit me..."
After a while, Foz ran back with a mouse holding his head, half a bottle of whiskey dangling in his hand. He smiled slyly, raised the bottle in his hand and said, "This is my father's best wine. Sister Alice, would you like to drink it?"
Alice looked at him in embarrassment and smiled speechlessly: "Well, I have a drink, a small glass."
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The rain beats the leaves and makes a rattling noise. Although there is winter here, the snow period in winter is particularly short. After the coldest days, there will be no more snow in the sky.
Muse walked on the path in the woods in the cold rain. He didn't hold an umbrella. He didn't like to hold an umbrella because it was too troublesome. The cold rain hit his face and chest. Although there is no snow, the rainy days in winter are colder. When the cold and wet clothes are blown by the wind, the weak will immediately get sick.
There was an abandoned hut for hunters in the forest. Muse came under the thatched eaves and pushed open the wooden door. The house was full of life, but it was empty.
"It looks like it's really gone." There was no emotion on Muse's face. The bed was covered with old yellow white quilts neatly stacked on the head of the bed, the bottles and jars on the table, some used cosmetic boxes on the cabinet, the floor was cleaned without any debris, and they were hung on the wooden shelf. On the towel, the washbasin was placed, and a pile of dry wood was placed in the corner of the wall. But there was not a single piece of clothing or a pair of shoes in the room, as if they had been cleaned purposely before leaving.
The Muse stood at the door for a long time, sighed softly, and turned to leave. When I turned around, I saw Judy standing in the rain a few meters away, looking at him.
The two looked at each other, and no one moved for a while. After a while, Muse said, "Why haven't you left?"
"You came here, didn't you just come to see me?"
"I'm here to confirm that you have left." Muse said.
Judy came under the rain canopy and stood by the door looking at him: "Don't you go in?"
The Muse stepped aside from the door.
Judy threw the luggage on his shoulders on the box behind the foot of the bed.
"Why did you come back after leaving?" Muse asked, standing at the door.
"I left, but it rained halfway outside and came back again." Judy took a handful of firewood and kicked the stove covered by the iron door on the ground, threw the firewood in, and then removed it from the drawer under the cosmetic cabinet. Pull out a stack of straw paper to light the fire.
"Really."
The air was quiet for a while, only the sound of rain outside could be heard.
Muse said: "It didn't rain three days ago. I stayed here for one night."
Tian Chai's hand froze for a while, but soon returned to normal. Judy watched the flame gradually ignited and said, "Since you have already been here once, why are you still here?"
The Muse did not speak, perhaps not knowing what to say.
Judy stood up from the hearth, took off the dry towel on the shelf and handed it to him: "Take off the wet clothes and wipe them clean."
"It's okay." Muse didn't pick it up, but Judy didn't mean to take the towel back. The Muse had to take it and wiped his hair casually.
"Take off your clothes and dry them."
The Muse did not move: "What about yourself?"
Judy's body was also wet, with purple hair hanging down her chest, occasionally dripping with water. "I'm a water demon." She just said so, and after two seconds, she said again: "Come in, the wind catches a cold."
The door was closed, and the fire in the furnace quickly baked the small room warmly. Muse took off his wet fur coat and upper body clothes. Judy brought a square-table-shaped wooden shelf made by herself to put it on the stove, and laid his clothes on the wooden shelf. Soon the hot flames in the furnace made the moisture on the clothes rise.
Judy found drier clothes from the luggage and said to him: "You turn your back and I will change clothes."
Muse turned his back and looked at the mud-painted wall from a distance of more than one meter.
"Okay." Judy changed her clothes and brought a small chair to sit by the fire.
Muse turned around and found that she was only wearing a close-fitting jacket, wrapped in a semi-wet white fur. When she saw the magnificent wrapped in her blue bottoming shirt, her eyes turned to one side unnaturally and looked at other places in the room.
"Sorry, the luggage is wet, only these two pieces can be worn." Judy tightened the outer fur coat tightly and hugged her hands on her chest.
"You don't have to apologize to me for anything." Muse's gaze returned to her: "Why are you back again? You shouldn't be back."
"I don't know where I should go." Judy pushed away the side of the leather jacket she was baking, and the warm light shone on her calm face.
"Then you shouldn't come back either."
Judy looked at the fire under the table shelf: "Don't you want me to come back?"
"Yes."
"But I want to come back."
The room was quiet again, and the firewood in the furnace made two short blasts.
"Why?" Muse asked after a while.
"I don't know." Judy raised her eyes and looked at him.
The Muse still had no expression on his face. After two seconds, he said faintly: "Really."
Both of them fell silent, and there was no more topic to talk to.
A few minutes later, Muse said: "My clothes are dry, I have to go."
"Ok."
The two got up from the small wooden chairs at the same time, and the Muse put on the dried clothes and the damp fur coat. Judy escorted him to the door and heard the sound of rain outside: "The rain is still heavy."
"It's okay." Muse opened the door, and a cool breeze came in, blowing Judy's clothes constantly fluttering.
Judy slid the door that had just opened a slit, and then clicked on the latch and locked the door, looking straight at him.
The two eagerly kissed together quickly, the white fur coat and the gray fur coat fell on the ground one after another, and the Muse carried her onto the bed. Judy was resting on the folded quilt, her lips embracing, her tongue tangled.
Muse's large mechanical hand held the magnificent peaks on her chest, and soon pieces of clothes and pants fell on the ground.
"No, no, wait..." Judy's hand pushed against his strong hairy chest, stopping his further movement. She shook her head: "My body is not good, I can't do this."
Over the past year, the Muse has heard more or less about Judy. His arms are resting on the bed and watching Judy under him, his undulating chest gradually calms down.
He braced himself to get up, but was held back by Judy: "I use another method."
Judy turned over and pressed him to the bed, then stepped back to the side of the bed, picked up her hair and held it under him.
Muse was resting on the quilt, his eyebrows were slightly twisted, and his eyes closed silently...