Chapter 2064: McGonagall's first trial of cloud and rain

McGonagall firmly believes that Irina was able to calmly expose this incident based on her trust in him.
Yeah.
Between husband and wife, trust is something stronger than Jinshi.
"If he had the guts, he would have touched my bed long ago, and it would have been the little outside to hit him? Heh, man." Irina put down her pen and closed her diary.
Sitting by the bed for a while, Irina got up and went out and pushed open the door of the next room.
McGonagall, who was sitting at the desk drawing a picture, heard the sound and turned his head in surprise.
Irina, who wore a tulle nightdress, had a perfect figure looming, and her white face seemed to glow seductively under the warm light.
However, McGonagall felt a little scared looking at her smile.
Could it be... she regretted it?
He glanced at her left hand and confirmed that there was no folding chair there, he was slightly relieved.
"What's the matter, what's the matter?" McGonagall smiled and got up and asked.
"Why, old husband and wife, I can't come to you if I don't have anything to do at night?" Irina asked with a smile. When she turned sideways, her flimsy skirt slid down a bit, revealing a touch of fragrant shoulders.
Looking at the delicate collarbone and the condensed skin, McGonagall's throat rolled unconsciously.
He had seen so many so-called goddesses, and thought he was able to lift weights with respect to women.
But in front of Irina, he couldn't help his heartbeat speeding up, confused and infatuated.
Like... the feeling of first love?
As if she had noticed McGonagall's abnormality, Irina's mouth raised slightly, Yingying walked into the room, closed the door smoothly, and snapped it back.
McGonagall glanced at the locked door, and then at Irina who was approaching him. He felt that something must happen tonight.
Irina walked up to him, only half a meter away.
She should have just taken a shower, her face is still a little ruddy, he can smell the scent of her body, the faint scent of life water, and a little jasmine, it is a scent that makes people comfortable and wants to indulge.
Irina looked up at him slightly, her eyes gleaming brightly, her face rose red and her breathing seemed to become a little bit quicker.
The air seemed ambiguous.
"Why, is the queen also shy?" McGonagall stepped forward, and the two bodies were almost close to each other, and laughed a little bit.
"No, the queen is never arranged." Irina stretched out her hand and pushed McGonagall on the bed, then bullied herself...
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The moon today is big, round and soft.
This is the truest thought in his heart when he climbed the peak.
The taste is evidenced by poems:
The mandarin language is passed lightly, the fragrance is rushing, and the vermilion lips are close.
The fragrant muscle is like snow, and Luo Chang slows down the spring light.
The fragrant jade body says that it is warm, how much wind and moon.
Tonight the fish and the water are harmonious, trembling, and the spring tide is hard to stop.
Thousands of whispers, hundreds of panting, several times of joy.
……Note①
No rest overnight.
The next morning, McGonagall was awakened by a knock on the door.
McGonagall leaned on his waist and sat up from the bed. He glanced at the satiated beauty beside him who was still asleep, and he couldn't help showing a smug smile on his face.
"My father, we are going to starve to death..." Amy's voice came from outside the door.
McGonagall got up quickly and put on clothes, pulled the quilt and covered Irina, covering her long, white legs, before opening the door and going out.
Looking at Amy and Anna guarding the door, he smiled and said: "What, are you all hungry?"
"Ok."
The two little guys nodded at the same time.
But Amy poked her head into McGonagall's room and said, "My mother is not in the room. Did she sleep with you last night?"
"Ah... she said there were mice in the room last night, so she ran to my room to sleep because she was afraid." McGonagall quickly closed the door and explained with a smile.
"So you played rats all night, okay if you didn't sleep?" Amy thoughtfully, "So you got up late."
"Yes, that's it." McGonagall held back a smile, accepting the excuse the little guy gave him, and said: "Let her sleep for a while. I'll make breakfast for you."
"Okay!" Amy nodded, and obediently followed McGonagall downstairs.
"Mouse?" In the room, Irina opened her eyes, stretched lazily, her eyes still a little confused, and whispered, "I don't know how to be gentle..."
McGonagall made a hearty breakfast and poured himself a large bowl of soy milk.
Amy went upstairs and told her mother to come down for dinner.
After a while, Irina came downstairs wearing a parent's skirt, her footsteps slightly unnatural.
McGonagall hurriedly got up to help her pull the chair away, naturally took her hand and helped her sit down.
Irina's fingertips twitched his palm, and she gave him a three-point faint, seven-point lingering look, she looked like a newlywed wife.
McGonagall brought a bowl of chicken soup with perfect supplements and put it in front of Irina, and said with a smile: "It's specially stewed for you, and put some life water in it, to make it up."
"You drink that?" Irina glanced at McGonagall's bowl of soy milk.
"I have to make up for it, too." McGonagall nodded deeply.
Irina seemed to have thought of something, her cheek immediately rose a little, and she glared at McGonagall.
McGonagall smiled and sat back in his position, took a bite of a fried dough stick, and drank two more mouthfuls of soy milk. He was also hungry and needed energy.
After breakfast, McGonagall cleared the dishes.
I overworked last night, and all the outings today were cancelled. I just want to rest at home for a day.
"Annie's painting is really good, and the speed is so fast, I have only been out for two or three days, and I have already drawn three books." Irina opened Annie's book, a little surprised.
"Yes, she has a pair of hands that all cartoonists admire." McGonagall nodded in agreement, maybe this is the cartoonist who has the talent of the Tentacle Monster.
"By the way, what does your big machine do?" Irina looked at McGonagall and asked.
"I printed the picture book for Annie. It was a color-printing machine that could print colored picture books." McGonagall explained.
"But no one at the factory can use it." Irina shook her head.
"It's okay. I'll go back and operate it myself in two days." McGonagall didn't worry about letting others operate it. It was a nuclear-powered printing press. If the operation error blew up, the City of Chaos would really be flat.
McGonagall made a pot of tea, poured a cup, and looked at it leisurely with a copy of the abnormal demon in his hand.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" McGonagall looked back.
"The beautiful boss who made you support her waist is coming to you again." Irina said with a smile.
"I'm going to open the door!" Amy jumped off the chair and leaped towards the door.
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Note①: This poem is excerpted from three thousand Tang poems, which has nothing to do with Qingyu Jianghu.