Chapter 1423 Yiren Is Pregnant

"Um?"

Mag was stunned for a moment, feeling as if he had heard something wrong just now.

"Invitation in the middle of the night, there must be some script that needs to be read together. As a clean and honest gentleman, at this time..." Mag looked at himself in the mirror, took a shower, and changed into a flamboyant floral shirt. The half-buttoned placket, pectoral muscles and eight-pack abs are looming, the half-wet hair is a bit messy and sexy, and the melancholy eyes...

Eh?

Didn't you say that you are a gentleman?

Why did she change her clothes so naturally, as if she had been prepared for a long time.

Mag stood up straight, fastened the buttons of his shirt, combed his hair to look like an adult, looked at his pious self in the mirror, couldn't help but sighed softly, no matter how serious he was, it was what those ignorant girls wanted The best uncle who threw himself into his arms.

There is no way, such things as appearance are not something he can control casually.

"By the way, system, do you have anything?" Mag suddenly remembered something.

"Seven times a night?"

"What the hell is that, does this uncle seem like someone who needs to use that kind of thing?"

"Now it's rumored that you can't do it."

"Who is spreading rumors? I don't know if rumors have been criminalized now?"

"But telling the truth is not against the law." The system retorted.

"roll!"

Mag still bought an industrial textile technique book from the system, and then took the book to the next room.

Mag pushed open the familiar bedroom door, coughed lightly before entering, and walked in.

Irina was not in the room, and there was the sound of running water in the bedroom next to her.

"Huh?" Mag raised his eyebrows slightly, with a very familiar rhythm, should he forget to bring a bath towel next?

"You, give me the towel." Sure enough, as soon as the sound of water stopped, the bathroom door opened a crack, and Irina's voice sounded.

"Okay." Mag got up, picked up the bathrobe on the side, and walked towards the bathroom.

But I couldn't help slandering in my heart: "Please, girl, you are a tenth-level great magician, you don't need a bathrobe if you just do water removal."

Of course, McGonagall would not say such words. After all, girls are shy. If they want something to happen, but they can't let themselves be too active, they will always show some seemingly stupid things behind them. Behavior.

Mag handed the bathrobe to the crack of the door, and was about to say something like: why don't we wash it together... or something like that.

The bathrobe disappeared with a whoosh, and then the bathroom door was closed tightly again, and the jade hand that stretched out of the bathroom as expected, and grabbed him in did not appear.

"Eh?" Mag touched his nose in embarrassment, it seemed that he was thinking too much.

Soon, Irina, who was wearing a fairy dress pajamas, came out of the bathroom, waved her hand, and her wet hair dried. She looked at Mag sitting on the chair by the bed and said, "I have already spread the news, but I'm not sure how many sprites will respond."

"Helena may use the power of the whole family to set up a situation against you and me. The strength of the various territories must be empty. There will never be a second chance like this. The night elves in the Forest of Wind must be equally aware." Mag said with a look on his face. He said easily: "Helena wants to give us a surprise, and I hope the surprise we give her will be bigger."

Irina walked to the bed and sat down, then leaned lazily against the head of the bed, looked at Mag with a pair of blue eyes, and said with a smile: "Your bed is occupied by two little guys, Where are you going to sleep tonight?"

"Speaking of which, this is my bed." Mag looked at Irina and asked with a smile, "I don't know when you plan to pay me back half of it?"

Irina's ears were a little red from being stared at by Mag, and she snorted softly, and said, "The bed is mine, you sleep on the floor."

"It's really unreasonable..." Mag sighed in his heart, but what can he do, he can't beat him again and again, even if he can beat him, does he really dare to fail?

I had no choice but to roll out the previously folded floor mat and lay it on the floor in an orderly manner.

With floor heating and a thick mattress, sleeping on the floor is not uncomfortable at all, but it feels a little strange psychologically.

"Then, good night." McGonagall said, and gently turned off the light.

"Yeah." Irina responded.

The room was quiet, with the half-opened curtains, moonlight came in.

Mag closed his eyes and tried to relax himself, but his heart was beating faster and faster, and he couldn't calm down to sleep.

This was the first time they slept together in the same room, and although they didn't sleep in the same bed, they could feel each other's breathing rate.

It's a very wonderful feeling.

He knew she wasn't asleep either, because he could feel her breathing speeding up,

Irina turned her head sideways, looking in Mag's direction, her face showed a bit of displeasure, and she was secretly annoyed, "Is this log really sleeping on the ground?"

Mag started to hypnotize himself: "People just feel sorry for me because I don't have a place to sleep, so they just rewarded me with a floor bunk, go to sleep...sleep..."

Just when Mag was about to fall asleep in a daze, there were a few rustling sounds in his ears, and then there was a soft and warm body in his arms, followed by a faint fragrance.

"Huh?" Mag was stunned for a moment before realizing that she seemed to have gotten into his bed and into his arms.

In this case, there are usually two options.

1. Push the other person away, and tell her seriously that she is not a casual person, you can't treat me like this.

2. Hug the other person, let things happen naturally, and let her take responsibility.

As an adult, Mag naturally hugged her gently, her soft but plump body seemed to be made of water.

"You said, are we going to die?" Irina said softly.

Mag stopped her hand, was silent for a while, and whispered in her ear: "Yes, but not now."

The corners of Irina's mouth turned up, revealing a bright smile, leaning comfortably on that solid chest, "It's still so warm."

"Because, this heart is still hot for you." Mag's hand slowly tightened, slowly hugging her tightly.

All distracting thoughts disappeared at this moment, he just wanted to hug her like this, quietly and tightly, it seemed that everything was very beautiful.

"Nicky." Irina said with some disgust, her slightly flushed cheeks pressed against his chest, listening to the beating heart and the hot temperature, she couldn't hide the smile on her face no matter what.

...

Really only 998 a box...

A line of words the size of a grain of rice drifted slowly through Mag's mind...

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