"Thorn, why are you staring at my clothes?"

Andrea, sitting next to the dressing table, saw through the mirror a snow-white dress on Thorne's lap. Her focused expression was like a skilled tailor pondering the making of the dress.

Seeing his cute and serious appearance, the sorcerer curled a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's nothing, I just want to study why your clothes are so difficult to untie." Looking at the rope burned by flames behind the dress, Thorne's old face turned red, and he withdrew his gaze with guilt, and threw it onto the bed casually.

"No need to study, I will never wear that kind of dress again." Andrea, wearing a slightly loose waist-lengthed dress, giggled when she saw Thorne's embarrassed look, so that the thrush pencil almost applied to her delicate cheeks.

The clothes that could be untied instantly with just a tie were obviously lightly, but when they reached the hands of this ranger, they became more difficult to solve than an Olympiad problem. When Andrea thought of this, she suddenly recalled the anxious and cute appearance of a ranger last night, and couldn't help laughing.

In fact, she really wanted to ask Thorne, "Have you ever worn shoes with laces?", and after thinking about it, she would just forget it, because this would make him embarrassed and ashamed.

"So, you're worried that I'll burn your clothes next time." Thorne was a little depressed. At the critical moment last night, he couldn't untie the straps behind Andrea's dress, making him want to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

Fortunately, I mastered the ability to control the flames. Thorne looked at the light orange fire that flashed through his palm, and couldn't help but think with gratitude.

Then he turned his eyes to Andrea next to the dressing table. Although she was wearing a simple red tunic dress, she still couldn't hide her pretty face and graceful figure.

Looking at the sorcerer she was most familiar with, Thorne believed that compared to her gorgeous dress, he still liked her simple dress the most.

This is in line with the image of the goddess in his mind, Thorne thought to himself.

"Of course not, because I know your personality, my Thorne can't have a tango soul with me at a dance party, so I don't think this kind of dress that can only work in a banquet or a dance party will come in handy in this life."

Andrea frowned and stared at the mirror to draw eyeliner and eyelashes. "To be honest, this kind of clothing is not that comfortable to wear. Every time I wear this kind of clothing, I don't choose to tighten my waist too tightly. If I pursue a thinner waist and then tighten it too much, it will even cause death from fainting."

"What do you mean is that many women's slender waists are forced to be like this by external forces?" Thorne's surprised expression seemed to discover a new world. He subconsciously glanced at Andrea's slender waist and complained: "It always feels like a kind of deformed beauty."

"Don't worry, I'm natural beauty, just have fun secretly."

Andrea smiled indifferently, and then sighed: "There is no way, who made you men regard thin waists as beauty? Bundle waists and foot binding can be said to be the two major feudal habits of the East and the West in ancient times."

After saying that, she continued to be busy with bottles and jars with considerable lineups. Brushes with powder, eyeliners, eyebrow-painted charcoal pens and applied lipsticks were flying on this beautiful face in the mirror.

Outside the open window, a slumber was kicked away and hit the wall, and a vague cry was singing a vulgar song shamelessly.

"Beauty, aren't you doing well yet?" Thorne was lying on the bed, and the faint fragrance lingered in his breath, which made him very enjoyable.

When he approached Andrea's pillow on the inside of the bed, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of vitality potion and life potion, and immediately understood why she was so strong in the morning.

"Soon, don't worry, dear Mr. Ranger, this is the fourth time you've asked me." Andrea got up and closed the window, then took out all the bottles and jars on the table into a delicate small wallet, and then took out a wooden comb and scissors.

"Come here." Then she picked up the scissors, got up from the chair, and looked at the bored ranger. The sharp scissors were cut and closed in the sorcerer's hand, making a slight clicking sound.

"What are you doing?" Thorne straightened up and looked at Andrea who seemed to be smiling, and his eyes were on the scissors that were eager to try in her hand. The sunlight sneaking in through the gap in the window sash was at high speed. How sharp the scissors were.

"Your hair is too messy, I'll help you fix it, otherwise, wouldn't your face be wasted?" Andrea played with the scissors in her hand, and showed a gentle and friendly expression, smiling at the confused Ranger.

Thorne subconsciously reached out and stroked his messy black hair. He felt that it had indeed grown a lot, so he sat honestly on the chair on the dressing table and let the other party deal with it.

Andrea used a wooden comb to help him combed his messy hair, and from time to time he used scissors to cut off a pair of disobedient hair.

"What is your relationship with that paladin?" Suddenly, Andrea suddenly asked.

"Paladin? Is it a Dragonborn Paladin?" Thorne looked stunned, looked at his calm face as usual in the mirror, and subconsciously guessed.

"It's the human paladin Nolan." Andrea stopped his hand to comb Thorne's hair, bent down his slender waist, looked at the calm Ranger with his deep and beautiful eyes, and smiled slightly: "Tell the truth."

Thorne looked at her deep eyes and sniffed the long black hair that touched her cheeks. For a moment, he felt the golden light flashing in Andrea's black eyes.

He chuckled, shrugged again, leaned his body against the chair, and explained to her truthfully, "She is a friend of mine."

"Friend? Are you acquainted here? Or is it reality?" The sensitive sorcerer tightened his heart when he heard his friend and couldn't help asking.

"Reality." Thorne replied honestly.

"What's the relationship? How did you meet?" Andrea straightened up, pretending to be indifferent and continued to be busy with Thorne's unwillingness to be obedient.

"It's not a big deal. She helped me once. We both happened to meet again in Winter City. We were both sick and sympathetic, so we became pretty good friends."

"Helping you once?" The scissors in Andrea's hand swept over Thorne's ears, and with a light crack, a pair of disobedient hair quietly slid down.

"Her profession is a people's policeman. Once I lost my pet cat, and then she helped me find it back. I had contacted it once in the real world, but it was just a one-time relationship." Thorne explained to her by cutting a bunch of hair that was cut off because of disobedience and finally fell on her cheek.

"Thorn, I hope you can only belong to me in the future." Andrea was silent for a moment, picked up the scissors again, cut off a pair of hair that was unwilling to obey, and said slowly:

"Because I don't want the person I like to think about other women in my mind, nor do I like to share a man with other women."

Thorne looked at Andrea's serious expression in the mirror and found that the two had known each other for so long that he had never seen her so serious.
Chapter completed!