At the same moment, they both seemed to realise what sort of position they had managed to get into on the floor. Before either of them had time to react, Jeralt had reached the pair and grasped the back of Byleth’s armour and pulled him upwards – like a mother cat holding onto the scruff of a kitten.
就像一只母猫抓住小猫的后背一样草死……
我需要面对一个矛盾那就是我几年前看雷特雷丝还会说他俩在指导学生方面有分歧吵架很萌,现在又闷头在嗑相似的半身……但说实话太像的两个人并不好看,还是需要冲击、矛盾、调和……
可能还是会把那一篇对立的双子写了
涌现出的是你我共同的回忆