Squeak –

The sound of a zipper pulling down.

Shen He turned around suddenly, and the zipper of Joan of Arc's sportswear had just been pulled halfway down.

"First, don't ...... Look over here......"

Joan of Arc whispered in a trembling voice, the courage that had been mustered up collapsed directly under Shen He's gaze, and the hands pulling the zipper stopped there.

But even if she said so, Shen He's gaze couldn't be taken away at all.

The Joan of Arc in front of him is no longer a word "beauty" that can be described.

The silver-white moonlight wrapped around her body, from the neck to the half-dissolved black sportswear, every exposed skin licked the moonlight, exuding an incomparably seductive atmosphere, and the bikini that wrapped the curves of the perfect body turned out to be a black lace edge pattern, coupled with the intoxicated and flushed demeanor, just by looking at it, it made Shen He feel like he was out of his body, bearing an indescribable impact.

"The Emperor, the Lord ......"

Joan of Arc was so shy that she cried.

It's just a swimsuit, why is it that I feel so strange when I see the process of undressing, and my whole body feels like it's burning.

"Hold, I'm sorry......" Shen He subconsciously responded.

But he didn't know what he was apologizing for, he just kept his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to keep this scene in his mind forever.

Joan of Arc looked embarrassed, closed her eyes in resignation, and took off her sportswear as fast as the apparition appeared.

Until there was only a black style swimsuit left on her body, the small piece of cloth made her breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, this is ......"

Shen He still couldn't recover a little.

The perfect body in front of him, although there is no extreme temptation that has just been half-concealed, but from the elastic curves, the slender waist that Yingying holds, to the slender and straight legs, and the delicate jade feet, all of them exude a sense of ingenuity, which is already a realm that human beings cannot reach no matter what.

"It's a swimsuit, I bought it today."

Joan of Arc hooked his fingers behind his back, stood in front of Shen He with his feet folded, and raised his beautiful face to look at him.

Although there is still a seductive flush on his expression, the shame has been reduced a lot, after all, it is just a swimsuit.

Shen He was stunned for a while before he realized what he should do at this time.

He gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "It's beautiful, and my expectations have been met by 10,000 percent, Joan of Arc." ”

"That's an exaggeration."

Joan of Arc's eyes were curved into a beautiful crescent shape, and the smile on the corners of her mouth was unobstructed.

She walked barefoot to the edge of the reef and sat down on the seashore, letting the rising waves lap on her feet, and from the back, the moonlight shone softly on her long golden hair and smooth back.

At this moment, Shen He felt like a goblin who didn't exist in reality.

"Master?"

Joan of Arc turned her head slightly to look at him.

"Oh."

Shen He subconsciously responded, and walked over to sit next to Joan of Arc.

Her eyes were still on Joan of Arc, but she found that she looked at the waves below, and seemed to be a little distracted.

"What are you thinking?"

"I don't know ......"

Joan of Arc's hands were holding her braids, and her eyes did not look at Shen He, as if she was talking to herself.

"In the afternoon, the Lord said that he didn't see me as a saint, and I was very happy, really, because whether I wanted it or not, the fact that I was a saint was an unchangeable fact, so I have been trying to do what a saint should do, and treat everyone equally...... Until he was summoned by the Master, everything was different. ”

At first, Joan of Arc didn't realize that this summoning was any different, as long as she stayed by the Master's side and did her duty as a servant.

But since she was told "you can be yourself" in the Master's room last night, she finally realized that it was completely different.

The girl whose life is forever fixed at the age of nineteen will begin to walk through the twentieth and twenty-first years...... Even longer, so long that you can't even think of a luxury.

"Joan of Arc, is this why you did this for me?" Shen He was a little disappointed, but soon relieved, "I don't know if you can let go of the burden brought by the word saint, but even if you can only let go a little bit and enjoy yourself, it will make me feel that it is meaningful for me to come to this strange world." ”

Sometimes, it is more satisfying to pay than to receive.

What's more, Shen He thinks that he has gained enough, and this is enough.

"No—it's not."

Joan of Arc suddenly turned her head and held Shen He's palm tightly with both hands, his figure reflected in the lilac pupils.

"What really makes me feel like a dream is not that I can stay here as Joan of Arc and not as a saint, but that I will be able to stay by the side of the Lord for a long time to come, as I do now, and that's the answer my heart told me."

Even if they have only been together for a little more than a month, Joan of Arc has already understood Shen He well enough.

Before he came to such a strange world, he was just an ordinary human being, but after mastering extraordinary power, not only did he not get lost in the power, but he also resolutely took on the responsibility of protecting human reason with this power.

Perhaps he didn't realize that this kind of figure that stood up to the front of the crisis and gave infinite confidence to those who followed behind him was already as dazzling as a hero.

Not to mention the kind of heartfelt care and understanding for those close to you.

"Joan of Arc, then, why do you say that?"

Shen He struggled to open his somewhat stiff mouth, and suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't predict what would happen next.

Joan of Arc showed a subtle expression that couldn't tell whether it was shy or nervous, and she held Shen He's palms in front of her hands, as if she had made up her mind, and said:

"I don't know if my feelings for the Lord are gratitude or affection, but, but—I want to try it, love is something that shouldn't belong to the Heroic Spirit, nor to the Holy Maiden, is it? Master. ”

“......”

Shen He, who finally understood the meaning of Joan of Arc's words, was swallowed up by a huge surprise.

He knows very well that everyone he summons is not just a character that can be interpreted by the hundreds of words of "human design" in the original book, they have their own eyes, their own thoughts, and their own wisdom to identify people's hearts, and imitate the disgusting behavior of the original male protagonist to deliberately attack, and they will only suffer the consequences.

If Joan of Arc will fall in love with him, then she will only fall in love with this man named Shen He.

He reached out and put his arm around Joan of Arc's supple waist, letting her head rest gently on his shoulder, greedily enjoying the new relationship that belonged to him.