"Mr. Richard Mr. Richard"

The silver-haired girl lay on his chest, her rosy lips and teeth spitting out a long breath, and she whispered his name as she drew circles with her fingers.

The girl's voice is crisp and tactful, and her tone is kind and warm, like honey, like a warm spring breeze, and at the same time full of hot flashes of stickiness, just like the two people who are hugging each other affectionately and really connected at this moment.

Sweat dripped down on the bed, gradually staining the traces of circles and circles, like the waves on the water after throwing a stone into the water.

Shi Kodi's address to him has changed from "adult" to "sir", and it can be seen that the distance between the two has narrowed.

Although Richard had thought about letting her call her by her first name directly, after all, the two had already had the most intimate relationship between men and women, but when the silver-haired witch called herself "sir", the unintentional charm in her eyes and expression was too fascinating, so Richard acquiesced to this title.

"How long has it been?"

The witch raised her head again, like an elegant swan, revealing a snow-white neck, and asked softly as she took a deep breath as she stroked her long, steam-stained silver hair, which had become wet.

The silver-haired girl's jewel-clear pupils, which always shimmered with wisdom and calmness, were now shrouded in a layer of fog, as wet as a spring morning.

I don't know.

In fact, Richard wanted to know the same thing

Because for some reason, he was a little uneasy in his heart.

It's not the nervousness that precedes a crisis, or is about to face a powerful enemy, but the other side of this uneasiness is excitement and anticipation, and no man does not crave the thrill of victory over his opponent and declaring victory after a hard battle; It's a kind of vague feeling of guilt that comes to mind, and I want to catch it but can't catch it, which is very peculiar.

After inheriting the power of the legendary "Witch of Destiny", Poetry, whose prophetic abilities have been greatly enhanced, should know such a trivial matter, and nothing can escape her attention.

But at this moment, it was Miss Miller who took the initiative to bring up this matter, so it seemed that the other party just wanted to talk to herself.

"Sir, it's been an hour and a half since you put her to bed."

At this moment, the girl's cold voice sounded in his ears.

The black long straight girl was suspended in mid-air in an upside-down posture, and her cold little face was as emotionless as ever.

Richard was stunned for a moment.

That's right, it turns out that Miss Real Name is still by her side.

But for a long time, he didn't even notice or didn't care about where the other party was now

Not long ago, Richard had thought that as long as he had his real name by his side, he would probably not dare to mess around because of his scruples, but it turned out to be the opposite of what he expected.

Should it be said that the charm of Sycody as a woman is too strong or is it because of her own inexperience, Richard at that time was full of only the amiable and lovely girl in front of him, and the rest of the things were left behind.

Richard had always thought that this step would be difficult to overcome, but it turned out to be lighter than he had imagined. Almost after a trance, without any resistance, he happily hugged each other and accepted each other honestly.

Richard began to understand why it was so easy for people to fall. It only takes a small stimulus, as long as you can grasp the weakness, the seemingly impregnable defense line will collapse in an instant, and human willpower is such a fragile thing.

At that time, he had already let his fiery emotions get rid of the reins, and his only remaining reason was instantly swallowed up by the ocean of **, so everything in the outside world failed to affect him.

"Sir, do you need to start calculating the data from another point in time, if you also add you and Miss Miller on the table"

The real lady was still expressionless, but at the same time she tried her best to report the numbers.

She didn't seem to care about what happened to the chief and the other women, and that was a matter of course, not to mention that even if she was really angry, she wouldn't be able to see it.

"Ahem, let's stop here."

Richard interrupted her in a private communication.

"Can it continue?"

At the same time, the young witch was still blowing softly in his ear.

Richard thought for a moment and didn't answer immediately.

Now that he has come to his senses and noticed the existence of Miss Real Name, who is close at hand, it will be difficult to continue.

Being stared at by a third party when doing such a private thing would make normal people feel uncomfortable.

If he had released it, Richard would have been speechless in embarrassment.

It's just that after really experiencing this kind of thing, he became thicker-skinned, and even began to seriously think about the possibility of continuing.

After all, both men and women, who have just experienced the first time, don't seem to be satisfied.

Whether it is the strong physical fitness possessed by knights, or the various energy potions and auxiliary items refined by wizards, they can make the "battle" of the extraordinary people especially long compared to ordinary people.

It can deepen the relationship, but also have a private conversation, and at the same time get both physical and mental pleasure, so why not do such a beautiful thing.

It's a pity that wizards are almost always a bunch of meditators and research freaks, and it's hard to imagine that they would put their energy into such a thing.

Richard, on the other hand, had no worries: he had even begun to calculate how much time he would have to spare each day to do an activity, after all, the potions joke had been around for a while, and he should cut back on his workout

"Poetry, are you?"

"I don't care, it's all up to you."

The girl narrowed her beautiful eyes like a cat's ears being caressed, and was about to say something, when suddenly, the pair of crystal jade ears moved slightly, and she sighed slightly.

"Looks like that's the end of it."

"Boom."

Richard was wondering when there was a knock on the door.

Who is Miss Joan

It's too uninteresting to disturb him here.

He just wanted to remind the other party through the knight's oath, but found that the other party was wandering at the door, and he had no intention of pushing the door in.

So, who exactly is the person knocking on the door?

The answer is self-explanatory.

If it were the other directors, the female knights, who were at least superficially loyal, would have stopped them. What's more, those few people didn't dare to take the initiative to visit without informing themselves.

From the connection of the vows, Richard seemed to be able to see the narrow smile on Miss Borgia's face.

By the way, it's the agreed time.

It's because I'm too involved that I forget.

Just as Richard was secretly sorry, the door had opened inward, and his only student hurried into the hall.

"Teacher, I'm here."

Vellet, bowing her head towards the center of the "empty" hall, remained respectful. However, compared with her usual calm and reliable posture, the slightly flustered footsteps and the slightly trembling voice have completely exposed her true feelings.