High up in the air corridor.

Professor Austin, who is black ascetic and has waist-length black hair, has an unusually fair and beautiful face.

Long eyelashes, like the wings of a black angel.

Covered with white and holy eyelids.

At the bottom of his eyes, it seems to cover the abyss, pouring out the cold light of the dark night.

Knife-like.

fell on the teaching building, dressed in a black department uniform, soft and cute, and his little girl.

His little girl, with her own hands, handed a pink envelope to the cardinal in front of her.

Young and flamboyant knight.

His eyes lit up.

The little girl's pink lips are closed one by one, and I don't know what to say.

Just see that damn knight...

Raise your hand and pinch him! Target! The face of the little girl.

His little girl...

The little girl seemed to be angry.

A handful of knights' hands were broken.

The knight withdrew his hand and bent over.

The little girl huffed, turned her head and left.

Took two steps, too.

Turning her head, she threw her little bag into the arms of her knightly cousin.

The knight, who had made her angry, took the bag and chased after her.

I don't know what to say, his little girl ran away.

Breeze floating on campus.

The knight and the little girl are full of youthful pursuit.

provoked the passing students to turn their heads and look.

The wind blew Professor Austin's waist-length black hair, and the abyss at the bottom of his eyes floated in the dark night.

The sharp fangs, as if they didn't want to be restrained at all, slowly poked out the corner of the fine-pointed white glaze.

You say, there are some disobedient little girls.

How should she be punished so that she can have a longer memory?

--

The dean couldn't wait for the person Professor Austin was waiting for.

Instead, I saw a scene of a youthful couple chasing and fighting.

The elegant and gentle dean smiled:

"Youth is so good, the knight and the little girl are quite a good match."

In the next second, I saw the elegant professor with a beautiful and bewitching face, and his face was like frost.

Really, it's the kind that changes your face in a second.

The last second was indifferent and restrained.

In the next second, it was as if someone had provoked him and wanted to devour the other party alive.

The dean's heart trembled.

Chills all over the body.

Professor Austin is good everywhere, but he is too harsh.

How beautiful it is for a little couple to run around campus, he just doesn't like it.

Frightened, the dean hurriedly looked at his phone:

"Huh? Well, I'm in the car, Professor Austin really doesn't need me to send you, then I'll go first. ”

After saying that, he ran away quickly.

I don't even have time to answer the professor.

In case someone says, okay, then the dean will send me.

So is he crying, or is it better not to cry?

--

In front of Professor Austin's house.

"Cousin, do you want to come home with me and see your dress?"

"I've personally watched your dress make it, and it looks good."

Walsore refused to leave.

I really don't want my cousin to be in her house anymore, and the "female professor" is taking care of her family.

Not a female professor?

With so long black hair, you really think you're a Night Elf?

The more Walsso looked at the god-level professor, the more unhappy he became.

However, the cousin ruthlessly refused: "Don't." ”

He just won't go home with him.

Ah Chan looked up at Walsso with a small face.

"You're going to write back to my pretty sister, she's already called me cousin."

Walsall ......

How can there be such a cousin, don't you know that she is the little daughter-in-law he brought back from across the ocean?

After all the preparations for the dinner, he begged his father to order his cousin to be married to him.

The cousin has already booked a good sister-in-law for herself!

"You're so filial."

Walsall gritted his teeth.

"What if I don't like your pretty sister?"

"That's a lot more." The little girl's soft and cute eyes widened.

The delicate fingers pointed to the schoolbag he was holding.

Walshow knew that his cousin didn't have him in his heart at all!

The tighter he sticked, the harder she refused.