He burned so hard that his eyes blurred.

Some don't know how heavy they are.

After the little girl took off her strict and conservative black robe, she wore a small lace dress with cherry blossom pink and white.

Because of lying down, the little skirt slipped up slightly.

The hem of the skirt rubbed against the knees.

Showing a pair of white little thin legs, she was not wearing stockings.

It's so thin and soft, lying in his...

Body, down.

As soon as Austin approached her even a little, the burning pain of the wound was unbearable.

The slender fingertips of the bones shattered her department uniform.

There is no intention of stopping.

Fell on the neckline of her little lace skirt.

The eyes that burned red, dark as deep, just stared at her neckline, the delicate and white neck...

The system was terrified.

[Dumb treasure, no! Throw him out! 】

If the little skirt is torn off, the dumb treasure will be he... Look at the light!

He now looks like he has lost his mind, and he doesn't know what kind of thing he will do!

He.

An elegant and holy man, even if he burns to a blur and tears through other people's clothes, he is so bewitching and charming.

The little girl's delicate neck is slender and graceful.

The veins are tinged with a tender blue.

Rolling slightly, showing her helplessness.

I wonder what his hot fingers are going to do with her veins?

Do you want to drink her blood?

His hot fingers, slipping a little bit, down...

Until, stop in front of the silver dagger of the cross.

The necklace was already in his hand, and his restrained brow furrowed visibly in pain.

Raise your hand and shake it.

The necklace never closed the gap in the curtain and threw it out.

The wind blows the curtains.

Blowing away the heat all over his body, Austin's eyes went black and fell on the little girl's body.

--

The shallow sunlight shines through the cracks in the window, floating on the face.

Austin frowned slightly.

Dizziness.

I thought I had a fever last night.

The long fingers of the bones pinched the center of his eyebrows, he lifted his eyes and sat up slowly.

Thin is slipped off.

The breeze swept across his skin, bringing a hint of coolness, and he casually looked down at himself.

He didn't wear ...

Clothes...

You don't need to lift the quilt to realize that the body, the bottom...

I didn't wear it either.

How did he get out of bed last night?

Gaze shifts.

I saw a soft and sweet ...... beside him Little girl.

Austin suddenly had a bad feeling.

He had never woken up in such a situation.

Can't even remember what happened last night.

The brow is furrowed.

He raised his hand and slowly reached for her shoulder.

It seems to be trying to lift a little of the quilt off her body to see if she's like herself, nothing... Wear...

"Huh?"

The little girl seemed to be woken up.

With a low whimper, his head retracted into the quilt, and he continued to sleep.

Sleep on it, and the little hands are still groping around.

The small, soft and warm hand touched his leg.

As soon as the softness touched his cold skin, she paused slightly.

In the next second, her whole body was soft and leaned over.

hugged him tightly, as if to warm him up.

Austin shuddered.

The holy and indifferent face, a red cloud, climbed quickly.

Does she know where she is holding it?

He sits, her little head nestled in his, waist.

He doesn't have any clothes at all...

Luckily, she does.

It's just that.

When Professor Austin lifted the quilt and tried to pick her up, he discovered.

Her clothes...

A little lace skirt that is torn from the neckline to...

…… It innocently exudes a pearly pink luster.

And her one.

The solemn academy uniform black robe had long since been shattered, piece by piece.

Scattered floor floors.

Professor Austin's face early in the morning can be described as a fickle and shameless beast.