He rode on horseback.

And she sat in his arms.

Only a small part of her face was fair, and a few strands of hair between her sideburns were lightly glued to her face.

He couldn't see her in full, only her long eyelashes and her plump lips slightly upturned.

He held the reins in one hand and wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist with the other, and he could feel the heat of the skin of her arm touching him—she wore nothing but close-fitting leather soft armor.

He could even see the soft armor clinging to her body, drawing a beautiful arc on her chest.

His breathing suddenly became heavier.

It's as if the ends of her hair are sweeping across his chest at this moment, itchy, but very sultry.

He desperately wanted to grab something.

The fingers around her waist moved slightly, and he suddenly realized how soft her waist was—but that wasn't enough.

He felt as if someone had lit a small cluster of fire in his heart, and then, in an instant, his heart burned hot, and his hand reached through the edge of her leather soft armor, almost touching the smooth, cold skin, and he let out a soft sigh from his lips irrepressibly.

Her body stiffened, her back tensed, and her beautiful butterfly bones loomed in the soft armor.

He gently but forcefully brought her closer to his bosom with one hand, and the hand on the curve of her waist also came to her tight and flat lower abdomen.

She shuddered slightly with some sensitivity.

All the while looking ahead, his head leaning against the crook of his arm seemed to be a little uneasy and wanted to turn around.

— but he's still going on.

He held his breath, the hands under her clothes resting horizontally and against her skin, and he slowly probed upwards, little by little, until the back of his thumb touched a warm, soft resistance.

He paused.

And then—

He couldn't help but gently raise his hand and rub it with his somewhat rough fingertips.

She shuddered, turned her head sharply, and looked at him in full view of what she had never seen.

It was a pair of gray eyes.

It was Anne's eyes.

……

Alex woke up suddenly.

In the dark night, in the empty room, I could only hear his breathing a little too fast, he sat up on the bed board, his arms were still a little weak, the quilt slipped off his body, the coldness of the night made his almost hot body immediately stirred, it seemed that at this moment, he really got out of the beautiful dream just now.

Ever since the magic imposed by his parents was eliminated a year ago due to the improvement of his own magic, he has truly and completely recovered as a teenager, and even the tall body and great strength that he once wanted to have it have also come with it.

Even includes the love and desire that a teenager will have at a certain time.

Only now did he understand how the vague affection he once had for a girl—in the heart of a teenager—could not be suppressed.

In two years, the girl became more and more beautiful, and the swordsman's resoluteness and her own delicate and lovely attracted the attention of many people, like a thorny rose that slowly bloomed, dangerous, wild and charming.

He remembered the eyes that had looked at him in his dream—his face alone was reflected in the smoky gray, and even the impulse in the depths of his eyes was unconcealed.

If, if she just kept looking at him...

The young man's expression froze, and he suddenly reacted to an abnormality that he had not noticed all along.

He cursed in frustration, hurriedly packed up his clothes, and hurriedly walked to the bathroom, and halfway through, he suddenly realized - in order to hide his identity and better complete the secret mission assigned by the Alliance, Old John had mobilized the authority of the Grand Magister to let him live alone in a room he did not use in the castle - of course, externally, because his magical talent is rare in a hundred years, so he needs special care.

But no matter what, even though he lived alone, he was a little uncomfortable that it was in the name of his mentor.

After thinking about it, he used his magic again to disguise himself, took his clothes, and hurried out the door.

Although the fortresses behind the Academy of Magic on the east side and the Swordsman Academy on the west side are the bedrooms of the students of their respective academies, and they also have corresponding bathrooms, there are also public toilets in the banquet complex that connects the two castles, and it is rare for people to come on a normal day, especially late at night.

Of course, this did not make him relax his guard - he still learned to be a noble lady magician, dignified and elegant, walking towards that side unhurriedly, maintaining a state of unhurried after meeting people at any time.

In the orchard.

Davy lay on the ground in disarray, his face and body still scarred by the claws of the beast, he looked up at the starry sky under the cover of the trees, and recovered for a long time before he got up with great difficulty, and by the way took a large bite of a fruit from the side.

The sweetness and sourness of the juice poured into his mouth at once, and he felt as if he had come back to life, and his body slowly regained his strength.

It's all Annie's fault.

He took another big bite with an expressionless face, thinking coldly.

At night, the castle's orchards are filled with magical creatures, some of which are gentle and harmless, but there are still plenty of large and dangerous creatures that both the Magus and the Swordsman Mentor have emphasized since they first entered the school that they will still be attacked if they forcibly provoke them.

Yes, he was just provoked.

There was no way, he was also helpless, he couldn't find anyone to compete, so he had to fight against these creatures.

- I just didn't expect these creatures to be so ruthless.

Anne said she had fought with all of these creatures when she was in first grade.

He took another bite unhappily, the juice running down his jaw and irritating the wound, and he couldn't help but take a breath.

In any case, Anne is to blame, and Bartholomew is to blame.

Before today, Bartholomew had always trained with them, and he had always thought that he had found another like-minded partner, but it wasn't until he saw Bartholomew invite Anne to go rowing on the Little Night River at night during the day, and he realized what was going on.

Feelings, this person has a plot at all?

He was a little dissatisfied, and he thought that Anne, who was as pure as him in terms of force, would be dissatisfied, and then fiercely rejected this Bartholomew, who knows, Anne just hesitated for a moment, and actually agreed?

Well, even if you look at your age, maybe it's normal for something like this to happen.

David Straight Boy Felder tried to understand.

But that's not the reason for her to release his pigeons tonight!

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