Located beneath a remote forest park in Fort St. Grant, the Secret Lodge was originally enclosed, with vents but no windows.

However, during this time, Mrs. Chelsea, who lives here, has clearly undergone a careful makeover.

Even in the morning, when the lake wakes up in the lake of Melun, a fresh birdsong immediately comes to the ears.

Looking sideways, the original hard wall is now surrounded by a huge floor-to-ceiling window, with a transparent color and a slight frost attached.

There are beautiful oil paintings and thick curtains hanging on both sides, and the window is the forest park with the fragrance of birds and flowers.

The morning sun seeped in, illuminating the brown floor of the bedroom in a bright color, and the magic kettle not far away also began to gurgle and shake after "detecting" Mellen when he woke up, and the spout continued to exude the milky smell of breakfast like breakfast.

The black-haired boy ignored the magic kettle, but grabbed a wand from his bedside table and gestured at the floor-to-ceiling window.

So the small window above opened, and the fresh air rolled into the shop from the outside, which seemed to have a sweet smell like a little grass and flowers, so that Melun, who hadn't slept much all night, couldn't help but give a refreshing halt.

"It's amazing, the bedroom is underground, but this window looks like it's going to the park above, but it's out of sight...... How did the teacher do it?"

He was a little curious about this, but unfortunately he looked sideways and found that the tall figure from last night had disappeared at this moment.

The empty white bed was neatly cleaned up, and there was no stain left, only the soft and slippery touch and temperature seemed to be faintly left in the bedding.

Mellen wanted to get up and look for it, but the warm quilt filled him with nostalgia.

It wasn't until the milk in the kettle was hot, and a cup was full and floated out of thin air for him to take a few sips, that he reluctantly got up and dressed, and walked out of the bedroom with his slippers on.

Outside the bedroom was the parlor, empty, with no human figure, and Mellen was the Lady Chelsea found in the study.

At this time, she was wearing only a simple white low-cut nightdress, delicate toes in black slippers, and was sitting in the study flipping through a document.

After seeing Melen coming, she glanced up at him as usual, and didn't say anything, but Melen leaned over and kissed her lips, which were naturally rosy and full without any lip gloss, causing a strange look.

"Daytime is spent doing business."

She pretended to be displeased and blamed, "Don't be too obsessed with this kind of thing, although it won't hurt your body, but it will make people lose their fighting spirit."

I don't know which of us is addicted.

Mellen muttered secretly when he heard this.

At the beginning of last night, the person in front of me still had the bearing of a teacher and an elder, and his dull appearance seemed a little boring, but he forgot everything when he was confused.

Although he didn't say some nonsense, the obsessive energy was really shocking.

That is, Meren, an existence who has practiced the Sun Knight Breathing Method, does not feel pressure on this, and if you change people, you may not be able to get out of bed today.

"What about the Holy Spirit?" ….

To save some face for the teacher, Melen didn't try to debunk her, but asked about something else.

"I don't know where I went."

The lady with her blonde hair in an elegant hairstyle replied in a low voice, and after retracting her gaze at Merron, she returned her attention to the paper at hand.

"But I guess she's hiding somewhere, doubting her life."

"Doubting life?"

"Well, she hasn't recovered yet."

Saying this, Mrs. Chelsea, who lowered her head, frowned slightly, and her mood was a little annoyed.

Before yesterday, she didn't feel anything, but after a night, she felt a little reckless.

It's not that I regret the decision to be a lover for the student, but I feel very dissatisfied with this kind of private matter between two people, but there is a third party mixed in it.

This sentiment doesn't seem to make sense.

Because she had analyzed it very sensibly, pulling the Holy Spirit into the water would be of great benefit to Meren and to herself.

At first she asked Melen to torture the Holy Spirit, without even hesitation.

But now, although she still doesn't think she regrets it, she can't suppress a burst of irritability in her heart, that is, she is uncomfortable, how to look at the Holy Spirit, how unpleasant.

This attitude should not be at all, it is not conducive to the future relationship and even cooperation with the Holy Spirit, and Mrs. Chelsea's reason has prevailed after all, and being able to suppress instinctive emotions will not really affect her words and actions.

But the mood will not improve in the slightest.

So seeing Melen poke her head to look at the document in her hand, she angrily pushed his forehead out with her slender fingers, "Have you brushed your teeth, are you so close?"

Wizards still need to brush their teeth?

With a cleaning spell, everything is clean.

Melen was a little surprised by the teacher's attitude, but she just thought that she was more feminine after completely transforming into a young woman, so she didn't think much about it.

After chatting a few words and disturbing her work, Mellen saw that the time was approaching and got up to go to class.

But in the end, I didn't forget to kiss goodbye.

Madame refused this a few times, but she couldn't resist him, so she simply stopped resisting.

It's just that after Melen left, her fingers lightly touched her wet lips, and her expression looked a little helpless.

After tossing all night, her body was extremely tired, but after being teased a few times just now, she found that she wanted it again.

"Obviously there is no room for storage, why is it still in this state of dissatisfaction?"

She was at a loss for what she knew, and even wondered if she was sick.

However, when Madame saw a figure appear in the mirror not far away, this suspicion was unconsciously dispelled a lot.

She still wants another time, but this Holy Spirit is still in a trance, and she hasn't even withdrawn from the last state.

If you want to say that you are really sick, the guy in the mirror is much more serious than yourself.

"Don't dare to come out to see Meren again? You're a shame."

I didn't want to pay more attention to this third party, but the words in my heart couldn't help but come out of my mouth, making Mrs. look stunned.

"Am I ashamed?"

His expression was dazed, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and then said angrily, "I don't know whose brother came and went last night, it's obviously a teacher, and his daughter is as old as him, do you want to make a face?"

"And when I got up this morning, who walked staggeringly, and even fell at the door of the study?"

"Speaking of age, you're older than Merlen's grandmother."

Mrs. Chelsea was mocked and kept her face unmoved, "As a result, you didn't even dare to speak in front of him last night, only to harass me in your head. Let me think, what did you say last night?"

"You—"

Madame didn't really say it, but the Holy Spirit automatically substituted what she said last night, and even became a little angry.

"You ******!"

"Theoretically, you're my true mother."

Madame responded in a natural tone, and she didn't care about the face at all.

Wash your hands frequently