Kassel Academy, Norton Pavilion, at night.

A room on the second floor.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the room have the best view of the college except for the president's office, and although the redwoods in the wind, the squirrels jumping between the trees, and the rippling waters of Lake Michigan are not visible in the dark, but the lights in the library and the firelight of the boats cruising in the lake are just as hazy and beautiful.

The interior of the room is luxuriously decorated, the previous owner of this venue was a good owner, paid out of his own pocket to complete the second round of decoration for it, surrounded by paintings by famous artists, and there are many ornaments on the solid wood desk in the corner of the room, some are just simple decorations, and some are real alchemy!

In addition to the ornaments, there are also incompatible light and thin monitors and piles of documents on the desk at this time, the chandelier on the ceiling has been turned off at some point, and the only light source in the room that is still working is the table lamp on the table.

In the soft light of the lamp, the slender hand left a signature under the document---- and at the bottom of the mountain, in the lower right corner of the paper, it was Elisabeth Laurent.

Behind the desk, there were two chairs, a gentle man with black hair sitting quietly correcting documents, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a slightly crooked tie, and on the other chair, a beautiful girl leaning back in a chair.

The silver-white and shiny hair spreads out behind the backrest, revealing a pure and beautiful sleeping face.

I don't know how long later, the girl's eyes opened from her sleep, and a slightly confused voice came out: "Mo? ”

"Awake?" Her voice was gentle and magnetic, as if it was further deepening the fog in the girl's head, but she quickly got rid of the half-dreaming and half-awake state of confusion, and her expression returned to coldness, but she still sat in the chair, only got up slightly, and put the trench coat that had been covering her body over her shoulders with a blank face.

"Good evening." She stretched slightly, the curves of her body became more and more proud as she got older, and the lines under the pure white sweater were full of tension.

"Good evening, it's rare to see you fall asleep at your desk so lax."

"It's just that there's too much to do." There seemed to be a thorn in the girl's words without a trace of emotion: "The very small part of the affairs assigned to you has not been dealt with for half a month, and the impact of the Bronze and Fire King confirming death is beyond our imagination, the result of the combination." She gestured faintly to her desk, "I think you've seen that." ”

"And," Chen Mo, who was still correcting the documents, suddenly felt the heat coming from his ears, and his extremely cold voice was accompanied by a warm breath caressing his ears, and Chen Mo's whole body stiffened, "The alchemy matrix here has guaranteed that no one but you can enter, no matter how lax I am here, no matter what we do here, no one else will see it, right?" ”

Chen Mo, who was frozen, smiled bitterly and turned around, but the girl's slender and slender body quickly burrowed in front of him, and two hands as white as jade swept across Chen Mo's chest, lightly grabbed the tie, straightened and tied it tightly.

"You're much more lax than I am, working too long will reduce your efficiency and energy, this kind of appearance will make people feel disrespectful, and the tie should be tied more or less seriously." The girl didn't know if she was fiddling with her tie or something else.

From a very close distance, he could clearly see the girl's face that was enough to make Helen jealous, and that was only part of her amazing charm, the long silver hair that had turned silver for some reason, the snow-like skin, the tall legs, and the light in her eyes, all added to her beauty.

So Chen Mo watched the girl with his slender and white hands to tidy up his messy clothes after a busy day, and then gently hugged the girl's soft and warm body.

The girl froze for a moment, sighed, hugged the man instead, patted his back lightly with her hand, tentatively stepped on the ground like a dangling foot, and then pressed closer, taking her whole body into the warm embrace, then turned and leaned back, picking up a document from the table, she didn't flip forward to test what the other person had filled in, but continued to read the priceless information backwards carelessly.

The girl, who was so beautiful that she felt a sense of detachment from everything around her, focused her eyes on the words on the paper, but spoke to the people behind her as if she didn't care about these things at all:

"It's too loose." She said coldly.

"I can't do it alone." The warm-faced man smiled faintly: "Isn't it impossible for the two of us to work if you hug us tightly?" ”

The girl leaned against the warm nest, her body suddenly stopped with a slight heaving of lazy breathing, and when she turned her head, she found that Chen Mo's black eyes were staring at her, Elizabeth was suddenly a little annoyed, she stuck it and opened her mouth to bite Chen Mo's neck.

Her white, neat teeth easily left a bright red mark on her skin.

The girl glanced coldly at the man who seemed to be a little troubled, and said nothing, just threw herself into the pile of affairs.

As a result, the vast affairs of the great dragon blood family ushered in two terrifying processing machines on this night.

I don't know how long it took, maybe two or three hours, the girl gently threw the monitor on the wooden table, leaned back relaxedly, and the comfort that came from the depths of her soul when she got close to it wore away the fatigue of work.

Elizabeth almost struggled to break herself out of the utopian atmosphere, and she keenly caught the flicker of loss in the eyes of the seemingly intently staring at the flat panel.

She spat out coldly:

"I'll take a shower, and I'll take care of the rest."

Chen Mo nodded, revealing that soft smile again.

"Don't laugh like that." The girl frowned, "I'll want someone to throw you into Lake Michigan with that expression again." ”

The man fell silent, reached out and rubbed his face, and said succinctly, "Okay." ”

It didn't take long for the sound of water in the bathroom to sound, not loud, but very clear, the time had come to the middle of the night unconsciously, the starry lights outside the window had almost disappeared, even the wind was unusually calm, the leaves of the cedar and pine trees did not make any movement under the disturbance of the blowing, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the rustle of the tip of the pen against the paper and the sound of the water hitting the skin could be heard.

They sang to each other in the open space until the sound of running water stopped.

The door opened with a "click", and the moist moisture approached with the slight sound of footsteps, Chen Mo signed his name on the last document, and looked up to see the silver-haired girl walking over wrapped in a bathrobe.

Radiant silver hair, moist turquoise eyes, cheeks with the ruddy flush of bathing, eyes swaying and brewing in Chen Mo's undisguised gaze, but the corners of the bright red lips did not rise, and the expression was still a little frozen, but there were signs of melting.

"Is it pretty?" The girl asked softly, and gradually moved closer to Chen Mo, who was sitting in the chair.

"Beautiful." He smiled, smiling happily: "The headmaster told me the reason why he slain the dragon, and talked about the calves exposed by the wind in his skirt when the Cambridge girl passed by more than a hundred years ago, which was a memory engraved in his mind. ”

His hand lightly attached to the girl's face, his fingers rubbing over the soft cheeks, then his thumb pressed to her lips and swiped slightly to the right.

"He said he was alive for the memories that were dying, and at that time I felt like the old thing and the teacher had a fight, in some ways." He cupped the girl's cheek: "Smile, okay?" I also wanted to leave something engraved in my mind. ”

The girl gently pushed his hand away and slowly retreated to the side of the bed, "squeak", and the bed moaned unwillingly as she sat down on the bed.

The slightly open neckline of the bathrobe reveals white and red skin, and the curves are graceful and palpitating, delicate as clotted white jade.

The white snow seems to break through the skin and overflow through the skin, and the graceful lines from the thighs to the calves reveal an indescribable charm.

The girl smiled coquettishly, and her eyes, which were originally as cold as ice, burned with surging lust at some point.

"You're going to live forever, you know," she exhaled, her eyes misty.

"Ange values those because the other people who remember them are dead."

"But the way I am now, you alone will see it, both before and in the future."

The extremely charming girl was thrown on the bed by the man, smiling happily with ill-intentioned tenderness in her eyes.

In the warm water, the man gradually melted, and the girl sprinkled some salt and pepper in the soup according to her preference, and added chopped vegetables and spices, and boiled it just right, swallowing it all.

There was no one else in the Norton Pavilion late at night.

The voices of the two men were very quiet, and only when the moonlight poured into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows would someone sigh softly at the beautiful scenery.

"Why didn't you just hold me tightly?"

"People always have to hold on to something to survive."

"Hmm."

"But I'll be afraid of holding on to a phantom."

The woman whispered in his ear:

"Then hold me tight."

The man then replied:

"Okay."