The gray-haired girl seized every opportunity to ask the right people, and took time out from the case to look through her notes late at night. After finalizing the formula, she continued to seize every opportunity to go out and buy the ingredients... until today, when this personally prepared ointment was officially delivered.
"Aisun..."
With rippling eyes, the woman slowly squatted down and grabbed the girl's hand on her chest.
"You are really too tired and want to sleep a little longer."
"Are you still embarrassed to face this scene?"
Human emotions are truly wonderful things.
she thought to herself.
It has been changing all the time... From the beginning, she found herself falling in love with the other person imperceptibly and even a little inexplicably - from that time on, she began to resist a little bit; then she became obsessed with her simply because of her appearance and her cuteness, and then developed a possessive desire.
Then, from all the little bits and pieces of their daily interactions, from all those fragments of images, they came together to form the indescribable and huge feeling of emotion that she is experiencing now.
Xia Yibing felt that if feelings were also divided into stages, then she must be in love more deeply.
In fact, she should have noticed it a long time ago.
My mentality has already changed. I have developed to the point where I can get great satisfaction just by seeing her and knowing that she is still around.
She fell asleep early and seemed to have escaped, but thinking this way, wasn't it a reward for her?
She sleeps next to me...
Sleeping in my office, in front of my eyes, where I can reach out and touch...
Whenever a woman thinks of this fact, she will always feel a huge amount of energy in her heart.
It was as if all the fatigue disappeared and I felt as energetic as if I had just slept for ten hours.
"Wang!"
Lily came closer with her nose sniffing, nuzzling the girl's legs and feet.
Then he opened his mouth and pulled off both of her boots.
"You are not qualified to touch this."
Xia Yibing snorted, stretched her legs to force it open, stared at the girl's curled up sleeping posture, rubbed her fingers, and her eyes fell on her black silk feet.
Anyway, these were originally my socks...
Well……
I remember there seems to be a legend that wearing socks to sleep will make you smell less fragrant?
Aisuen was so tired that he even forgot to take off his socks.
But I noticed this with my keen eye.
I don’t mind…
Let me help you...
There was a rustling noise.
Xia Yibing finished the last bite of food, sat back in her seat, and continued marking the papers with great enthusiasm.
She pulled the chair where Hitzfeld was lying close to her, and she could see the girl's face by turning her head.
She also took off her casual coat and used it as a blanket, and the girl's head was wrapped tightly under the coat.
"Wang?"
Lily watched the scene, especially the woman's pair of black silk legs, her blue dog eyes were full of confusion.
……
Hitzfeld had no idea what was happening in the outside world.
Xia Yibing thought too much. At least she decided to sleep in the office not because she felt shy, but because she was really very sleepy... The way from here to the lounge was very long, and she didn't want to run far, so she simply found a place that was safe enough to rest.
Speaking of being reassuring...what place could be more suitable than the office that previously belonged to Villefort and now belongs to Xia Yibing?
Another thing is that she was anxious to go to Dream City again.
I promised Pusaeng that classes would start on Friday, so not going that night was undoubtedly a breach of promise.
She had to explain.
Coming back to this upside-down academic city, looking around, I found that every step was deserted.
There are only a few people, probably like her, who need to come here to work in the endless night.
They are all unlucky guys.
Shrugging her shoulders, she walked up the stairs as if she knew the way there and found the auditorium tower of the Divine Academy.
At the top of the tower is the office of the dean of the Theological Seminary, which previously belonged to Ferdinand - strictly speaking, it belonged to both Ferdinand and her.
After all, she had been Ferdinand's teaching assistant, and it made sense for a teaching assistant and a professor to share an office.
And now that the Divine Seminary has not yet elected a new dean, this office will be exclusively occupied by her for quite a long time.
It is a great honor.
Unfortunately, this is not her main job, and even though she has such an honor, she has only come here a few times.
"Prusione doesn't seem to be here... Let's prepare for the lesson first."
To her shame, she hadn't even prepared for the new course that was supposed to start on Friday.
They shouldn't be too surprised that I didn't come, right?
Sitting behind the desk, writing furiously, Hitzfeld began to think wildly.
After all, I didn't submit a lesson plan... I haven't even decided on the name of the course and haven't declared it. How are they going to put this course on the schedule for students to choose?
I hope you can deduct less salary for your sake...
Writing lesson plans is not difficult.
In a country like Sarah's, in an era like this... even being able to read, write and do arithmetic is enough to be called the elite class - although that is just the threshold of the threshold, it is conceivable that its overall education level is far inferior to that of her previous life.
She had experienced the training and torture of argumentative essays, and had read countless books and newspapers of all sizes. Even if she had never done this before, it would be enough for her to write purely based on her experience.
What's more, this is a new topic.
A new topic.
She makes all the rules.
In this situation, it doesn’t matter if the lesson plan has flaws, as long as it can be completed satisfactorily in the end.
"Ha~~~"
After finishing writing the draft of the lesson plan for half a semester in one go, Hitzfeld stretched.
"?"
Then she froze.
She felt her shoes were gone.
She lowered her head into the hole in the table, lifted up her skirt and took a look.
It's indeed gone.
"This……"
Before she could come to her senses, the pantyhose she was wearing were gone.
It disappeared in an instant, and right under her eyes, she was completely left with bare legs and feet.
What the hell?
Wiggling his toes to make sure they belonged to him, Hitzfeld's face suddenly turned red.
Don't ask, it must have happened in reality.
Is it Xia Gan?
Oh... I forgot to tell her that I wasn't just sleeping there, she was probably doing it for my own good...
should……
She was unsure, so she quickly got up and ran to the door to lock it, fearing that the other clothes would disappear in the next second.
Then she waited a minute...
five minutes……
There was no missing piece of clothing on my body.
Thoroughly relieved.
There is no concept of dust on the ground in Dream City, so you don’t have to worry about walking barefoot. Even if you are seen, it will only be a minor impoliteness.
Any less won’t do.
Then it’s not a question of Xiaoli, but a question of whether Xia Yibing will be strangled to death by her.
She was a little hesitant about whether to wake up.
The second sleep was short and I was able to sleep because the first sleep was assisted by drugs and I was unable to use the power of the ring.
This dream has used up all the times I have used up the magic ring. If I wake up, I will have to wait until next Friday to sleep again.
Forget it.
The body is very tired, so it is more important to get more sleep.
"Kakaka-"
The door lock suddenly began to twist on its own, almost scaring her.
It must have been someone turning the doorknob from outside - he wanted to come in, but didn't expect the door to be locked.
I...I am—
She looked around the office, then lifted up her skirt to look at her bare legs and feet, and Hitzfeld showed a rare flustered look.
I cursed the woman in my heart and decided to give her a good beating when I woke up.
"Boom boom boom!"
There was a knock on the door.
"Ms. Hitzfeld, I know it's you, and it can only be you."
The voice belongs to Princess Vona.
Hitzfeld was a little surprised.
She thought that the person outside the door might be Pusa, the deans of Pauldrac, or even a student, but she never thought it might be a princess.
"Open the door, Hitzfeld."
I don’t know what was confirmed, but the tone of the person outside the door became somewhat unfriendly.
“I finally found this opportunity…”
"We have to talk."
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Chapter 106 Questioning
Hitzfeld did not doubt the other party's identity.
She could keep the fact that she had found a new job in Puslint secret from others, but it was difficult to keep it secret from a princess. Besides, the office had been hers for a long, long time, so it was not difficult to find out.
Her only curiosity was how Princess Vona had determined that she was here.
The other party was able to find this after undoubtedly investigating her information. Her identity as a Devourer was clear on her face, and Princess Vona should also know that she suffers from insomnia.
Oh, maybe this isn't her first time...
Thinking about how the other party tried to turn the doorknob without even knocking at the beginning, Hitzfeld smiled bitterly.
