You call this a black hand?

There is a strange fragrance in the girl's boudoir, which is body fragrance mixed with the smell emitted by some elegant solid wood furniture.

Outside the window, which is blocked by pink curtains, a gust of evening breeze blows in from time to time, bringing in the freshness and unique fishy smell of the grass outside.

When I passed by the desk by the window, I rustled some manuscript paper filled with small black characters written on it.

However, at this time, the hostess of the room was not sitting in front of the desk. Instead, a snow-white little cat walked around the surface of the table with its tail swaying, then jumped and landed on a classical-looking desk not far away. Black and white grand piano.

A burst of messy and unnecessary keyboard noise sounded.

This little female cat seemed to want to attract the attention of the hostess of the room in this way.

However, what makes him puzzled is that the noise of stepping on the piano usually attracts a lot of complaints, but now, it doesn't get any feedback at all.

Turning its head and looking, it found that its little master with beautiful blond hair was hiding in a luxurious four-poster bed that was covered by pink curtains, curled up and wrapped in a red satin quilt.

The gauze-like curtain blocks the view, so it can't see clearly what the little master is doing.

I could only vaguely see the graceful body under the red quilt shaking and trembling, accompanied by weak sobs, as if she was sobbing quietly because of something.

If you listen carefully, you can still vaguely hear some sad murmurs. The mistress in the quilt seems to be murmuring someone's name and title.

At first it was like the whisper of a mosquito or fly, very faint, but gradually it became relatively clear.

However, precisely because of this, the hostess seemed to be even more sad. After a few whinings, there was no sound at all.

It seemed that the person on the bed was tired from crying and fell asleep peacefully.

The room calmed down.

However, some people's sadness comes and goes quickly, while some people's sadness lasts forever.

Under the puzzled gaze of the little cat, the hostess, who had just slept for a short time, began to cry softly in self-pity.

It was as if she had really encountered some unbearable pain.

So it jumped on the bed lightly, came to the position where its owner's head was curled up in the quilt, and used its pink paws to fiddle with a few strands of messy blond hair that were missing from the quilt, trying to comfort her.

The hostess's sobs stopped abruptly.

Then, a delicate white hand with slender fingers took out from the quilt, and patted the little milk cat's forehead a few times.

Accompanied by this, there was also a weak and weak voice with a hint of hoarseness complaining.

"Go and play aside, don't talk to me."

"Meow~"

The kitten called to her affectionately, tilted its head and nibbled on the hostess's white and tender finger, but was inexplicably stimulated by the body fragrance on it and sneezed, and the sound sounded extremely cute.

Pets usually have the power to heal people's hearts.

With this interruption, the sad mood in the heart of the young girl who was huddled in the red quilt slowly calmed down.

She opened the quilt and sat up. She first wiped the wet corners of her eyes with the velvet handkerchief placed on the bedside table, then got off the bed with her bare feet and walked towards the bathroom.

The toes painted in sexy black left some traces on the white carpet, and the back of the blond man wearing thin pajamas gradually faded away. Under the curious gaze of the little cat, after a while, a bathtub appeared in the bathroom. The sound of water.

Then, along with the trivial sound of a body entering the water, the surroundings fell into complete silence.

…

In another bedroom quite far away from here, the nun crawling on the bedside breathed a sigh of relief.

Her current situation is very special, similar to being possessed, and she can clearly feel the thoughts, emotions and physical state of the blond girl.

But unlike possession, her thoughts were not projected onto Alyssa.

As if synchronizing with the other party, with a certain blood connection, everything Alyssa thinks and even feels will be projected onto her through a wonderful connection.

Therefore, although she cannot see him, she can clearly know what the other person is doing.

This made her feel very speechless.

Isn't he just a young brat?

As for being so sad and crying because of him?

However, although tonight's encounter made the nun a little embarrassed, she was more excited.

Because she found that things became more interesting.

She now knows that when her dear sister faced a choice, she not only did not expel but even killed the young apprentice who affected the relationship between mother and daughter.

Instead, she just went with the flow and pretended to be lovers with her student!

In the nun's opinion, this was simply an extremely stupid response.

Because of this kind of thing, if she is not careful, not only will she not miss her daughter, but it will turn mother and daughter into enemies.

Especially when there are enemies watching in the dark.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that it cannot be said that it is wrong for my sister Yin Sabella to make such a decision.

If we look at the girl's normal personality, it is indeed unlikely that she would do anything extraordinary.

However, who could have imagined that there is his own existence behind the girl?

"You are really trapped in a cocoon, my dear sister..."

Muttering with great interest, the nun lying on the bed closed her eyes tightly and concentrated on what a certain blond girl was thinking.

[The water is so hot, uncle, bathtub plot...will mom eat it too?]

[It’s so boring...Uncle, I want to be hugged...]

【A little sleepy……】

Because the bloodline has not been fully awakened, the synchronization that the nun can feel is not complete, it is intermittent, and some thoughts are very confusing.

But the nun herself was not very interested in what her daughter was thinking.

This does not prevent her from consciously inserting certain thoughts into the girl's thinking under this kind of imitation feeling.

"Am I really my mother's boy?"

"How could she do that to me?"

"It must be because of that engagement that my mother wanted to lie to me."

"Damn Felix!"

…

The state synchronization between mother and daughter is actually one-way. She can only feel everything about Alyssa, but Alyssa cannot feel hers.

However, relying on her superb spiritual power, she was able to distort and influence her daughter's thoughts through this one-way connection.

Although this influence is not necessarily very strong, it may even be very vague after it is passed on, and may even simply become some kind of unspeakable emotion.

But this can still greatly change Alyssa's thoughts and attitudes towards certain things.

For example, with the help of the nun, the girl suddenly "thought clearly" that the so-called stepfather was probably her mother acting because of the marriage contract.

Another example is what I wrote before.

Of course, writing is not a perverted idea, but a strategy.

A strategy that can make Mrs. Chelsea panic, and she must find a way to save her daughter from being abnormal.

The girl will think that as long as she shows strong abnormality, her mother will feel sorry for her, and then she will take the initiative to confess everything and return her uncle to her.

The underlying reason for this idea is, of course, that the nun wants to use this to sow discord between mother and daughter.

This is like a "beautiful man scheme". Using beautiful men to constantly sow discord, the rift between the two parties will become wider and wider, and eventually conflict will break out.

It's just that neither the mother and daughter who fell into the trap nor the handsome man who was used as a pawn were aware of the presence of the nun who used the scheme.

The young girl Alyssa only thinks that certain thoughts are what she thinks in her own heart!

This is the source of the nun's confidence that she can successfully train her daughter into a bloodthirsty demon, and then stab her sister Yin Sabella in the back.

Of course, since he is in the middle of the game, that little bastard named Melen will definitely not end well.

Let him be proud now. What good thing would it be if he was fought over by two women?

There will always be a day when he can't cry anymore!

When she thought about some bloody and cruel scenes that would happen in the future, the nun was filled with excitement and even couldn't wait.

But on the surface, she was always guiding the current thoughts of a certain blonde girl step by step.

"I remember that there seems to be a special bedroom somewhere in the manor?"

"Mom never lets me go near that place."

"Is there any secret inside..."

After laying the groundwork for the truth about her mother, the nun terminated the synchronization.

The blond young woman lying on the bed then opened her eyes.

Looking at the luxurious brown carpet close to Chi Chi for a long time, my mind kept thinking about my plan, my next move, and some of the things I was looking forward to...

Gradually, she inexplicably remembered everything she had felt before.

A wave of restlessness quietly emerged from the bottom of her heart, causing her toes, which were also painted in sexy black, to twist a few times on the bed unconsciously.

Beiqi bit her red lips, her eyes couldn't help but become blurred.

In his mouth, he murmured someone's name.

"Anthony..."