You call this a black hand?

These shameless words caused the living room to fall into silence.

Looking down at the young boy in her arms who was looking at her eagerly, Mrs. Chelsea, who should have been angry, was a little flustered.

Because a certain emotion in the other party's eyes was no longer concealed, like two clusters of bright flames, eager to ignite the long-repressed firewood in her body.

"Think of something beautiful!"

Unnaturally avoiding the eyes of her students, she said angrily: "If you say such things again, your birthday will never be celebrated again!"

"teacher……"

Meren did not answer the question, but instead raised his hand and gently stroked the delicate and soft face of the person in front of him, "Have you forgotten something recently?"

"What's up?"

"We went to the storybook a while ago, but in the end we gained nothing."

These words made Mrs. Chelsea even more flustered. She raised her hand and patted Mellen's hand away. Her earlobes were already bright red. "Some things are impossible to gain in the first place."

"But at least, we should go in and study it."

Mellen said seriously: "If you don't go in and take a look, who knows if there will be any gains?"

"What if there really isn't?"

"I believe there must be something inside."

The lady didn't say anything after hearing this.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly looked back at Mellen. The panic in her eyes had been replaced by calmness, "Do you want to use this as a birthday gift?"

"I hope I can continue to break through."

Mellen answered without hesitation.

The calmness in Madam's eyes weakened, and a trace of water appeared in her green eyes unconsciously.

Just after blinking, these ripples disappeared in an instant like an illusion.

"I'll think about it, you go first." She said softly.

"What are you considering?" Mellen asked persistently.

"I'm too lazy to tell you, get out of here!"

Pushing the guy in her arms away angrily, Mrs. Chelsea hurriedly left the living room.

Her back looked a little panicked.

Seeing this, Meren couldn't help but laugh.

Although I was talking about the storybook world just now, I was actually talking about the relationship between the two parties.

What surprised him was that this time the lady did not explicitly refuse...

But after thinking about it for a while, Mellen looked confused.

"What do you mean, teacher?"

Looking back on that conversation, he was a little confused.

However, clear feedback can only be obtained in the past few days, and it is useless to think about it too much. Therefore, Mellen did not think about it for long.

Considering the business mentioned before, he reorganized his thoughts and hurriedly left the secret cabin.

Mellen was ready to find a way to free Jonah the Holy Spirit.

After all, no matter what, that person is also a high-end combatant.

If trouble does come your way next, it will always be a help.

"If you do this, you will inevitably come into contact with the devil."

This incident made Mellen suddenly think of the nun who was imprisoned by him.

Two days ago, he still remembered the way the nun transformed into a female devil. And according to the Holy Spirit, when the nun gave birth to Alisa, it was the devil who was behind the scenes.

…

"Before contacting her, talk to her first."

With this thought in mind, Meren turned around and disappeared in an instant.

When he reappeared, he had arrived in the dimly lit classroom, which was Base 3.

When I first saw it, everything was exactly the same as when I left, whether it was the messy tables and chairs or the cobweb dust in the corners of the walls.

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And the figure sitting on the chair, tied with red ropes, was looking at him expressionlessly, with undisguised resentment in his eyes.

"Is this woman quite angry?"

Mellen was stared at and speechless.

…

"What on earth do you mean?"

On the other side, when she returned to the bedroom, the blush on the lady's face had faded a lot. When she sat in front of the dressing table, her eyes were not flustered at all and she had completely calmed down.

"He clearly doesn't want to break off the relationship with your good friend, but you still say you want to consider it?"

In the dressing table mirror, the "Mrs." with slightly curly blond hair frowned and asked.

The lady in the mirror also had a flushed face at the moment, and her hoarse voice was drier than usual, but her expression was normal.

"Juliana has been my best friend since we were kids."

The lady answered softly, raised her hand and took off the pearl hairnet that held her blond hair, then shook it and tossed her hair into a slightly messy shawl style.

"Meron is very important, but I can't not consider Juliana."

"So what are you thinking about? How to snatch Meren over without hurting your good friend?"

"Well..." Madam hesitated a little, "You don't have to grab it."

"What do you mean? Do you want him to be confused with you two?"

The Holy Spirit in the mirror was a little stunned, "Are you crazy?"

"Who said I was willing?"

When she tilted her head and raised her hand to remove a dark blue earring from her earlobe, the lady said angrily: "If it wasn't a good thing you did, how could I say I would consider it?"

"Now that he knows everything, do I still have room to explicitly refuse?"

"You mean this is just a delaying tactic on your part?" the Holy Spirit continued to ask without any sense of embarrassment.

"Not really..."

"Doesn't it count?"

"No matter what, Mellen is my student, my child, and even my relative."

The lady said seriously: "Rather than just men and women."

"so?"

"So sometimes, of course I need to pamper him."

"Pamper him?"

The Holy Spirit in the mirror didn't understand what was going on for a while, but after thinking about it, it suddenly dawned on him.

"I see, it turns out you just couldn't help it anymore."

These words made the lady pick off the earring on the other ear and she paused unconsciously. Then she asked curiously: "What can't I help?"

"You can't help the desire in your body, just like you did in the lake."

The Holy Spirit said in a disdainful tone: "That's why I made an excuse for myself, but I couldn't hide my face for a while, so I said I would consider it - you are really a bitch."

The lady was not angry when she heard this. She thought about it and nodded.

"It seems that you are right to understand this."

She said: "I do think about it again, and I don't want to be secretive anymore. In other words, it's not a problem to hold it in like this all the time."

"But you're not going to really take Melen back from your friend?"

"I have thought about it carefully, and it is useless to snatch it back."

The lady shook her head and said, "That kid Mellen is not a single-minded person. Sooner or later, after the novelty wears off, he will be tempted to go out and steal food."

"Julianna may be able to tolerate this, but I definitely can't. If a quarrel breaks out, the relationship will inevitably break down."

"So even if I agree to him, I still need to restrain myself from investing too much in the relationship between men and women, otherwise it will be bad for both parties."

These words appear very calm and rational.

But the point of the Holy Spirit in the mirror is not in this aspect.

"Are you ready to promise him?"

"Um."

"What did you promise him?"

"Of course as his lover."