You call this a black hand?

The secret cabin is located under a remote forest park in Fort St. Grant. It was originally closed. Although there were ventilation holes, there were no windows.

However, during this period, Mrs. Chelsea who lived here obviously made some careful renovations to it.

Even when Melenmihu woke up in the morning, a refreshing sound of birdsong immediately reached his ears.

Looking sideways, there was now a huge floor-to-ceiling window where the hard wall had been, with a clear color and a slight frosty atmosphere.

There are exquisite oil paintings and thick curtains hanging on both sides, and outside the window is the forest park with birds singing and flowers fragrant.

The early morning sunlight penetrated and illuminated the brown floor of the bedroom a bright color. The magic kettle not far away began to gurgling and swaying after "detecting" that Meron had woken up, and breakfast was constantly emanating from the spout.

A milky flavor.

The young man with messy black hair ignored the magical kettle. Instead, he picked up a magic wand on the bedside table and gestured towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

Then the small window above opened, and the refreshing fresh air rolled into the shop from the outside. It seemed to have a bit of sweetness like grass and flower cores, which made Meren, who had not slept much all night, couldn't help but gasp.

Had a refreshing hatch.

"It's so strange. The bedroom is obviously underground, but this window seems to be stretched across the park above, but it can't be seen from the outside... 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.

The empty white bed had been made very neatly and cleanly, with no stains remaining. Only the soft and smooth touch and warmth seemed to still be faintly left in the bedding.

Mellen wanted to get up and look for it, but the warm quilt made him full of nostalgia.

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

Outside the bedroom is the living room, which is empty and without a trace of anyone. Mellen found Mrs. Chelsea in the study.

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

After seeing Melen coming, she glanced up at him with a normal expression. Without saying anything, Melen leaned over and kissed her naturally rosy and plump lips without any lip gloss on them, which earned her an angry look.

"The day is for doing business."

She pretended to be unhappy and scolded: "Don't be too obsessed with this kind of thing. Although it won't hurt your body, it will make people lose their fighting spirit."

I don’t know which one of us is addicted.

Mellen secretly cooed after hearing this.

At the beginning of last night, the person in front of me had the bearing of a teacher and an elder, and seemed a bit boring in his silent manner. As a result, he was so distracted that he forgot everything.

Although he didn't say any random words, his obsessive energy was really frightening.

In other words, beings like Melen, who have mastered the Sun Knight Breathing Technique, don't feel the pressure. If it were someone else, he might not be able to get out of bed today.

“Where is the Holy Spirit?”….

In order to save some face for the teacher, Mellen refused to expose her and asked about other things.

"I don't know where I went."

The lady with blond hair in an elegant hairstyle replied in a low voice. After looking away from Meren, she returned her attention to the document at hand.

"But I guess she is hiding somewhere right now, doubting life."

"Doubtful about life?"

"Well, she hasn't recovered yet."

Saying this, Mrs. Chelsea, who lowered her head, frowned slightly and felt a little depressed.

Before yesterday, she didn't feel anything bad, but after a night of experience, she felt that she was a little reckless.

It's not that I regret my decision to be the student's lover, but I feel very dissatisfied that a third party is involved in such a private matter between two people.

This sentiment seems to make no sense.

Because she had analyzed it very rationally, dragging the Holy Spirit down would be of great benefit to Melen and herself.

Initially, she asked Meren to torture the Holy Spirit without even much hesitation.

But now, although she still didn't think she regretted it, she couldn't suppress a burst of irritation in her heart. She just felt uncomfortable. No matter how she looked at the Holy Spirit, she didn't like it.

This attitude is inappropriate and is not conducive to future interactions or even cooperation with the Holy Spirit. Mrs. Chelsea's reason finally prevails, and she can suppress her instinctive emotions without really affecting her words and deeds.

But my mood will not improve at all.

So when she saw Meren leaning over to look at the documents in her hand, she pushed his forehead out with her slender fingers angrily, "Have you brushed your teeth? You're so close?"

Do wizards still need to brush their teeth?

Once the cleaning spell is cast, everything will be clean.

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

After chatting for a while and disturbing her work, Meren looked at the time and got up to go to class.

But of course I didn’t forget to kiss him goodbye at the end.

The lady resisted this for a few times, but she couldn't resist him, so she simply stopped resisting.

But after Meren left, she gently touched her moist lips with her fingers, her expression looking a little helpless.

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

"Obviously there is no room left for storage, so why are you still in such a state of dissatisfaction with your desires?"

She felt very confused about this and even wondered if she was sick.

However, when Madam saw a figure emerging from the mirror not far away, this suspicion was erased unconsciously.

She still wants to do it next time, but the Holy Spirit is still in a daze now and has not even exited the state she was in last time.

If you are really sick, the guy in the mirror is much worse than you are.

"Don't you dare come out to see Mellen again? You are really embarrassed."

I didn't want to pay much attention to this third party, but the words from my heart came out of my mouth uncontrollably, making the lady's expression startled.

"Am I embarrassed?"

Sheng Sheng, who looked confused and didn't know what he was thinking, was stunned when he heard this, and then said angrily: "I don't know whose brother came and screamed last night. He was obviously a teacher, and his daughter is as old as him.

, do you still want to show off?"

"Furthermore, when you got up this morning, who was so staggered when walking, and even fell down at the door of the study?"

"In terms of age, you are older than Mellen's grandma."

Mrs. Chelsea was ridiculed without changing her expression, "As a result, you didn't even dare to speak in front of him last night. You only dared to harass me in your mind. Let me think about it, what did you say last night?"

"you--"

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

"you this******!"

"Theoretically, you are my real mother."

The lady responded in a natural tone, no longer caring about the issue of face.

You have to wash your hands frequently