They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

Yes, she was listening, and she could hear clearly.

I just felt a little wronged.

Why won't he help her when she's already in so much pain?

Instead, we should talk about the facts.

She felt terrible inside, as if there was a fire burning her up.

My body felt sticky and I was restricted, which was very uncomfortable.

I want to get rid of all the constraints, I want to be close to him and feel that rare coolness.

Sistine thought she was perfectly normal, but Xia was terrified when he saw how much she nodded, fearing she might nod her head off.

"The medicinal effects of this powder are too strong and penetrate deep into the bone marrow, so it cannot be relieved by conventional methods."

"I'm going to save you now, but the methods I use might be a bit inappropriate for children."

"But I didn't mean to offend you, and I'll be careful to keep things in check. I hope you can understand."

"This is the only solution at present."

Xia explained patiently, speaking each sentence slowly.

He knew that under the influence of the powdery mist, Sistine's mind was probably sluggish, so he waited patiently for her to finish processing what he had said.

Only by helping her release this powdery mist can we save her; otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable!

He originally did not intend to take advantage of someone's misfortune.

So I wanted to help her solve the problem through handicrafts.

but!

After hearing his explanation, Sistine's forehead was covered in sweat, and her face gradually turned disgusted.

She reached out her hand, soft and yielding, as if trying to push Xia away.

But her body wouldn't obey her commands at all, resembling a reluctant acceptance.

She looked somewhat sad.

She was clearly the Holy Maiden of Swords, but at this moment she looked as pitiful as a puppy.

She couldn't push Xia away; instead, she reached out and grabbed his collar.

Although there was little force, her large, watery eyes were filled with sorrow and accusation.

Her expression was charming yet pitiful, filled with melancholy.

Her mind was a complete blank.

All I could smell was the pleasant scent emanating from the boy in front of me.

My body felt like it had been branded with a hot iron.

The boy in front of her was like a magnet, drawing her to him without her noticing a cool sensation.

But during her brief moment of lucidity, she understood what Char said.

Her large, watery eyes showed a hint of despair and loss.

She wanted to reach out and touch her eyes, and the scars in her heart were reopened.

My thoughts were racing.

She remembered that night in the dense forest, by the stream.

He saw it.

Although she said she didn't care.

But actually, you still care, right?

Otherwise, why would he say such a thing at a time like this?

"So you really are disgusted with me?"

"Boom!"

The sound of a hand striking the hardwood floor was somewhat dull.

Char was pinned against the wall again.

Or rather, it's a ground slam.

Before her lay Sistine's exquisite face, with a beautiful cheek, a pert nose, and cherry-red lips that were naturally rosy.

The ribbon covered his eyes, but Xia had seen what lay beneath.

Half of her body was pressed against Xia Ya, her soft, delicate body pressed against him, displaying her girlish charm to him without reservation.

Strands of hair fell down and landed in front of Char.

Under the influence of the powder mist, she revealed her girlish side.

Sistine looked down at Char, her cheeks flushed, her delicate features uniquely hers.

That was an unparalleled beauty that the woman before him had never possessed before.

But at this moment, Sistine's beautiful brows furrowed, and she looked somewhat dissatisfied.

"I'm known as a goddess in the academy, don't these juniors even flirt with me?"

The air was warm and slightly damp, with a pleasant fragrance.

She clearly failed to appreciate Char's kindness in not taking advantage of her vulnerability.

She just felt that he really didn't treat her like a girl.

Surprisingly, he chose to restrain himself?

Am I really that unattractive?!

Or is he disgusted with himself?

At this point, Sistine was clearly unable to think straight; she could only think about one thing.

Her domineering yet imposing posture created an ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them.

Even though she was clearly in the lead, she now had a somewhat aggrieved look on her face.

Char is quite helpless.

Am I wrong to be a gentleman?

But he also knew that Sistine wasn't quite rational right now, so he could only explain to her gently.

"Senior, that's not true, don't overthink it."

As he spoke, he tried to escape from Sistine's control.

Unfortunately, given his current position, it wouldn't be easy for him to squeeze out.

Completely pinned down, unable to move.

"What did you mean by what you just said? Weren't you just saying you looked down on me?"

Sistine, however, was very serious.

Char tried to find a way to resist, but unfortunately, he was completely powerless to do so.

Sistine was affected by the pink mist, but her strength as the Sword Saintess was not affected at all.

He had just tried to lift her up, but despite her soft and delicate body, he couldn't shake her off.

She held him firmly in her arms.

Sistine was even unhappy that Char wasn't looking at her, so she forcibly pulled his head towards her.

"I'm talking to you!"

"Senior, do you know what you're doing right now?"

Xia wanted to advise her not to act impulsively.

Under the influence of drugs and driven by instinct, one may feel good in the moment, but it will be too late to regret it when one sobers up.

While speaking, Char tried to find a chance to escape.

You're just saying you don't like me!

"I do not have."

Even now, you're still lying. It's obviously true!

Sistine's eyes, which were covered, reddened.

She leaned down, directly silencing Xia before he could say anything more.

Now, I won't hear anything that would make me unhappy.

Xia was slightly surprised, but then he understood.

He had assumed that Sistine, like Nia, would at most just rub against her.

After all, the idea of ​​staying away from boys because of psychological trauma sounds very naive.