Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

Miss Witch couldn't help but sigh again.

It seemed that she would have to go back to the White Tower before going to Victoria to replenish her stock.

Of course, Victoria seems to have stockings for sale as well, so why not wait until Victoria restocks them?

Just as she was struggling between these two choices, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and then Charles, wearing only a short, narrow bath towel, walked out.

He didn't dry himself completely, so water was still dripping from his hair from time to time.

Miss Witch had good eyesight, so she could clearly see a crystal drop of water falling from the tip of the man's hair, sliding down the man's well-shaped and even better-feeling chest muscles, running fast on his abdominal muscles, and finally disappearing on the bath towel that could hardly cover anything.

“Gudong…”

Lacie suddenly swallowed her saliva with a red face, trying not to make any sound.

Then, as if she were guilty of having done something wrong, she quickly turned her head away so that Charles could not see her face.

Although Charles did not notice her abnormal behavior.

Charles simply turned off the light, then walked to the bed in his slippers with creaking footsteps.

Lacey curled up in bed, lying on her side, motionless, pretending to be asleep.

She didn't want Ciel to know she was still awake.

But how could her poor acting skills deceive Charles, who always had sharp perceptions?

So soon, she felt a gentle slap on her butt.

"Get up," the man's slightly hoarse voice sounded in her ears at the same time, "I need to change the sheets. Do you have other sheets here?"

Lacie thought to herself, of course there are, and not only sheets, but also quilts and pillows—

This is where she has lived for decades, how could these things not be here?

But she didn't open her mouth, she planned to continue pretending to sleep.

"Wait!" Miss Witch suddenly thought of something else, "If I continue to pretend to be asleep, won't it annoy that guy... or simply let that guy take advantage of me and make him take advantage of me?"

A not-so-nice word popped out of her brain, which was already filled with all kinds of filthy thoughts:

sleep……

The last word is a bit too informal, so I won’t mention it.

In short, after realizing this possibility, Lacie immediately stopped pretending to be asleep.

She quickly turned over, glanced at Charles briefly, then looked away, and responded:

"I know, I know!"

But she didn't get down from the bed immediately. She continued to lie there, strangely silent for a while before saying to Charles:

"My legs are a little weak, please let me take it easy... I'll be down in a moment..."

When she said this, she didn't dare to look at Charles.

And Charles was silent for a while after being stunned.

Lacey guessed that he was probably a little embarrassed, after all, he was the culprit for her becoming like this!

But the facts seemed slightly different from her guess.

Because soon Charles broke the silence - he leaned over, passed one arm under her legs, and supported her back with the other arm.

"Let me pick you up."

The man said this without realizing that he was asking a question. He even picked up the witch without waiting for her to answer.

The frightened witch could only subconsciously stretch out her arms and hug the hero's neck.

Originally, she was unwilling to do such an intimate and ambiguous action. In the past, she would usually choose to hold Charles's collar tightly, but now Charles was naked! She could only hug Charles' neck to prevent herself from falling.

Although even she herself knew that the possibility of her falling was very small.

Ciel wouldn't let her fall, just as he wouldn't let her leave him again.

This seemed to have almost become some kind of obsession for him, otherwise he would not have come to her as soon as he finished his work at the White Tower - Lacele even had the illusion that Charles wanted to tie her up with a big iron chain and completely deprive her of her personal freedom.

"Could it be that this guy has some yandere potential?"

She couldn't help but think so, and protested softly with a voice that had obviously become much hoarse:

"I have my own hands and feet... You don't need to hold me, put me down..."

This time, Charles actually listened.

Rachel asked him to put her down, and he did.

But he didn't put her back on the bed, but put her on a rattan chair not far from the bed.

"Sit down a moment," said Charles. "Where are the sheets? I'll change them."

"...In the cabinet over there." Lacie had no choice but to answer in a low voice.

"it is good."

Charles turned around, opened the cupboard and took out clean sheets.

Lacele felt uncomfortable sitting on the wicker chair, but her slippers were too far away for her to get off, so she had to accept the reality and sit there obediently watching Charles work.

Charles's movements were very quick and it was obvious at first glance that he was an expert at doing housework.

This is indeed the case. After all, he lost all his relatives in a disaster when he was very young, and later lost his uncle Elvis who treated him very well in an accident. He could only find a way to survive alone.

A tenacious life will always find a way out.

The children of the poor are in charge early.

So Charles was very good at "feeding himself" with the minimum necessary. As long as he had two sets of clothes, food, water and a place to sleep, he could live well. Therefore, in Laceel's eyes, he always had a kind of weed-like temperament.

It is extremely tenacious and has an incredible vitality. No matter whether it falls on fertile soil or a little loose soil between rocks on the mountain, it can grow quickly.

The most coincidental thing is that wild grass can't speak, and Charles is used to silence.

Only when he was with her would Charles talk more.

Thinking of this, Miss Witch suddenly realized a problem that was not a problem -

Charles seemed to still address her as "you".

Even though the contract between the two of them was dead in name only, and even if Ciel could completely ignore the impact of the contract with the help of forbidden magic, he still...

Rachel remembered that even in bed, he was still calling out "you you you", which was really weird. Was it some kind of bad taste, or was he simply not aware of it?

Even she herself didn't realize this before, probably because every time she made Charles lose consciousness, feel dizzy, and couldn't help rolling his eyes, so how could he still have the mind to care about this.

However, now that she had entered the Sage Time, she finally realized this belatedly.

"That contract...shouldn't it be over?"

Miss Witch couldn't help but think.

Anyway, Charles' wish has come true, and she has returned to him, right? There is no point in keeping her, and because of the forbidden spell and the misunderstanding, Charles can give her orders through the contract.

She had been worried about what would happen if Charles used the contract to force her to become pregnant.

But Charles didn't seem to have thought of this. He probably didn't know the witch's special physique and didn't understand how terrifying the effect of the contract was.

So why not take this opportunity to cancel the contract?

Miss Witch has wanted to say this to Ciel for a long time -

"Hey hero, your days of relying on the contract to bully others are over. Give me that contract!"

In fact, she also said:

"Hey! Ciel... Do you still remember the contract? Now that your wish has been fulfilled, how about... we cancel the contract?"

Out of some concern, she made the request while carefully observing Charles' reaction.

Charles's reaction was not as violent as she had imagined, and could even be described as calm.

He simply stopped what he was doing, turned his head and looked at her, and after a brief hesitation, he replied:

"it is good……"

Lacie thought to herself, how could it be so easy?

But before she could cheer in secret, she heard Charles say:

"Then you have to marry me."

"what?!"

[To be continued]

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16. No No

Still proposing, still proposing, still proposing?

Lacey was almost annoyed.

She wanted to ask Charles why he was still thinking about proposing to her, since the relationship between them was obviously no different from that of a real couple. Besides, there was no institution like the Civil Affairs Bureau in the Pan-Continent, so they could call themselves husband and wife now.

Although Lacele herself is still... on the surface, she still treats Charles as a good friend.

As for what she actually thought of Charles in her heart...

She won't say!

She really couldn't call him "husband"!

Asking her to call Charles hubby is worse than letting her be penetrated. In fact, even she herself feels that the shame of calling him hubby is more exaggerated and terrifying than the shame of being penetrated so hard that she meows.

But neither of them could stop her from being stubborn:

"No, what kind of nice person would propose like this! How can this be called a proposal? This is clearly blackmail!"

Miss Witch said as she curled up her legs on the wicker chair, carefully covering her fair skin under the towel to prevent Charles from taking advantage of her.

Even she herself knew that Charles had almost taken all the advantages he could from her.

Except, except...

Miss Witch didn't dare to think any further, her ears were burning.

She subconsciously lowered her head and hid her cheeks behind the bath towel, revealing only her long silver hair that was still slightly damp, and two delicate, cute, red ears that had nowhere to hide.

"No!" She protested softly, "There's no sincerity at all! Who would agree to such a proposal..."

By this time, Charles had already made the bed and changed the quilt.

He came in front of Lacie, and his tall and strong body cast a shadow that just covered the witch lady.

The witch lady, whose eyes were still exposed, could clearly feel the light getting dimmer, and guessed that Charles was approaching.

She was as nervous as a timid rabbit. She glanced at Charles secretly and found that his expression was not gloomy or angry at all. She felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just at this moment, she heard Charles's calm voice in front of her:

"So what kind of proposal do you think is sincere?"

"Uh……"

To be honest, Lacie was really stumped by the question.

She had never thought about this question before.

To be honest, she had never even imagined that one day she would be proposed to by Ciel, who was also a man.

"So, if we agree to this, what will happen next?"

Miss Witch couldn't help but use her imagination.

Will there be a wedding? She would have to wear a complicated but gorgeous wedding dress, hang a lot of sparkling accessories on her body, and in the presence of Lao Deng - all the people she had known so far who could be called "relatives and friends", she would be held hand by Charles, walk into the sacred marriage hall with him, exchange rings and vows of never parting.

She will be Charles' wife.

Maybe, she would become a mother - she would be pregnant with Charles' child and bear him offspring.

Just like when she was penetrated, sometimes she would vaguely feel so comfortable. Perhaps it was not bad to admit that she had completely turned into a weak female. Charles was indeed a strong man who was qualified to conquer her and make her admit defeat.