"The protective spells here are artificially set up... No, this method is called 'spiritual blockade'..."

After thinking for less than five seconds, Alice made a decisive decision:

"First take this iron box to No. 18 Flood Street, put it on my desk, and spend time exploring it tomorrow. And don't forget to bring today's ointment to Klein."

The familiar Eve was still immersed in the joy and emotion of digesting the potion, and she obeyed her master's order without thinking.

She opened her "ghost hand" and grabbed the iron box, flapped her wings and flew out of the ventilation window, disappearing into the thick night under the shadow of the trees in the blink of an eye.

The brief absence of less than five minutes was not surprising enough to attract attention.

Alice walked out of the bathroom and returned to the living room of Dr. Mikhail's house as if nothing had happened. She smiled and spent the last short leisurely time with the other guests.

Soon, Dr. Mikhail's old friends said goodbye one after another. Mr. and Mrs. Hurt got into the carriage with their reluctant daughter. Shermin, who was finally relieved, said he planned to walk home along the street and catch some quiet wind.

…

Alice thought about it and took a few glances at the gentle Mr. Azik. Finally, she declined Dr. Mikhail's offer to take her home and got into a taxi that paid by time.

After taking many detours, we returned to the intersection of Daffodil Street near the West District.

Well, for Mr. Azik, who is suspected of being inhuman, of course this kind of behavior will not have any confusing effect, but it is a warning reaction that normal people should have when they find that they are being paid special attention to by strangers.

, Alice felt that it was necessary for her to make some kind of performance disguise.

It wasn't until she paid the fare and got off the carriage that she felt the dizziness in her head being catalyzed and intensified by the swaying of the carriage. This made her feel as if she was stepping on something soft when she stepped on the street.

On soft cotton.

So of course, when she rang the doorbell of No. 2 Daffodil Street, a young man with black hair, brown eyes and a bookish air opened the door for her and casually made a few small complaints about why she came back so late tonight.

What happened in the next second was an unexpected unfolding——

Alice stepped forward and buried her face in his chest, hugged his waist tightly, and gently exhaled a sweet and intoxicating breath as if satisfied and pleased.

Klein almost seemed to be stunned for several seconds before he came back to his senses. He suppressed his instinctive blushing and heartbeat, and wanted to pull away the piece of brown candy that was stuck to him, but found that she had closed her eyes.

Weakly, the focus shifted to him.

He was a little confused at first, but soon, he smelled the faint fragrance of wine from the girl's neck, and all the problems were explained, as was her half-drunk state.

"If you don't drink well, don't drink..."

Klein sighed softly, and at the same time couldn't help but feel glad that Benson and Melissa had gone upstairs to wash up and prepare to rest, so he could...

Well, I can deal with this drunken and confused little glutton relatively calmly.

Frowning and recalling the strong abdominal muscles he had developed during this period, Klein calmed down, closed the door, then stretched out his right hand to hold her shoulders, leaned over and let his left hand pass through the crook of those thin legs.

With only a slight force, he picked up the girl's body.

He tried hard not to focus on his left arm, not to pay attention to the wonderful touch caused by the friction of the thin pure white stockings, and also tried not to care about the weird mood when he hugged her, and he didn't dare to lower his head to look at his arms.

The girl with messy braids was afraid that some inappropriate thoughts would pop up in her heart.

...Because even without looking, he could picture those hazy, watery and magnificent eyes in his mind.

Stepping briskly up to the second floor, and kicking open the ajar door of the guest room, Klein felt that he had finally reached the moment of relief. He breathed a sigh of relief and put the drunken witch in his arms on the bed.

He was about to stand up and leave, but he heard a dreamy whisper coming from beneath him.

"Klein..."

"Yes, what's the matter?" He looked down at the sheets and asked a little absentmindedly.

"...Hmm...you taste great, um...good night."

Klein didn't know if she showed any little devilish smile, and he didn't want to know. The only thing he knew was that the temperature on his face soared in an instant, and he could hardly resist the urge to get close to her.

So he turned his gaze slightly, and his eyes were completely captured by the beautiful face with a few scattered strands of slender hair.

Closer, closer...

Well, I'm not taking advantage of anyone's situation, it's just... yes, it's just a way to retaliate for her!

Thinking like this, Klein closed his eyes, placed a kiss on the smooth and white forehead, and then backed away several meters like a thief, not daring to stay any longer before turning around and leaving.

But the closed door of the guest room gave him a sense of spiritual disobedience. Klein covered his mouth, opened the door with a slight headache, and was not too surprised to see someone... with a high hairline.

Bright head.

Benson, the eldest brother of the Moretti family, stood in the corridor like this, looking at Klein with his hands behind his back, a weird smile that made people go numb on his lips, and spoke in a low voice:

"Klein, next time you..., remember to close the door to the room. A similar situation may be too early for Melissa."
Chapter completed!