Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

When April heard this, her hand holding the book almost shook.

Bitter, love.

These are the words written by Strahl's mother on the last page of the album.

What kind of puzzle is this?

The truth may be hidden in the wisteria flowers burned by the fire.

Strahl tightened his grip around April, making it hard for her to breathe.

April didn't know what to say, and it seemed like nothing she said would be right, so she could only remain silent.

Her fingers moved dishonestly a few times.

There was hesitation in her eyes.

In the end, April slowly and gently placed her hand on Strahl's hand.

His hands were cool, but April's hands were so hot that they seemed to burn him.

She held his hand and let Strahl bury his face in the crook of her neck.

April told herself that she didn't like him that much, she just couldn't refuse him.

The smell of bluebells was ethereal and fresh, and April loved it during this period.

The smell came with the hug, intertwining with the scent of irises on Stral's body.

Stral looked at April's pink cheeks and her eyes trembling slightly due to nervousness, and suddenly said something with a malicious tone.

"Xia La, you are like a peach, a peach still green on the branch."

Seeing that he was in the mood to joke, the first thing April did was to pull Strahl's hands away from her waist.

But Strahl's strength was something she couldn't shake, and she saw that her physical energy was not enough to defeat him.

April could only use the method of mental victory and retort to his words.

"Yes, Mr. Blanchett, I am a fuzzy peach, and you are holding this giant peach."

April said with a tone of genuine concern.

"In that case, you must take a good bath."

Strahl cooperated and asked her, "Why."

April expressed her shock in an exaggerated tone.

"Oh, Blanchette, don't you know that peach fuzz makes your skin itchy?"

It's true that Strahl has never come into contact with something that would make him feel unwell, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know about it.

"I haven't experienced it myself. Shalla, do you want me to feel it?"

April couldn't help but smile, showing her white teeth.

He pursed his lips and smiled and nodded, disguising his voice to sound serious.

"Well, there's definitely a chance."

After April said this, Strahl didn't say anything else, just hugged her in silence.

April felt like a doll that a child holds when it is sad.

No need to talk, just let him hold you.

Several more people came into the library.

But after looking at the scenes inside, he immediately tiptoed out quietly.

April looked through the album again and saw that Strahl still had no intention of letting go.

Draw out the voice to urge.

"Blanchette, my legs are sore."

Strahl's voice tickled April.

"Dear Shayla, do you need me to hold you?"

April said to him with a wry smile.

"Dear Blanchett, I think you are holding it now."

Seeing that April was on the verge of exploding, Strahl stopped teasing her and released the hand that was restraining April.

April felt a little uncomfortable at first when she lost the person who was hugging her.

But she quickly came to her senses and distanced herself from Strahl.

Although it was futile, April still wanted to let Strahl know her determination to keep her distance from him.

April leaned against the bookshelf, her hair still seeming to carry the residual warmth of Strahl.

She made sure to put the album back, her eyes and hands were quick.

If you want to leave Blanchett Manor smoothly, it is better to explore fewer secrets.

Although at this moment April feels that her hope of leaving Blanchett is slim.

She is not a fool.

But she still wanted to give it a try, she didn't want to become a shameful mistress.

What if Blanchett didn't actually care that much for her?

Otherwise he wouldn't have not come to see her for half a month.

It wasn't until she showed up in the library and ran into him by chance that he started teasing her like this.

If I can't leave, is this my fate?

I waited ten days or half a month to see Stral, and was very careful every time I went out, for fear of meeting someone I shouldn't see.

After I prepared myself mentally, my originally restless heart became calm again.

April said to Strahl with a dignified smile.

"Blanchette, it's almost time for lunch break. I'm going to go back and rest. I look forward to seeing you next time."

Stral's black robe was embroidered with silver silk threads, and he looked at April with a smile.

Like a fallen angel.

Gentle and noble, with a black heart beneath her beautiful appearance.

He will deceive people and then eat their souls.

Strahl still didn't try to keep April, she could leave if she wanted to.

He said goodbye to April politely and then walked into the sea of ​​books.

As Strahl left, he spoke to April in a casual tone.

"I really hope you are really looking forward to meeting me next time."

April felt a chill down her spine when she was looked at by his purple eyes. She didn't understand why she was scared by such a flirtatious remark.

When she returned to her room, she did not do as she said, but was busy making her own dress.

Now the dress has entered the finishing stage, and only needs some small embellishments to make her shine at the ball the day after tomorrow.

She acted like a coward last time, but this time she will firmly fight for herself.

April looked at the clothes and always felt that something was missing, so she embroidered the only remaining pearl earring onto the clothes.

She looked at the dress that was finally made, and her tired face was filled with genuine joy.

At this time, April had only one thought in her mind.

She could finally leave Blanchett House.

Such a beauty can surely stun a gentleman.

Make him willing to develop a relationship with her.

Although Amanda's lessons were not completely finished, she would definitely be able to get Amanda to let her go while Strahl was not at the manor.

Amanda is a nice girl and we will definitely not embarrass her.

April held the clothes and began to imagine them in her mind.

When a gentleman meets her, what should she do to get him to marry her?

It doesn't matter if we can't take him down right away.

She is still at the best age and she still has time.

But just as April was fantasizing wildly in her mind, the knock on the door that she hated rang again.

April frowned.

She hid the dress she had made in the closet before opening the door.

After opening the door, there were several maids carrying exquisite gift boxes.

April raised her head slightly and asked them while maintaining her ladylike and elegant demeanor.

"What's the matter?"