The Missionary of the Second Dimension

Joan of Arc sat next to Zhai Nan with her fingers crossed, with an awkward expression on her face.

"I know my qualifications are stupid, but can you please teach me?"

Facing the girl's pure and innocent request, what reason does Zhai Nan not agree to?

After seeing her nodding, Joan continued to approach happily, and was almost close to Zhai Nan.

"Please use this to help me explain the detailed process of this question to me."

Joan of Arc thanked her and put the paper and pen in front of Zhai Nan.

To deal with this kind of problem, Zhai Nan is naturally at his fingertips, just glanced at the question, and dozens of solutions flashed in his mind.

"Listen up, start here..."

It took about ten minutes for Joan of Arc to fully understand the meaning of this math problem.

While heaving a sigh of relief and letting go of the big rock in his heart, he also expressed his most sincere thanks to Zhai Nan again.

"Just be more careful. By the way, don't pay attention to what Joan of Arc said about the daytime affairs. You should be more aware of her personality. In fact, she is not bad."

Zhai Nan stood up and said to Joan just before she was about to leave.

"Ah... this matter, it's okay... it's okay, since the other me has that kind of experience, it's normal for my personality to change." Joan nodded desperately, she couldn't believe that Zhai Nan would Explain it specifically to her.

Although a little concerned, it's really not a big deal.

If Black Joan of Arc's actions alone can hit her, then it would be too small to underestimate Joan of Arc's faith.

"I'm relieved to be able to think like this. She really deserves to be the saint I've been training with." Zhai Nan also came to say hello, but after seeing that Joan of Arc was more sensible than Joan of Arc, he was completely relieved.

For Zhai Nan's trust, Joan nodded with a blushing face: "I am ashamed and happy to hear you say that. Although I am far from growing up to serve you, I will work hard."

The girl's voice was not loud, but it contained quite a firm determination, which would not be affected by anything, a determination harder than diamonds.

Being able to get the approval of the god she believes in the most is the most exciting thing for Joan of Arc.

"Really? If that's the case, then I'll leave first."

Just when Zhai Nan was about to leave, Joan called out to him again.

"What else is there?"

"That..." Joan of Arc looked at Zhai Nan's cheek, hesitated to speak, but her deep pupils made her unable to look away..."Can you please stay here for one night? "

The girl squeezed out these words with almost all her strength.

And after finishing speaking, Joan of Arc never dared to look at Zhai Nan's face again, for fear that Zhai Nan would think she was an impure woman, but she was even more worried that she would be rejected.

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Zhai Nan was surprised by this sudden invitation.

Joan of Arc is a famous holy virgin. Although Zhai Nan is the god she believes in, judging from the reaction in the morning, Joan of Arc treats him more or less like a man.

In the dead of night, what does it mean for a girl who is usually so pure to stay a man in her boudoir?

Obviously, Zhai Nan didn't want to think about the deeper issues.

Because that makes no sense.

So, he made a thoughtful expression and hesitated for a while: "Yes, but there is only one bed here."

As a man with a pure heart, he still needs to be a little more reserved.

"It's okay...it's okay, just sleep on this bed, and it's very big, even if there are two people together, it won't be too crowded."

Jeanne blushed and looked away.

"Besides, this is also what Leticia meant. 1.3.."

Since the woman said that there is no problem, it must be no problem.

Zhai Nan, who is harmless to humans and animals, smiled helplessly.

Then, Joan of Arc, who had already put on her pajamas, came to the inner side of the bed first, and he "only" got into the same bed with Joan of Arc.

The girl immediately felt that she was wrapped in tight warmth.

Even though she was still a little shy, she couldn't help leaning towards him when she smelled his body.

The reality in front of her eyes seemed to be as beautiful as a dream, and Joan was afraid that if she fell asleep, it would all turn back to its original state.

Joan of Arc's beautiful face is close in front of her eyes, and Zhai Nan can feel the rapid heartbeat.

Especially when he lowered his head and kissed the girl's lips, his heartbeat jumped to the peak. .

Chapter 87 Saint Maiden

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When the only light in the room was turned off and Zhai Nan quietly kissed Joan of Arc's lips, the girl's body tensed suddenly.

However, to Zhai Nan's relief, not only did Joan's hands not resist him, but she took the initiative to hug his waist with almost all her body's strength.

If it wasn't for Zhai Nan's excellent health, I'm afraid this would have killed him.

The young girl's vermilion lips are so pleasing, her eyes are closed tightly, and her innocent face seems to be expecting and enduring something.