System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Good night, Archbishop..."

Syl spoke softly, lowered his head and placed a kiss on Ashara's lips, and then a pure and flawless holy light slowly lit up on his hand.

The pure holy light continuously drilled into Ashara's body, Ashara seemed to feel something, her body trembled violently, and her breathing also became short of breath.

Although it didn't look very good, Syl, who had been hugging Ashara, felt that Ashara in his arms was gradually relaxing his body.

Syl slowly increased the output of the holy light, Ashara slowly opened her small mouth, and muttered: "Syl..."

Then, there was no sound.

After saying Syl's name, Ashara passed out on the spot under the maximum power output of Syl's Redeeming Hand.

And before falling asleep, Ashara's face was already blushing, and her body was like an octopus, hugging Syl's body.

Finally, Syl saw a calm expression on Ashara's face although it was a little...um...but still.

Syl adjusted his posture a little, so that Ashara could lie on his body better, not daring to let go of the output of the Hand of Redemption for a moment.

Under the effect of the Hand of Redemption, the unconscious Ashara's body would occasionally twist subconsciously, and her head would also subconsciously stick to Syl's direction, rubbing against Syl's arms.

This is a normal phenomenon of Syl's Hand of Redemption, and the effect of Syl's Hand of Redemption on Ashara is not so strong, so Syl has to maintain it all the time.

He let Ashara wantonly in his arms, even if she subconsciously opened her mouth to bite, Syl still held her in her arms, refusing to let go.

It was like this until Syl's mental power was also exhausted, and after he was exhausted, the light of the Hand of Redemption in his hand stopped, and Syl fell into a drowsy sleep.

The two hugged each other and fell asleep, tonight was the most peaceful time for Ashara to sleep.

In Ashara's dream, she stepped on the white clouds, the blue sky was just above her head, the sun was in front of her but not dazzling, Syl smiled and waved her hand vigorously in front of the sun—"Hey! Archbishop ~"

The voice is still so loud.

......

In the early morning, Bai Luolan District, the Holy See of the Goddess of Hope, inside Ashara's room.

The thick curtains blocked all the sunlight, but this did not prevent Ashara from feeling the arrival of morning.

so warm...

Having just regained consciousness, Ashara who was gradually waking up, her first reaction was to feel some heat in her body.

It's like hugging something soft, fragrant, and naturally hot.

Immediately afterwards, Ashara felt an unprecedented sobriety and comfort in her spirit.

what happened?

The place where I lie is soft... Is this on the bed?

The thing I'm holding is also soft...this is...

Ashara slowly opened her eyes, and saw a thin inner shirt in front of her, through the thin inner shirt, she could even vaguely see the flesh color inside.

After smelling the familiar fragrance from the person in front of her, Ashara slowly widened her eyes.

Cy... Cyr? !

This discovery made Ashara wake up immediately, and soon, she found that her hands and feet were like some small animals that had been lying on the tree all year round, holding Syl tightly like a tree trunk. .

I... what the hell did I do?Why is Syl in my room?What have I done to Syl? !

The last thing obviously concerned Ashara the most.

She quickly turned over and sat up, looked at Searle, who was sleeping soundly beside her, and found red tooth marks on Sill's neck and collarbone.

Even certain parts of Searle's shirt, which were already stained with liquid, looked dry and crumpled.

It looked as if it had been chewed over from start to finish by some pervert.

Ashara rubbed her head in a daze, trying to remind herself of something.

But now her head has no other thoughts at all other than "comfort" and "relaxation".

Even the pain that had always been in the body disappeared.

Ashara clearly remembered that she had yesterday... It seemed that old diseases and hidden injuries had relapsed, and she went back to her room to resist...

Originally, carrying it over would make her feel better for a few days, but the unfolding of waking up now has already made Ashara unable to figure out her mind.

I have endured so many times before, and there has never been a coma?Not to mention losing memory.

But looking at Syl's current appearance, Ashara felt that she could probably guess something.

It might be...the attack was more serious last night, even so severe that it interfered with her memory or emotions...

Just when she couldn't control herself, the innocent little Sear wanted to come and play with herself as usual, and then entered her room...

Then, I lost my rationality...

Looking at the gnawing marks on little Searle's body, the sleeping position in which she was half-pressed by herself when she woke up, and the tired and slightly frowning expression on Searle's face, the more Ashara thought about it, the more she felt that her guess was right.

Xiao Xier, who just wanted to come to play with her... After coming in, she couldn't control her emotions...

She is only third rank, how can she resist me who is out of control? ? ?

Ashara closed her eyes slightly, her originally calm expression also showed a trace of pain and regret.

She could even imagine Syl's despair at that time.

Originally, after going out to digest the potion for a day today, I wanted to chat with the archbishop for a while when I came back, but who would have thought that when I opened the door, I would be pulled over by my most beloved archbishop.

Ashara rubbed her temples with both hands, not daring to think any further.

How could a simple Searle accept such a thing!

Just when Ashara was still regretting in her heart, there was a rustling sound of turning over on the bed.

Ashara looked up, and saw Syl lying on her side, her lips pursed slightly because her face was pressed against the pillow, she looked at herself with a smile and raised her hands and shook:

"Morning, Archbishop..."

Um?Syl her emotions... nothing seems wrong?

This idea just flashed in Ashara's mind for a moment, and soon, Ashara walked to the bedside, looked at Syl seriously and said:

"Sorry, Syl, it was me last night, no, I shouldn't..."

Speaking of the latter, Ashara herself was a little embarrassed to speak, she pursed her lips and lowered her head, a feeling of shame rose from the bottom of her heart.

Syl, who didn't expect to see Ashara in such a cute pose when she got up together, shook her head in some doubts on the bed, blinked her big eyes, and asked:

"Last night... what happened?"

"It's just...it's..."

Ashara's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, it was difficult for her innocent to say that word, especially when she had done something wrong.

Syl was a little dizzy just after waking up. She didn't realize why Ashara was blushing for a while, and said directly:

"I came to play with the Archbishop last night."

"Hmm..." Ashara nodded, like a wrongdoer who was being judged.

"Then I saw that the Archbishop seemed uncomfortable and couldn't fall asleep," Searle said here, and smiled sweetly, "Then I hugged the Archbishop to sleep, and the Archbishop fell asleep quickly after being hugged by me. It's gone~"

Hearing this, Ashara was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised her head, and saw Syl who was already propped up on the bed, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

The wrinkled inner lining slipped from her shoulders, and the beautiful long pale golden hair slanted down one side, slightly covering her shoulders.

The lazy smile combined with the warm words just now...

is this an angel

It must be an angel, right?

After learning that she didn't do something wrong to Syl last night, Ashara quickly calmed down, and the shame just now completely melted away in Syl's smile.

Ashara, who had regained her emotions, just wanted to take a step forward, and when she wanted to sit on the bed and chat with Syl for a while, what Syl said next made Ashara paralyzed again.

"But the way the Archbishop sleeps is so strange." Syl lowered his head slightly, and the angle was just right for Ashara to see his blushing face, "The Archbishop sleeps... likes to bite people... ..”

Ashara's movements froze again, she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything, a blush appeared on her face again.

"What's wrong with you, Archbishop?" Syl raised his head, tilted his head slightly in the direction of Ashara, and asked "naively", "Do you have a fever? Your face is so red."

"No...no," Ashara sat on the bed and said with her back to Searle, "It's a little hot, that's all."

Hearing what Ashara said, Syl nodded in agreement: "Indeed, but the archbishop's body is cool, and it's very comfortable to hug."

"Hmm...um..." After Ashara responded vaguely, she didn't speak any more, as if she was trying to adjust her emotions.

"The Archbishop." Syl sat up, hugged the pillow and moved it to Ashara's side, and asked curiously, "Do you often have trouble sleeping?"

"Occasionally." Ashara nodded seemingly casually, but she was trying to speak more casually, "When you're stressed, you won't be able to sleep."

Syl rubbed against Ashara's back, hugged Ashara's petite body tightly from behind, and said with a smile:

"Then when the archbishop can't sleep in the future, come to Syl's room to find Syl."

"Sill will sleep with the Archbishop in his arms~"

Not only was Syl's body warm, Syl's words also warmed Ashara's heart.

Ashara's face was expressionless, but she stretched out her hand and patted Sirhuan's arm in front of her, and said:

"it is good."

Ashara hadn't known how long it had been since she felt so relaxed mentally and physically.

In the future, if the old diseases pile up again and relapse, it would be a good choice to go to Syl to sleep together.

But in view of what Syl said, the problem of biting indiscriminately while sleeping... Ashara felt that if she really went to Syl next time, she had to seal her mouth with something first.

Seal your mouth tightly and sleep next to Syl, and you shouldn't bite Syl.

But Ashara still hasn't figured out why being hugged by Syl to sleep has such a strange effect.

Could it be the unique physique of a saint?

After much deliberation, it seems that this is the only explanation. After all, since ancient times, the probability of special constitutions appearing in saintesses is not generally high.

But Ashara developed a little selfishness, and wanted to keep this secret in her heart, so that only she knew it.

Originally, Ashara thought that Syl would have to hug her for a while like a kitten as usual, but she didn't expect Syl to let go of her hand soon.

Syl climbed out of the bed and stood in front of him, his expression became a little serious, as if he had something to say.