System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Suddenly, a picture flashed in Ashara's mind, which made her eyes light up.

That's Seale's file.

Ashara had gone to Syl's file before, and Syl's age and date of birth were recorded on it.

But thinking of that date, Ashara languished again.

It's still a while away... a little too much to say now.

What Ashara didn't notice was that when she was concentrating on finding a topic, Syl, who covered her face in the quilt, was already smiling.

Is the archbishop concentrating on how to comfort himself?

And when the archbishop was thinking like this, he would unconsciously hum "Hmm...".

Syl wasn't unhappy in the first place, it was just that he had a brain hemorrhage because of Ashara's remarks about her straight daughter.

Now, after lying down on her own for a while, her mood has fully adjusted.

She turned over, wanting to jump directly on Ashara while she was not paying attention.

But what Syl didn't predict was that the current Ashara's reaction power had reached a non-human level, and Ashara could instantly perceive her slightest movements.

At the moment when Syl rushed over, Ashara reacted almost instantly, and subconsciously stretched out her palm to block her body.

"Snapped--"

A crisp sound.

Syl's forehead hit Ashara's palm straight, and Syl, who couldn't react in time, was directly pushed back onto the bed due to the reaction force, feeling a little dizzy.

So quick to think...

Such a strong force...

I won't be able to sneak attack the archbishop in the future...

Searle lay on his back on the bed like a salted fish, staring blankly at the ceiling, losing his dream.

"Ah...sorry." Ashara knew that she had made a mistake again the moment Syl was bounced back.

She withdrew her hands and put them on her chest, looked at Syl who was lying on the bed with a mournful face, and asked with some concern, "Are you all right?"

"It hurts..." Syl just lay on the bed, looking at Ashara aggrievedly.

But Ashara didn't feel much grievance from Syl.

"Sorry." Ashara said, she extended her right hand towards Syl's head.

Seeing Ashara's hand stretched out, Syl narrowed his eyes slightly, ready to be rubbed by Ashara's forehead.

"Om-"

A flash of holy light flashed, and Ashara's right hand stayed a little above Syl's head, sending Syl a [Holy Light Art].

Seale: "..."

Now my head is no longer dizzy, and people are starting to dizzy.

Seale propped up the mattress with his left hand, covered his forehead with his right hand, and slowly propped himself up and sat up.

so tired.

Syl, who wanted to try to let Ashara take the initiative, felt the feeling of being in prison for the first time.

"Alas... archbishop." Syl sighed, and then looked in the direction of the archbishop seriously.

"Huh? What's the matter." Seeing that Syl was suddenly serious, Ashara straightened her back unconsciously.

Syl stretched out his hands, put them on Ashara's shoulders, and said solemnly:

"I feel like the two of us need to cultivate our relationship first."

"Uh...huh?"

Ashara, who thought that Syl was going to say something important, after listening to Syl, a "?" appeared on her forehead.

"What cultivation, relationship?" Ashara asked cautiously.

She vaguely felt that Syl was going to say something weird again.

"It's about cultivating feelings," Seale said confidently, "I'm almost an adult."

"Yes..." Ashara seemed to have a premonition of what Syl was going to say.

"Didn't you say that you will marry me when I become an adult?" Syl shook Ashara's shoulder, "Don't you cultivate a relationship in advance?"

"Get...married?" Ashara's eyes widened.

She remembered that she seemed to have promised these things to Syl before.

But at that time... Ashara was already in an extremely weak state, even she herself felt that she would not survive for many days.

He agreed casually, just to appease Searle at that time.

But now he actually survived, and he was successfully promoted to the sixth level.

Now this promise seems a little embarrassing.

Do you want to tell Syl that I agreed to it at will to appease her?

Searle will definitely make a fuss, and she will definitely be sad, because Searle doesn't like it very much when people lie to her.

The current Ashara, the whole person is sluggish in place, frantically thinking about how to get this circle back, but she can't think of it, so she can only sit blankly.

"The Archbishop...doesn't he like Syl?" Syl looked at Ashara with pure eyes, pursed his lips, and said with some disappointment, "Then... forget it ..."

[Love Saint]: "Wu~ perfect acting skills!"

[Saint]: "Don't make noise, don't make noise, don't make noise, this is the key."

Seale's performance has rendered emotions and movements to the extreme, and under the influence of charm, it is more than enough to win an Oscar for Best Actress.

Sure enough, after seeing Syl like this, Ashara became a little anxious.

"No, it's not." Ashara shook her head lightly.

"So that's liking?" Syl looked at Ashara and asked the most crucial sentence.

After hearing Syl's question, Ashara fell silent.

After a long time, Ashara slowly lowered her head: "I... don't know..."

Syl took a deep breath, and decided to help Ashara deal with her feelings today.

"Archbishop, what do you think you like?"

Syl changed the subject and began to guide Ashara.

"Like?" Ashara looked at Syl in front of her, and after thinking for a while, said hesitantly, "Probably...the two of them like each other?"

After Ashara hesitated to finish speaking, she realized that she seemed to have said something nonsense, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

Are you putting it here?

Now, Syl fully understood the degree of innocence of Ashara.

No, this is not pure love, it is something that has never thought about feelings at all.

After thinking for a while, Searle adjusted his thinking and said slowly:

"It's very simple to like, that is, you will feel happy when you see the other person, and you will also be sad when you see her sad. You will unconsciously want to be with her, and you will occasionally think of her in the dead of night..."

Syl eloquently listed a lot, and after she finished talking, she looked at Ashara and asked:

"Does the archbishop know what liking is now?"

Ashara was silent for a while, as if digesting what Syl said just now.

Syl didn't rush to ask, but quietly looked at Ashara, waiting for her answer.

After a long time, Ashara seemed to confirm something, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I see."

coming soon.

"Then now that I know what it is, does the Archbishop think he likes me?" Syl gritted his teeth and hit a straight ball straight away.

This time, what surprised Sildu was that Ashara actually gave a quick reply.

"I like it." Ashara said calmly.

It seemed that she didn't expect Ashara to answer so quickly, even Syl was stunned in place.

"Uh...Are you sure?" Syl couldn't believe it, and even asked back to make sure.

"Well, after hearing what you said, I think I like it." Ashara replied.

The things that Searle described just now are almost all the thoughts of Sill in Ashara's heart.

When seeing Syl, Ashara will feel better, and seeing Syl sad, Ashara will also feel sad...

Everything Syl described just now almost corresponded to Ashara's emotions.

If these signs indicate liking, then Ashara thinks this kind of emotion is liking.

"Then..." Syl swallowed and murmured, "Isn't it..."

Syl closed her mouth and didn't continue speaking, she noticed the abnormal blushing on Ashara's face.

Syl's heartbeat accelerated slightly, as if two people were growing up in his heart.

Syl tried and moved slightly towards Ashara's direction, but Ashara didn't have any intention of avoiding it.

Syl's face slowly leaned towards Ashara's, and it was obvious that Ashara's breathing became a little short.

As Syl continued to approach, Ashara unconsciously leaned back a little, but was quickly held back by Ashara.

That's it, Syl... (Die, I didn't write Lian X, don't seal my chapter, I beg you to review the album).

Ashara and Syl sat on the edge of the bed, their lips were extraordinarily rosy.

Syl held Ashara's left hand with his right hand, and sat there quietly.

Ashara slightly turned her head to look at Syl, but happened to meet Syl's eyes who also wanted to visit.

The eyes of the two of them separated immediately, and they both began to pretend to look at the surrounding scenery. Even Syl, who had always been thick-skinned, blushed completely at this time.

This kind of shy scene made people feel like first love. Even the love saint who usually likes shy skin the most didn't jump out to break the atmosphere at this time.