System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

I don't know if it was because of his previous convictions, but Ashara subconsciously blocked her right hand in front of her chest, even Ashara herself didn't realize that she would make such a defensive action.

Syl swam to Ashara's side, and then got out of the water.

While moving towards the direction behind Ashara, she held Ashara's soft body into her arms with her hands.

Afterwards, Syl slowly sat down against the smooth stone behind him, and let Ashara sit on his lap.

Although this would make the two of them stick tightly together, it would also allow Ashara's head to just float out of the water.

"Just sit on me~" Syl hugged Ashara tightly from behind, put his chin on her shoulder, and said with a smile.

Obviously she couldn't feel the temperature of the water, but Ashara felt her body warm up a little bit, especially the position of her face.

Being hugged tightly made Ashara unable to move, and her back could feel the soft touch behind her, and sitting on her butt was Syl's soft and slender thighs.

Compared to the hot spring, Ashara felt that Syl's body was warmer.

Seeing that Ashara didn't reply, Syl didn't say anything, just maintained this posture, as if hugging a pillow, and slowly closed his eyes.

She could feel Ashara's body trembling slightly, and she could even imagine the violent confrontation in Ashara's heart, but she pretended not to know and didn't let go.

This is what I want!

It's just Ashara, not as calm as Syl.

Not knowing if it was due to the influence of Syl's excessive charm, Ashara's heartbeat began to beat faster and faster.

Her mind even began to recall the appearance of Syl standing up in the water just now, which lingered like ravings, and it would emerge as long as she wanted to calm down.

And the close contact between the two made her feel as if a bonfire was lit in her heart, but she didn't know how to extinguish it.

The most frightening thing is that an unexplainable impulse gradually sprouted in her mind, and this impulse was aimed at Syl...

Obviously there was water vapor all around, but what lingered at the tip of Ashara's nose was always the fragrance of Syl, even holding her breath couldn't block it.

If this went on like this, Ashara felt that she was about to lose control of herself.

No, I have to get rid of this state, if it continues, Ashara doesn't even know what she will do.

Ashara frantically searched in her mind for a way to politely break away from Syl's embrace without making her sad, and soon she thought of it.

"You...do you want some snacks...?" Ashara didn't notice that her words had started to become a little broken.

"Snacks? What snacks?" Syl opened his eyes and asked curiously.

"I'll get it for you." Finally found an excuse, after Ashara finished speaking, she broke away from Syl's embrace, turned around and was about to climb ashore.

Syl didn't seem to expect that Ashara would make such a big move, her hand slid all the way down Ashara's lower abdomen before she could take it back, and finally stopped somewhere.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into embarrassment.

"Uh...accident...you take it, you take it..." Syl retracted his hand with some embarrassment, and then slowly slid his body into the hot spring, covering his face Soaked in, hiding his embarrassing expression.

[Love Saint]: "Niu, I declare that you are the number one Liu Xiahui of the Dasaya Empire, are you really not in trouble?"

Love Saint really couldn't hold back, and after making a complaint, he was kicked out of the spiritual coherence by Searle.

After a slight pause, Ashara also quickly went ashore, found her spirit storage cage, and took out the basket full of desserts and drinks that she had prepared a long time ago.

Obviously this can be carried with holy light, but Ashara has to hold it with hands, mainly to escape the feeling just now.

After placing the basket by the edge of the hot spring, Ashara slowly stepped into the hot spring again, but she quickly noticed that Syl was looking in her direction.

"What's the matter..." Syl's gaze made Ashara feel a little uncomfortable, and she, who didn't really care about exposing her body, stretched out her hand again to block her body.

"Aren't you going to sit here?" Syl asked with a simple expression, "Is it uncomfortable to sit?"

uncomfortable?It certainly wasn't, and it was even a little... too comfortable.

Of course, Ashara didn't dare to tell Syl about her mental journey just now.

She just pretended to be calm and said: "Hold on, it's inconvenient for you to eat."

After finishing speaking, Ashara sat down next to Searle until the hot spring water flooded her forehead.

The hot spring water was clear enough, even though Ashara submerged herself in the hot spring to suffocate, Syl could still see through the surface of the water and see Ashara's tightly closed eyes and flushed little face.

It wasn't until Ashara's fluttering black hair blocked Ashara's body that Searle slowly withdrew his gaze.

Ashara, sweet, tiny, it was hard not to have worldly thoughts about her.

Searle took a deep breath, turned around and opened the basket next to him, took out a piece of cake inside, took a bite, and diverted his attention.

Form is emptiness...emptiness is form...form is emptiness...this cake is delicious.

Syl looked at the inside of the basket, which was filled with all kinds of snacks, and there were two bottles of milky white drinks that were corked and corked in glass bottles, which looked like milk drinks.

The archbishop is so considerate, he actually brought so much food here.

After Syl swallowed the sweet cake in one gulp, a happy smile appeared on his face.

This kind of life is simply what Seale dreamed of.

Thinking of how Ashara helped her tidy up her clothes at the beginning, and thought of the careful Ashara preparing food and drinks, and bringing her to such a beautiful place...

Isn't this a proper wife and mother?

Syl had even thought about the scene where the petite Ashara took off the Pope's robe and put on a normal dress, making cakes in the kitchen, while he was holding her waist behind her and watching her daily scenes.

Just thinking about it makes Syl feel a little too good to be true.

If there is no disaster, the imaginary things may already be in progress.

Disaster!Damn you!

Ahem...Calm down...Syl...Calm down...Don't think about these things today, this is what Ashara said...

As if noticing Syl's sudden violent mood swings, Ashara's face slowly emerged from the water, looking at Syl.

"Thinking again, something bad?" Ashara frowned slightly, worry clearly written on her face.

"Sorry..." Syl showed a smile, trying to get away with it, she turned around again and took a piece of green pastry from the basket, looked at Ashara and asked, "Does the archbishop want to eat?"

Ashara shook her head, and after thinking for a while, she slowly moved to a position closer to Syl, and raised her hand to rub Syl's somewhat wet hair.

"Don't think about it," Ashara's voice comforted softly, "Be good..."

Leaving the facts aside, this is like the movements and voice of a centuries-old senior trying to appease a minor.

But in fact, this action of Ashara made Syl feel a little bit of blood rushing up.

In order to avoid doing something that would be harmonized, Searle began to actively change the subject.

"When will you get married?" Syl asked, "Didn't you agree to get married when I come back?"

Ashara's hand froze.

It's as if she... did promise these things.

Syl suddenly mentioned this, leaving Ashara at a loss as to what to do.

"You...are underage..." Ashara pursed her lips, prevaricating a little weakly.

Knowing that Ashara must not be mentally prepared yet, Syl stretched out his hand to wrap around Ashara's waist, let her sit on his lap, and looked at him face to face.

"You promised me..." Syl looked at Ashara who lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at her, and said with a little "grievance".

"I..." Ashara stammered, but she couldn't tell why because of her stupid mouth.

After a while, seeing that Ashara was about to be ashamed to the limit, Syl spoke slowly, and said in a low voice:

"Then give me a kiss, and I'll forgive you for not keeping the promise this time, okay?"

For some reason, Ashara breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that a kiss would solve the problem.

Compared to something so elusive and unthinkable like getting married, a kiss is obviously simpler.

Ashara raised her head to look at Syl, just as she was about to make a quick decision, Syl spoke again.

"10 minutes."

"what?"

"Kiss for 10 minutes."

Ashara opened her mouth slightly, looked at Syl in front of her, and became a little at a loss.

But Syl in front of him had already closed his eyes, as if he was already waiting for Ashara's kiss.

This is...to make Syl happy, to make Syl relax...After a fierce ideological struggle, Ashara also slowly closed her eyes and kissed Syl lightly. up.

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PS:

I try not to be blocked, and see if the chapter can survive tomorrow.

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feature film -

[1. Does my second uncle's military service affect my imprisonment?]

【2. Why do people like to use ice water to refresh themselves instead of boiling water? 】

[3. Wu Jing brushed the five blessings for a few days but could only brush out the patriotic blessing]

good night~

Chapter 408 Chapter 360 Nine Embracing and Sleeping (4000 word chapter)

10 minutes is not long, nor is it short, it can pass almost in the blink of an eye.

The slightly hot hot spring and the warm and fragrant nephrite in his bosom, it's hard not to make people feel strange feelings.

For the first ten seconds or so, Searle was quite reserved.

But as time progressed, Syl's hands began to touch unconsciously.

If he can still control the immobile person at this time, then Syl can only say that this kind of person is either a saint or a shy person.