After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril had a hunch that something was wrong, but he had no evidence.

So, he simply put aside the complicated thoughts in his mind, put down his hands covering his face and put them beside the bath, put his little head on his hands, and closed his eyes to enjoy the hot spring.

Probably due to the improvement of mental strength, Cyril could feel the warm water in the bath tightly surrounding his skin.

This water flow brought a particularly comfortable hint, and his spirit also relaxed a lot.

Cyril's cheeks were flushed from the bubbles, and his fair skin had a healthy pink luster.He felt that it was almost done, so he used magic to conjure himself a black bathrobe.

Then he pushed his hands hard and came out of the bath.

When Cyril started to soak in the hot spring, Brian casually sat on the edge of the bed and leaned against the head of the bed.

His slender fingers naturally swayed the wine glass containing the clear liquid, and looked leisurely at Cyril who was soaking in the bath.

The opponent's entire body and half of his face were buried in the water, like a small rose floating on the water with only the tips of the petals exposed.

Hearing the sound of "crashing" at this time, Brian raised his eyelids lazily, and his eyes full of interest locked on Cyril.

Just coming out of the bath, Cyril's hair was still wet.

The jet-black broken hair on his forehead hung moistly around his eyebrows and eyes, making his fair little face softer and more cute.

As he walked, the water droplets on the wet hair swayed gently.

Crystal clear drops of water rolled down to the tip of his hair, hanging tremblingly, and in the next second, they couldn't stop falling on his slender and curly eyelashes.

Sensing the mist in his vision, Cyril couldn't help but blinked and tilted his head.

The trembling and slender eyelashes were overwhelmed at this time, and the round crystal water drops dripped to the end of the flushed eyes as he turned his head slightly.

The shallow water mist is dense, and at first glance, it looks like the sparkling light overflowing from the eyes full of spring water.

Brian's eyes flickered slightly, but his eyes darkened.

His eyes flicked over Cyril's wet lips, and he raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

He didn't restrain his unscrupulous gaze, but his gaze continued to slide down, falling on Cyril's thin and beautiful collarbone.

The slightly sunken straight clavicle has graceful lines, like a finely crafted work of art.

Between the clavicles on the left and right sides hangs the rose necklace that he personally put on for the other party. In the center of the silver rose lies a scarlet gemstone with a serene luster.

Further down, the black bathrobe was loosely attached to Cyril's body, forming a stark contrast with his smooth and fair skin, bringing a stronger visual impact.

The black bathrobe that was still dripping quietly outlined the young man's thick and well-fitting figure with well-proportioned flesh and bones.

Cyril looked up at Mr. Scott, and was slightly taken aback for a moment.

The other party's eyes at this time were unbelievably deep, like an undercurrent surging in the mysterious deep sea, which could set off a turbulent wave at any time and easily swallow him completely.

Cyril's footsteps paused inadvertently.

His heart, which had calmed down in the hot spring, began to beat rapidly again.

Mr. Scott was still strikingly handsome, but somehow dangerous.

Cyril lowered his eyelashes unintentionally, trying to find something to divert his attention.

As if he suddenly realized something, he cast a drying spell on himself.

As the mobilization of magic power was completed, a gust of hot wind swept from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

The hot wind brutally took away the excess moisture from his body, and even his skin felt dry and tingling.

Cyril felt like a freshly baked, hot toast now.

"come over."

Brian looked at Cyril with a half-smile and said, with a light ending.

There was a bit of imperceptible coaxing hidden in the deep and hoarse voice.

For some reason, Cyril only felt that his legs suddenly became heavy.

He moved slowly to the edge of the bed, and sat down two seats away from Mr. Scott.

Even though the distance was not too close or far, the other party still showed some palpitating sense of aggression.

Cyril suppressed the strange emotions in his heart, raised his head to look at the other party, and blinked a pair of beautiful almond eyes.

"Mr. Scott...do you apply the medicine now..."

Cyril asked hesitantly.

After he finished asking, he paused, looked around, and found nothing similar to ointment, so he added, "I'll do it myself?"

"Lie down, face up."

Brian nodded slightly to Cyril calmly, with a hint of a faint smile in his voice.

Seeing that Cyril's eyes were filled with a little confusion, Brian curled his lips and explained in a serious manner: "It requires some special techniques to apply this medicine."

The calm appearance of the man does not seem to be fake.

Cyril nodded and thanked the other party politely.

Afterwards, he touched his nose in embarrassment, and slowly lay face up on the bed.

With the movement of Cyril lying on his back, his field of vision also became the huge dome covered with colored glass, and the deep night was outside the glass.

Tiny lights can be faintly seen dotted in the night.

Although Cyril tried his best to focus his attention on the end of his eyes, he still felt a slight depression of the mattress beside him in an instant - Mr. Scott sat beside him.

Obviously the surrounding scenery has not changed in any way, but Cyril feels that the surroundings seem to have become a lot more crowded all of a sudden.

A slender and strong hand landed on his chest, and slowly took off the bathrobe.

Cyril's body stiffened in an instant, he subconsciously held his breath, and his cheeks puffed up quietly.

Brian's movements were very slow, and he felt Little Rose's straight body almost the moment his fingers touched Cyril.

He gave a low laugh, and unhurriedly pulled the bathrobe away, pretending to take it all off for him.

Before Cyril couldn't help but want to speak, Brian stopped and looked at the thin and white abdomen exposed by the boy.

His gaze wandered past Cyril.

Brian moved his throat and raised his hand slightly, a small brass pot appeared in his palm.

He opened the lid and poured some sticky, transparent liquid on Cyril's skin.

Cyril suddenly felt a chill on his stomach, and a feeling that was more creamy than ice water entrenched in his abdomen.

He subconsciously took a deep breath.

Brian slowly turned his long and slender fingers, kneading Cyril's white and tender skin gently with his warm fingertips, spread the ointment evenly, rubbed his fingertips back and forth, rubbed lightly, and walked away Burning, as if burning with a tiny spark.

Cyril only felt a slight itching and numbness spreading along the rubbed area, gathering all the way to his heart, even his little heart seemed to be being manipulated with ease.

He tried his best to restrain his body's desire to tremble, and the hand placed by his side curled up slightly involuntarily.

For a while, under Brian's unexpected finger force, Cyril still let out a small "huh" sound.

The voice was light and ethereal, tinged with tide for no reason, and it fell clearly audible in the quiet surroundings.

Brian watched that with his own strength, Little Rose's fair skin with a layer of transparent luster turned slightly red, and the blush overflowed from his fingertips, showing a pitiful and slaughtered appearance.

He took a deep look at Cyril, recalling the soft touch left on his fingertips, and his Adam's apple rolled.

The ointment was cold, but Cyril felt that the place where Mr. Scott rubbed it with his fingers was hot, as if he had taken the other person's body temperature and penetrated into his pores.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Cyril raised his arm shyly to cover his eyes.

If Cyril looked up at the man's face, he could see that his dark blue eyes had turned into pure black at this moment.

A little bit of golden light shone in the rich black, as if a golden butterfly fluttering its wings was completely wrapped in the thick night.

Brian pulled his finger away.

He lowered his eyes and murmured a series of complicated spells in a low voice.

This time, the strange pattern of the abyss immediately emerged.

There are still two patterns like thorns, swimming under Cyril's fair skin.

Seeing this, the shadowy look in Brian's eyes grew darker.

He chanted another incantation again.

Cyril suddenly felt his abdomen start to feel hot, as if a flame was burning violently under his skin.

He couldn't help clenching his fists.

The light-colored lines began to twitch and twist as if they were stimulated by something.

As if wanting to break free from this polluted body, wanting to break through the ground.

Cyril felt an indescribable pain in his brain, as if being pierced into his scalp by sharp needles.

His stomach was still hot as if it had been burned by fire, but the rest of his body was chilled as if soaked in ice water.

Big beads of sweat appeared on Cyril's forehead.

He clenched his teeth and frowned at the unbearable pain.

Brian's eyes fell on Cyril's face again.

Seeing the water in Little Rose's beautiful eyes, the delicate facial features are wrinkled, looking like delicate petals that have been torn, helpless and fragile.

It seems that if you push harder, it will disappear soon.

Brian scanned the traces of pollution in the abyss, and there was a sharp and depressing gloom in his dark eyes.

He began to think that Erlanger was right sometimes—the Wizards Union is a bunch of idiots, and they couldn't even find such obvious traces of the abyss left on the Wizarding Continent.

Brian suddenly leaned over and reached out to clasp Cyril's right hand.

His slender and strong fingers inserted between Cyril's five fingers, and a surge of magic power flowed from his palm into Cyril's body.

This magical power rampaged domineeringly in Cyril's body, but gently soothed his uncomfortable state.

Except that the abdomen still seemed to be burning, the rest of his body eased up.

After a while, the burning sensation in the abdomen gradually disappeared.

At this moment, Cyril's whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, with glistening sweat covering his fair skin.

He called the system in his mind and asked:

[Is this medicine effective? ]

The system hesitated for a second or two before answering:

[There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear? 】

Cyril's heart sank.

It seems that the pollution of the abyss has not been completely removed.

The author has something to say: Bryan: I am the only one who can bully my wife, how dare the abyss...