Greetings,Mister Principal

"Do you want to take a bath first, or eat first, or with me first..."

Phyllis smiles a little, and she is very charming. She says that this is a word that any normal man can't hold, but Lena doesn't even stir up her eyebrows and just answers coldly.

"I remember you should have changed your clothes."

Then Lena lowered her head and continued to read. Just as Lena was about to leave, Phyllis subconsciously took Lena's hand.

"Don't..."

Phyllis murmured to herself unconsciously. Her expression became a little dignified. It seemed that she had dreamed something bad.

"Help me..."

she was still dreaming, holding Lena's hand tightly, as if unwilling to give up the last straw.

"It's OK. No one will hurt you any more."

Lena whispered, stroking Phyllis's long hair with her other hand, trying to placate the woman who was in a nightmare.

Phyllis is not as strong as he imagined. Her experience as an enchanting witch must have left her indelible trauma. Although on the surface, she is still the beautiful woman who can do well, maybe only in the dead of night can Lena see the fragile side of Phyllis.

After all, she was only a few years older than Lena.

With Lena's touch, Phyllis gradually calms down and returns to her original deep sleep.

Lena gently stood up, went back to his desk and continued to pick up the material he had read.

A sleepless night.