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Ian looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on Ophelia's bed.

It was a very neat bed.

Black pillow and white quilt.

On the bedside is a small alarm clock.

"Okay, I'll let you go later."

After saying this, Ian directly picked up Ophelia and put her on the bed.

"What are you going to do?"

Ophelia looked at Ian with some despair.

"It's nothing."

"Didn't you say you want me to let you go? Then don't you let me go now?"

"But you are obviously still looking for something!"

"Yes."

Ian took out a knife from the things he packed for Ophelia, and then took the things Ophelia had hidden in his hand.

"It's one thing to let go of you."

"But it's another thing to fight back against the way you just did other things in the name of inspection, right?"

"Miss Ophelia, I don't like to have that kind of contact with you."

"so--"

Ian walked towards Ophelia.

"I have to make you pay something, right?"

"you!"

Ophelia wanted to say more.

But it was all meaningless - because Ian wasn't listening.

To make matters worse, Ophelia found that she seemed to be no match for the other party.

The top student's hands were grasped together, and when they were closed, they looked like they were struggling like the tails of a fish out of water.

But in reality, such a struggle is pointless.

Because Ophelia's strength is not on the same level as Ian's.

Coupled with this passive state, her resistance was further weakened.

Soon, her hands lost the freedom they originally had in this resistance.

But this is just the beginning.

Because Ian didn't do anything after that, but just looked at himself with an extremely cold look.

And just such a look was enough to shatter Ophelia's original pride.

In this case, what comes from the throat can only be a meaningless warning.

"Ian, do you know what you are doing?!"

"If I tell this kind of thing, you won't be able to stay in Chaldea!"

"Okay." Ian still had that cold gaze.

"Then just tell me."

"The excellent magician from the Clock Tower brought a strange man back to his room late at night."

"What do you think everyone will pay attention to first?"

"you!"

"Shhh."

Ian folded Ophelia's coat and put it aside, and then continued to look at the other party with that cold look.

As the bow on her neck was gently pulled apart.

The girl's eyes met Ian's, and only his figure could be seen in her strange-colored eyes.

But Ian had no further ideas.

He just silently put his hands around Ophelia's back.

click.

The last thread in my heart was broken.

Ian took off that was enough

He faced the strange-colored eyes that meant nothing to him and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"No idea."

"I really don't want to listen to you, so I can only do this."

Ophelia's eyes widened, but there was no way to avoid this.

She could now confirm that he was a madman.

A terrifying and powerful madman.

Ian's eyes passed from Ophelia to her waist.

There is another rolled belt on the side, with a bit of lightness on it.

In the panicked eyes of the top student magician, the man's voice rang out again. There was no threat or too much contact, but just a question.

"You seem to have a special liking for black."

Ian looked at everything in front of him and commented so calmly, as if what was in front of him was just a work created by Ophelia with all her strength.

"I prefer white, though."

After saying this, the man's eyes scanned the scenery in front of him from top to bottom, making everything more terrifying.

thigh.

knee.

calves.

soles of feet.

Ian's eyes stayed at the bottom position and stopped flowing to other places.

This time the target is Ophelia's feet.

Lift them slightly and place them gently on the end of the bed.

In this way, Ian will have more room for action.

But it's not over yet.

He looked at Ophelia's folded legs and suddenly raised his head to look at her.

Ophelia's eyes were a little more frightened than before.

"Wuwuwu..." Such a sound came from her mouth.

Ian reached out and gently took out the hair that had been caught between her lips when he put her on the bed.

"Do not be afraid."

"I won't hurt you."

"I just thought of a question."

Ian looked around and back to Ophelia.

"Since you are so busy that you don't even have time to clean up the room..."

"Are there any other places that I need to help clean up?"

Ophelia was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized what Ian meant.

"Woo, woo, woo!"

The overachiever's whimpers made absolutely no sense.

This crazy man has his own ideas that cannot be replaced.

What was revealed in front of him at this moment was a garden that had not been taken care of very well.

And he is the extremely hardworking gardener among them.

of course.

It all doesn't look too bad, it's just that those short inches of grass make everything look a little messy.

"really."

Ian smiled with control.

"Although Miss Ophelia is very good at magic, she seems not very good at life."

"But that's okay."

"I happen to have such a skill that you call 'strange'."

Ian finished saying this.

Ophelia suddenly realized that many of her actions and remarks had stepped on his minefields.

Her cognition has also reached the final level.

Ian is not just a madman, but an enraged madman.

Ophelia regretted it.

She shouldn't point fingers at Ian because of her own thoughts.

But there is no regret medicine in this world.

Some are just bitter pills that you have to taste.

Ian stood up, and after taking some things in the room, he returned to the bed where Ophelia was.

At this time, he already had a shower head filled with warm water and a small bottle in his hand.

Obviously.

This wasn't something he just found.

Instead, when he was cleaning Ophelia's room from the beginning, he had the props he wanted to use in mind.

As long as the answer he gets is not what he needs, he can use it immediately.

This wasn't just an enraged lunatic.

He also has an unimaginably thoughtful mind.

"Do not be afraid--"

Ian sat back down to his previous position.

"I won't hurt you, if you just stay in my presence."

Before Ophelia could make any sound, Ian was already in action again.

The area where he was moving was no longer in Ophelia's sight.

The top student magician couldn't see what was going on.

But the warm air coming out from under his body was enough to show that the man was using the kettle he had found.

After the warmth passed, something was applied to the top of the garden entrance, adding a little lubrication.

But before Ophelia could get used to it.

The feeling like a needle and thread being pulled up instantly made her feel like a wheat field being harvested by Ian.

one plant.