System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

At least that's what activated Seale's XP system.

"You called me? ^^"

"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel," Searle said to the system in his heart, "If you keep arguing, you'll be fucked."

"Received received received ^^"

Syl stroked her hair and felt that it was almost dry, then closed the window and drew the curtains.

Afterwards, Syl went to the door and locked it, specially making the sound of the door locked very loudly, for fear that Archbishop Ashara would not be able to hear him.

After doing all this, Syl walked to the side of the bed and climbed onto his big bed from the other side, took the pillow, and put it next to Ashara's pillow.

After a little observation of the distance between the two pillows, Syl frowned, still feeling a little too far away.

Seeing that there was still a lot of space left on Ashara's pillow, Syl moved closer to Ashara's head and asked in a low voice, "The archbishop?"

"Are you still awake, Archbishop?"

Cyr's voice was small, but enough for Ashara to hear.

But Ashara, who heard Syl's voice, acted as if she didn't hear it, completely unresponsive, still lying quietly on her side.

"May I sleep on your pillow, Archbishop?"

After waiting for a while, Ashara still didn't respond, Syl lay down next to Ashara, and even rubbed against her.

"Don't speak is the default."

After a while, Syl spoke again:

"Archbishop, can I hold you to sleep?"

"If you don't speak, it's the default."

Syl earnestly counted down to 321. After counting, Ashara still didn't respond.

Is it so bearable?

Seeing Ashara's calm look, Syl felt a little surprised.

Could it be that Archbishop Ashara became resistant to his molestation?

Was this level of teasing unable to make Ashara take any action?

Intensify?

After Syl thought for a second, the competitive spirit in his heart rose.

Intensify!

If he didn't do anything, he didn't stop, Syl directly stretched out his hand, hugged Ashara, and hugged her into his arms.

Syl's right leg was directly on Ashara's leg, and the two of them were very close to each other.

They could even feel each other's warm breath.

But even so, Ashara still didn't have any intention of moving.

If it wasn't for feeling that Ashara was still breathing steadily, Syl almost thought that Ashara had passed out.

Seeing Ashara's cute cheeks so close at hand, a strong sense of frustration rose from Syl's heart.

Ever since he first met Archbishop Ashara, Syl had never suffered such a big grievance.

Why can he still remain calm when he treats Archbishop Ashara like this?

Could it be that my own skills have regressed?

No.

Intensify! ! !

"The archbishop," Syl looked at Ashara's cheek in front of him, and asked softly, "Can I have a goodnight kiss?"

Almost at the moment when Syl said this, Syl felt Ashara in his arms, and his body muscles stiffened a little.

it is good!

Now it's normal!

"If you don't speak, you agree~" Sylt elongated his tone, giving Ashara enough time to react.

After finishing speaking, Searle waited a little bit specially.

But soon, Ashara's reaction disappointed Syl.

She... still didn't move.

It seems that it is better to pretend to be asleep than to be "awake" and face sleeping with Syl.

Then don't blame me for being rude...

Syl moved her face directly towards Ashara's face, and kissed Ashara's lips directly.

Syl just kept this kissing posture, and stopped immediately, as if he didn't intend to move his face away.

Let's see how long the Archbishop can last.

Feeling Archbishop Ashara's soft lips, as well as the archbishop's stagnant breathing, Syl felt that the scheme had succeeded.

Syl didn't have any burden in his heart, although his mouth was kissed, his nose was still breathing.

But Archbishop Ashara seemed not so calm.

The moment Syl kissed him, Archbishop Ashara held his breath, and his body also became stiff.

She held back, as if waiting for Syl's lips to leave.

But Syl just didn't move, he was as steady as a sculpture, and he didn't make any other movements, just hugging and kissing.

Soon, under Syl's gaze, Ashara's face slowly turned from pink to red, and even her pure white neck was stained with a tinge of crimson.

I don't know if it's because I'm holding my breath or because I'm shy.

Finally, after about a minute passed, Archbishop Ashara tilted his head back and coughed:

"Cough cough...he cough cough..."

When coughing, Archbishop Ashara couldn't hold back his breath.

Not knowing if he was choking on his own saliva, Archbishop Ashara coughed violently.

"Ah, archbishop, why are you awake?" Syl didn't let go of his embrace, but gently patted Ashara's back with his hands, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Sil's caring look and gentle tone didn't seem to feel that it was caused by himself.

"No...ahem...it's okay..." Ashara whispered while calming her breathing, "I'm having a nightmare..."

Ashara simply had a nightmare, and covered up what happened just now, a bit like she didn't admit that she was awake just now.

Well, I like the way the Archbishop pretends to be calm with a deadpan face.

"What did you dream about?" Syl asked a little "curiously".

Of course Syl knew that Ashara was definitely not dreaming, she just wanted to see how Archbishop Ashara would live up to this lie.

"Uh..." Sure enough, Archbishop Ashara, who was not good at lying, got stuck immediately after Syl asked this sentence.

She couldn't even organize words to deceive Searle.

"Okay, I don't want to know either," Syl smiled and squeezed Ashara's shoulder, "If I know, I'm afraid I'll be too scared to sleep."

Ashara pursed her lips in distressed cuteness, but finally penetrated Syl's armor, making Syl unbearable to continue teasing her.

Compared with the archbishop who was very shy and refused to admit that he was stubborn, the archbishop who is now sick and weak has a different flavor.

"By the way, archbishop, I have a method to make you recover faster." Syl said to Ashara as if he suddenly remembered something.

"What?" Hearing Syl's words, Ashara let go of her pursed lips, and asked curiously.

Now that Ashara's body is weak, even the bishop who hopes the goddess teaches the most powerful medical skills can't do anything, he can only give a resting plan.

The archbishop was curious about what Syl could do.

Looking at Ashara who was asking questions in front of him, Syl's right hand slowly lit up with a white halo, and said with a smile:

"Archbishop, do you still remember the time I helped you sleep before I left?"

"Um... how, do it..."

Ashara wanted to continue to ask something, but felt a warm little hand caressing her chest.

A gentle, but strange holy light energy was transmitted into Ashara's body.

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PS:

feature film -

[1. "There are 70 billion people on earth, why only 86 people pay attention to the mentally handicapped? Are there so few mentally handicapped people?"]

【"Isn't 86 bigger than 70?"】

[2. My life finally has a 360° turning point! 】

[3. People have died in this house, it is a dead house, and no one wants a dead house]

good night good night~

Chapter 304 Chapter 280 Three Prepare the Ring Yourself (4000-word chapter)

"Ok?"

After being puzzled for a while, Ashara immediately realized what it was.

When she instructed Syl to use divine magic for the first time, she used [Hand of Redemption].

And now there is a familiar wave in Syl's hand, which is undoubtedly Syl's [Hand of Redemption].