The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants happiness

"Have you been doing well these past few years?"

"Very well."

"Have you grown?"

"...Yes." He thought for a moment.

"Have you become stronger?"

"...Yes." He hesitated briefly.

"Have you made any new friends?"

"Yes!" Without hesitation.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes...wait, I don't have one!"

Liya, who was almost fooled, made a big fool of herself again and said angrily:

"Saint teacher...you, what are you asking!"

"Oh, you don't have one?"

The saint blinked in surprise, "I thought you had an affair with that Moon Campbell."

"No, no!"

Liya pursed her lips and said seriously: "Didn't I explain it just now? We are just ordinary friends."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"Is that so? It seems that the teacher is overthinking."

"That's right!"

Liya waved her pink fist vigorously.

"Then...Liya."

"Hmm?"

Liya was stunned because she noticed the change in the tone of the saint teacher.

"If you have someone you like, you must tell the teacher in time."

The saint suddenly restrained all her smiles, then leaned over and held the girl's pretty face.

In her crystal-clear eyes, there was a strange brilliance that Liya could not understand.

"Before you..."

She looked into Liya's eyes and whispered:

"Before you embark on this road of no return."

119. Preference

"If you have someone you like, you must tell the teacher."

"Before you really embark on this road of no return."

In the swaying candlelight, the clear eyes watched calmly, but flashed a brilliance that Liya could not understand.

It was like a lake under the misty drizzle, deep and elusive.

"... I said no."

Liya smiled slightly, then turned her head away and hummed: "Saint teacher, you think too much."

"Really?"

The saint let go of her hands and smiled:

"That's good, the teacher just confirmed it a little bit, don't be angry, little Liya~"

"I'm not angry!"

Liya puffed up her cheeks.

"Oh, you are completely angry."

"No!"

"Liya is so cute."

Liya's cute look like an angry hamster made the saint's smile softer.

She opened her arms and gently hugged Liya.

"Rest well next. Since we have come this far, don't think too much. All the results may have been destined."

"Well, thank you, teacher."

Liya rubbed gently in the saint's equally broad chest. This warmth made her feel much more at ease.

"See you later."

"Wait, wait a minute..."

"Anything else?"

The saint who was about to leave turned around, smiled, and asked gently without a trace of boredom.

"Well...that, I have another question."

"Excuse me."

"That's it."

Liya knelt on the bed, her fingers constantly ravaging the poor sheets, and the toes pressed under the perky buttocks tightened and relaxed cutely with the twisting of her body.

After a fierce inner struggle, she turned her slightly red cheeks to the other side and finally asked the question hidden deep in her heart:

"What exactly does it mean to like someone, Saint Teacher?"

"..."

Silence came suddenly.

In the room with flickering shadows, the statue of the goddess still looked at the two of them lovingly.

The Saint was slightly stunned, looking at the girl who mustered up courage in shyness, and she didn't know what she thought of, and her eyes flashed with an indescribable brilliance again.

But this brilliance was quickly restrained, and she showed her gentle smile again, as if the sun was shining:

"You actually asked such a question, Leah, are you really..."

"No... No, I didn't..."

Liya shook her little head and left an afterimage:

"Saint teacher, you misunderstood, I just wanted to confirm it, yes, confirm it.

The book says that there are many kinds of emotions that may be mistaken for love, such as gratitude after being helped, or accelerated heartbeats at a critical moment.

Although these emotions are not love, they still affect thoughts.

And the ceremony is about to begin, I don't want to be affected.

So... so..."

At this point, Leah seemed to finally realize what she had said, how shameless it was for a saint candidate who was determined to serve the goddess. With a blushing face, she hid herself tightly in the quilt again.

Ahhh... What are you talking about, Leah Angel.

How could you be so confused for a moment and ask the saint teacher such a question?

Even though she is gentle and knowledgeable, and can be called a perfect saint template, she is still a saint who is extremely pure in her emotions!

I actually asked her such a question, and coupled with what happened just now, even if the saint teacher doesn't say anything, she will definitely think that she is the kind of shameless person in her heart...

"You really grew up, Leah."

"Huh?"

In the quiet room, Leah's unexpected answer rang out.

She quietly poked half of her face out of the quilt, but what was seen was still that perfect pretty face with a gentle smile.

Even the curve of the corners of her mouth did not change at all.

"What does growing up... mean?"

"In this world, there are not even one-third of people who dare to ask such questions and face their inner thoughts."

The saint replied:

"The remaining two-thirds are all cowards, fools and scum."

"Is... is that so?" Liya blinked with a naive look, not quite understanding what her teacher was saying.

"As for your question, what counts as love... to be honest, I don't know, and I'm afraid no one in the world can explain it clearly."

"Ah."

"But if I insist... it's probably a thump."

"A thump?"

Liya frowned her cute face, becoming more and more incomprehensible.

"Yes, a thump."

The saint pointed to Liya's chest and smiled: "If one day, someone can make you hear a thump very clearly, then you should like him."

...

...

"Lin."

After walking out of the room, the saint suddenly called softly.

"Here."

The great nun Lin, who had led Mu En before, appeared from the shadows.

"Have you seen that boy?"

"Yes."

"How does it feel?" the saint asked with a smile.

"Hmm..."

Lin pondered for a moment and replied:

"A very strange person."

"Strange?"

"Yes, the rumored him, the intelligence, and the one I saw in reality are completely three different people. This sense of separation is very strange.

...But there is one thing that is very consistent."

"Oh?"

The saint asked curiously:

"What is it?"

"He is very lustful and likes black stockings."

"..."

The saint subconsciously lowered her head and just saw Lin's round calf wrapped in black stockings half exposed from under the nun's long skirt.

"But you don't seem to hate him."

"Yes, his lust is just the average level of men, and he has always kept the boundaries and has not crossed the line. With his face, it is indeed difficult for people to hate him."