Miss Torturer just wants to fish

Such a gesture would definitely not appear on that mature and sensible face that was always full of worries.

Even if there is a hint of it occasionally, it is not so delicate and charming.

Losing her memory, perhaps for this girl, also meant losing her shackles.

But Rose couldn't think of that much.

Dorothy's fingertips touched the tip of her nose, and through the fingers and forearm, her eyes slid down to the girl's face and body.

The slightly raised shoulders, the slightly tilted head between the undulating soft quilt, as well as the fluttering eyes and the wet lips that opened and closed, all instantly made Rose lose her ability to think.

As if cold water had suddenly been poured into her ears, there was a thin buzzing sound.

The brain appears to be deprived of blood.

The only thing that can support her sanity is the last line of defense built by the title "teacher".

Yes, she is Dorothy's teacher.

She is older than her...a full three years old!

Well, wait a minute, doesn't it seem like he's not that old?

Rose's head was rattling, but she reached out and pushed Dorothy's fingertips away.

"Nonsense, even the teacher can make jokes."

She reprimanded Dorothy in this way, but her voice was also soft, and even the pretentious majesty was gone.

Dorothy opened her mouth when she heard Rose's reprimand, and her face flushed.

After all, this "joking" move is indeed not a common move for her.

But seeing Rose's shyness and listening to this coquettish reprimand, Dorothy suddenly felt that her bold and presumptuous behavior was not a bad thing.

As if opening the door to a new world, there seemed to be some voice in her mind urging Dorothy to continue.

"Sorry, teacher", the four words came to his lips, turned around, but Dorothy swallowed them again by mistake.

With her little finger, she gently hooked the little finger of Rose's hand that pushed her away, and she opened her mouth as if coquettishly.

"But, teacher, I'm really cold too."

Dorothy pursed her lips as she said this.

Rose scratched her head when she heard Dorothy's words.

She was indeed a little negligent, after all, it is still late autumn.

The forbidden place like Black Lake Mire is very humid, so it is naturally very cold at night.

Dorothy still has a habit of sleeping naked, so it is indeed a bit inappropriate to only take out a mattress.

"That's why I told you to take off your clothes and sleep," Rose sighed and shook her head, "then I'll get you another quilt...wait."

Rose said so, trying to sit up.

But Dorothy's hand, which had hooked her little finger, suddenly seized her wrist, and the other hand opened.

Dorothy gave Rose such a sudden tug.

Although Dorothy's strength is very small, if Rose doesn't use magic to protect herself, her physical fitness is only at the level of an ordinary home girl who lacks exercise.

The succubi are generally in good shape and have light bones. Rose's body is also very light, and her weight is even smaller than it looks.

In addition, she didn't have any defense against Dorothy, and when she stood up for a while, she was dragged by Dorothy, and naturally lost her center of gravity, and fell into Dorothy's open arms.

And the moment Rose fell into her arms, Dorothy instantly circled around her ribs and hugged her, her whole body pressed against her.

It's a face-to-face, passionate hug that's completely different from riding a horse.

The girl's smooth skin and slender body were almost completely attached to Rose's body, and the newly developed dove's egg-like soft and smooth lower abdomen and waistline made Rose feel the ups and downs of the lines with the same part of the skin.

Even the thighs were pressed together, and Dorothy's arch rested lightly on Rose's ankle.

"You don't need a quilt, Miss Rose...that's all right."

Dorothy put her chin on Rose's shoulder and whispered.

"Holding the teacher, I won't be cold at all."

"And you won't be afraid."

As she said this, Rose felt the temperature of her skin gradually rising, her heartbeat accelerated, and her hot breath. It was a bit hard to say whether this was a hug for warmth, or if she provided her with the conditions for self-heating.

Anyway, Rose also felt that she was getting hotter too.

But she was a little at a loss, she didn't know where to put her hands, feet and head.

Rose felt like she was being hugged as a body pillow.

At the same time, she couldn't help feeling a little emotional...

After my disciple lost his memory, his temperament changed somewhat!

This kind of behavior of disrespecting the teacher... has been done!

Although she instinctively enjoys it to some extent, Rose feels that this is not good.

After thinking about it, Rose still spoke.

"Then what... Dorothy..."

"Why don't you take the quilt..."

"If you are afraid of sleeping by yourself, I can hold your hand. It's not appropriate to hold you so tightly. After all, you are fifteen or sixteen years old."

Rose spoke so slowly, with a slightly tentative tone.

However, Dorothy did not respond to her.

After a long time, Rose suddenly noticed that Dorothy's breathing became long and even.

This little girl is actually hugging herself...

Just fell asleep like this!

Realizing this fact, Rose froze.

She stroked Dorothy's head lightly, and slowly smoothed the girl's smooth hair.

"Okay, good night."

Rose said softly.

525 A Night Without Words

It was a long night for Rose.

She didn't sleep all night.

Of course, for a succubus, not sleeping for a day does not have much impact.

But for Rose, who has never done anything special and must ensure that she gets enough sleep every day, it is somewhat unbelievable.

Sleeping with Dorothy in her arms really made it difficult for her to fall asleep peacefully.

The little girl in her arms breathes evenly and long, like a cat sleeping on her lap.

Well-behaved and docile, and showing full "trust".

Therefore, Rose simply admired her sleeping face.

When the distance between the two is so close, it is difficult for Rose to face Dorothy as a "teacher".

It's just this moment, amidst Dorothy's lovely breathing, the identity becomes no longer important, and the boundaries become blurred again.

They are not teachers and students, nor are they advisors to the Demon King's army, princesses of Abyss Succubus and Golden Iris, or descendants of legendary brave men.

It's just a sleeping girl and another girl hugging her.

It's even more like Rose told those mercenaries' false identities...

A pair of sisters going to a distant place.

"so good."

Rose thought so, and the hand stroking Dorothy's hair turned to poke the girl's face.

Dorothy fell into a deep sleep, which was rare. Even though she was poked in the face, she only muttered a few meaningless syllables, but she still didn't wake up.

And Rose, after teasing the sleeping Dorothy for a while, soon realized that she could not do so.

Because the little girl was too cute when she fell asleep, so Rose felt that if she continued to look at it, the relationship between "sisters" would change somewhat.

Therefore, Rose, who is very good at calming herself down, began to exercise her magical thinking ability in her mind, and to pass the time by doing questions for herself.

Just like this, holding Dorothy in his arms, patting Dorothy on the back from time to time, while doing questions in his mind to pass the time, the night passed quickly.

If any monster's roar or scream suddenly came from the depths of the black lake swamp, Rose would gently cover Dorothy's ears to prevent her from being awakened.

After the night passed like this, in the early morning of the next day, Dorothy, who was lying in Rose's arms, woke up leisurely.

"Uh-yeah..."

The girl stretched lazily and opened her sleepy eyes.

A night of sufficient and dreamless sleep restored Dorothy's "soul abnormality" a little, and at the same time made her wake up very quickly.

Before she got up subconsciously according to her instinct, Dorothy was the first to feel the abnormal "touch" under her body.

I seem to be... resting on someone's arm.

And you can smell the faint body fragrance.

The moment Dorothy thought about "what's the situation", her brain had already presented all the memories of last night.

How did I take advantage of "Ms. Rose"'s unsuspecting and threw herself into her arms, and said such embarrassing words before going to bed...

It can be said to be vivid.

Dorothy was still a little awake at first, but at this moment, she became energetic in an instant.

Although she has no memory, she still understands that she has done something very presumptuous.

Shame belatedly hit Dorothy.

but……

Dorothy, who had crossed a threshold last night and seemed to have lifted a certain restriction because of amnesia, only let this shame occupy her heart for a moment.

Soon, her expression calmed down again.

So far she has fully confirmed...

Regardless of whether I have a real teacher-student relationship with "Ms. Rose", it should be closer than the teacher-student relationship in "common sense".

At least, I definitely don't just treat her as a teacher.

In Dorothy's understanding at the moment, those different identities and titles that crossed the plane of racial power did not exist in the first place.

When the problem is completely transparent, only the essence can be seen.

And the essence of the relationship between Rose and Dorothy, for Dorothy, is "love".

She liked "Rose", whether the other party was her teacher or not.

This is a fact that existed before amnesia, and it is also a feeling that has not disappeared after amnesia.

Therefore, this was the first thing Dorothy recalled.

She adored Rose.

No doubt.

Thinking of this, Dorothy raised her head slightly and looked at Rose.

"Good morning, Miss Rose."

Saying so, she rubbed against Rose's arms even more.

And Rose noticed Dorothy's waking up, saw her smilingly looking into her eyes, and smiled softly.

"Good morning... Would you like some breakfast?"

Sitting up gently holding Dorothy, Rose took her robe from the bed and straightened it.