Chapter 122 Albedo
Bernadette fantasized.

The literary girl herself!
Next to a pile of books, I was pressed against the hardwood bookshelf, my body pressed tightly against it, and the young master was squatting beside my thighs, searching for something in the bookshelf, making me tremble all over...

At this moment, the sound of a passerby was heard from the opposite side of the bookshelf, and he looked over from the gap between the books.

Phew, no, no…

That kind of thing, being spied on, eavesdropped on, or recorded by passers-by who have no idea...

It feels like you are hovering on the edge of a cliff!
Bernadette felt that her head was about to explode with excitement. Those scenes that only appeared in books seemed to be appearing before her soon.

The feeling that it is about to become a reality is completely different from what you imagine in a book.

It made Bernadette's heart beat faster and her breathing quicken.

My heart is beating wildly in my chest like a lively rabbit!

“Hu…Hu…Ha…”

Bernadette's breathing couldn't help but quicken, her face flushed, and her eyes were dazed and trance-like.

"Hey."

Droste couldn't bear it anymore and shouted something speechlessly, pulling Bernadette directly out of the scene in her imagination.

In broad daylight, while walking on the road, it suddenly transformed into a sprinkler truck to clean the road in public. Isn't it too cruel?

Is this the perverted woman created by the oppression of an aristocratic family?

It's really scary and dramatic.

"Young Master..."

Bernadette quickly suppressed her expression and bowed slightly.

"Don't go too far. We went to the library to read books just to meet an editor-in-chief." Droste said unhappily and patted her thigh.

“Editor-in-chief…?!”

A literary boy wearing black-framed glasses?
Perverted senior?
Bernadette suddenly thought of something even more terrifying and exciting.

"Well, come and see how my novel is. I submitted it before, and it feels like it has a chance of being published."

“Ah…haha…mm.”

Bernadette's pupils shrank. The feeling was so wonderful, but Droste slapped her on the butt.

"Be honest and stop imagining."

Droste curled the corners of his mouth speechlessly. He knew that President Bernadette had always had a rich imagination, but he didn't expect that she would have such a wonderful fantasy on the road.

Bernadette pursed her lips and was about to speak, but was patted by Droste. Then she heard what Droste said.

"Library, here we are."

……

Droste and Bernadette walked around the library for a few times and finally saw someone who looked very much like the editor-in-chief in front of a row of seats.

She was a woman in her late twenties, and looked very young.

She was wearing a blue long skirt, also known as a mother-in-law skirt, which wrapped her body tightly. Her curvy figure was only exposed under the skirt, with her white and tender ankles, which were as white as lotus roots.

She was dressed normally, not revealing at all.

The woman was bending over the table writing something with a serious expression, her black hair scattered on her shoulders, adding to the atmosphere that made one want to spy on her.

The temperament is very outstanding.

Droste didn't notice it at first, but he saw the woman later.

Her overall temperament is very obvious and dazzling. Even with such a relatively conservative but figure-highlighting outfit, she can still exude that kind of charming feeling.

It seems that the word "charm" is deeply engraved in every move.

"Young Master, is he the person you are looking for?"

President Bernadette pushed Drost's hand and asked in a low voice. Bernadette really didn't dare to go up and say hello. She didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of ruining the beautiful scene in front of her.

Fear of frightening the people in heaven.

Although Bernadette was one of the eldest daughters in an aristocratic family and had seen most people who were pretty enough, she had never seen a woman with such outstanding temperament.

It seems like it doesn't belong to the human world at all, but comes from heaven.

"Um……"

Droste wasn't sure, but he looked around the library and didn't see anyone else with a more scholarly temperament.

"That should be it? Let's go up and say hello."

As he spoke, Droste walked forward and tapped the table lightly.

"Hello, is this Miss Albedo?"

Albedo looked up upon hearing the voice, her eyes clear.

"Hmm...? It's me. Who are you?"

When meeting those golden eyes, Droste's eyeballs couldn't help but tremble.

The pupils shrank.

What a beautiful and majestic woman she is! I really want to kneel down and lick her shoes.

wrong!

Droste suddenly felt ashamed of his base and mean thoughts.

It's strange. She is a female editor with outstanding temperament, why did she lose her composure like this?
Quickly coming back to his senses, Droste straightened up and gave a very standard smile.

"Ms. Albedo, you can call me Droste. I came here because I saw the agreement in a letter."

"I wonder if Miss Albedo has any impression of this?"

After saying that, Droste pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket and waved it in front of Albedo.

Miss Albedo in front of him blinked, and her long eyelashes trembled.

The delicate face and the elegance in her gestures all showed the dignity of Miss Albedo.

"So you are Droste. I have some impression of you." Miss Albedo nodded and turned to look at Droste.

Facing Albedo head-on, Droste couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Under the slender neck is a full and plump chest, and then to the slender waist, which is wrapped in a light blue knitted skirt.

Going downwards, the curve is even more exaggerated, as it is deformed by the squeezing of the stool.

For some reason, Droste felt his breathing become faster.

"Um... I'm the editor-in-chief of the Bird Newspaper. My name is Albedo."

Albedo crossed her legs, revealing a section of her tight and smooth calves from under her skirt, and said sternly:

"I want to discuss this book with you."

"I think your idea is great, but you need to work on your writing skills. To be honest, I don't believe you can complete such a masterpiece."

"I really mean that, especially after seeing how old you are."

"It's no exaggeration to tell you that I am very serious about literature. And your indecision from your casualness just now clearly shows that you just have this idea and don't want to perfect this decision."

"Am i right?"

Such a cold tone, such a serious attitude.

　Thanks to my friend Ta Ri Yue Chen Xing for one monthly ticket! I have already voted for 1 tickets, thank you so much!
　　Thanks to my friend Yongheng Xinghe for his 2 monthly tickets! New faces! I'll remember them!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)