Chapter 67, Fremea, They're Gone
"Come on, go out for a walk with me."

Droste loosened the rubber tourniquet on his hand and threw it into the box beside him, looking at Bernadette who was sitting on the ground.

"Do you have the energy to move?"

Bernadette's body twitched slightly with her white and tender thighs in a duck sitting posture. She supported herself on the ground with her hands and gasped heavily.

There were several red marks on her thighs and the back of her thighs.

The slight burning pain left by the rubber tourniquet swinging on her body just now made her legs weak and she couldn't stand at all.

However, Droste didn't quite understand this kind of thing, nor did he like this kind of operation very much, so he just made do with it.

He obviously controlled his strength and it didn't cause much pain.

The main thing is to wear thick gauze and then use cotton swabs to slightly reduce the source of the sound.

Bernadette had no idea where the next touch, kiss, or rubber tourniquet would come from.

That charming hand, that charming young master, always appears from nowhere.

This feeling.

Bernadette felt itchy and curious about the next reward.

Is it a delicate and soft kiss, or a hot and painful feeling?

“Ha…Ahaha…Ah.”

Bernadette's slightly rapid breathing brought Droste back to his senses.

"I'll...rest for a while."

"So... so happy... so cool~"

Listening to Bernadette's convulsive gasps, her flushed face, rapid breathing, and beads of sweat on her body,
He turned around to look at Teacher Ilinal. As expected of the charming and alluring Spider-girl teacher, she was leaning back in her chair, buttoning her white shirt lazily.

Seeing that Teacher Ilinal seemed fine, Droste couldn't help but sigh.

The royal sister is still the best. She is proactive, thoughtful, and doesn't want anything from you. After finishing the job, she will take a rest on her own initiative.

I only want your body, not your money.

The girl also needs to operate it manually and take care of the delicate flowers so that they can thrive.

It adds a lot of trouble.

Droste squatted down and leaned gently against Bernadette's side.

Looking back, he saw that Teacher Irina was dressing gently and without making any noise. Droste reached out to support Bernadette and gently hugged her.

"Then take a break."

In the health room in the morning, the sunlight penetrates the window like a golden ribbon, falling on the neat table, forming mottled light and shadow.

The air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, which is intertwined with the fresh scent of grass and trees outside the window, bringing a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

The sunlight shines through the half-open windows, onto the white walls, casting a pattern of interlaced light and shadow.

The boys and girls in the picture also form a beautiful picture.

Her clothes were a little messy, and there were some fine beads of sweat on her face, shining crystal clear across Bernadette's face.

The handsome Droste gently hugged Bernadette, who was sitting on the duck, and sat very close to her.

The two hugged each other very intimately and tenderly.

Feeling Droste's slight breathing and the faint orange scent of a boy, Bernadette's heart suddenly began to beat.

I don’t know when, but Bernadette started living under the pressure of her family and the admiring gazes of those around her.

Everyone admires her and looks forward to her soaring to success.

She is very outstanding and has lived up to everyone's expectations. She is also very smart and is learning all the time, learning from her elders and her predecessors.

However, the overly harsh demands of the elders made them lose their tenderness towards Bernadette.

"Work hard, and you'll get a reward of 100000 gold coins."

"If you work hard, you can get a property in Monk City."

Reward, Bernadette only got a reward, but no relationship. She hadn't felt such a gentle hug for a long time.

Even if it’s grandpa, even if it’s grandma, even if it’s other elders.

She no longer remembers being hugged as a child, and hugs are very rare as she grows older.

Friends, she has them. Admirers, she has them.

But she only met someone today who could speak honestly and hug her so gently.

Bernadette's breathing gradually became steady. She put her arms around Droste's waist tightly, and rested her delicate cheek on Droste's chest.

The feeling of security made Bernadette want to cry.

Droste patted Bernadette's back gently and said, "Have you rested well? get out of class is about to end."

"Hold me for a while longer, please."

Bernadette's voice was even a little gentle and soft.

"Then...put on your skirt first, and don't get the blue and white stripes dirty."

Droste held it, his eyes fixed on the tan vintage pleated skirt on the ground.

"Well...it's soaked...already..."

Bernadette was a little ashamed and angry, and muttered softly.

"Then take it off. The hem of your skirt is long enough so it should cover the area. Just remember to hold it down."

Frost put his hands under the girl's arms and pulled her up, just like he would hold a child when he was a child.

"Um...ok...ok."

Bernadette blushed again.

The girl who had been so promiscuous just now actually blushed again at this moment.

"Come on, get up, little maid, take the initiative yourself."

Supporting Bernadette's delicate body with weak legs, and marveling at the girl's elasticity, Droste said unhappily.

He clearly called himself the young master, so why was the little maid still standing there limply and unwilling to get up?

It seems that the adjustment is still not in place.

"it is good……"

Bernadette stood up with difficulty and took off the blue and white stripes on her body.

There is a dark mark in the middle.

Then she pulled up her brown and yellow retro pleated skirt to hide her fair and plump thighs.

"Like this... a vacuum? The young master really knows how to play..."

Bernadette looked at Droste with some shame. Even through the thick gauze, Droste could feel the wetness and mist in the girl's eyes.

The fanatical and confused feeling that was like a heart-warming heart was very obvious even through the gauze.

And there was also an inexplicable sense of dependence, which I felt from Bernadette's gentle tone.

Droste looked back at Teacher Irinale, who was sitting on a chair with a smile on her face, then took Bernadette's hand and walked out the door.

As soon as he reached the door, Droste slowly turned his head and the shape of his mouth said: I'll come to see the teacher next time.

Teacher Ilinal nodded.

Only after the door of the health room was completely closed did Teacher Irinaer relax and lean back in her chair.

"Fremea, they're gone."

Teacher Fremea's tense body in the bed finally relaxed, and her heart was at ease.

　I am so grateful to Yu Sheng Mo Wan Yun for his reward! Thank you so much! I have made it to the top of the book friend list next time. Thank you very much!

　　I am really touched that this crappy book of mine received some rewards!
　　There are also 2 monthly tickets from book friend Fallen to Heaven!
　　Thanks to my book friend Delusion and Love for the 2 monthly tickets!
　　atmosphere!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)