As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

At the very end, she winked playfully and gave Roy an encouraging look: "Don't worry about anything these days, just go and spend your honeymoon with your Saint Lady~!"

Alice turned around and noticed that Roy's expression was brighter than usual: "Did something good happen?"

"nothing."

Roy's tone was calm.

But the corners of his mouth had already risen uncontrollably.

These days, Roy's conscience was troubled by his shame and concerns about the girls, and he dared not immerse himself too much in his world of two with Alice, let alone repeat the beauty of that night.

But since Nia and the others don't mind, don't dislike, don't reject, and even encourage me to increase my efforts, then I won't be polite!

Chapter 145: Alice Wants More

White Harbor is brightly lit at night.

The Trial of the Holy Maiden attracted believers of Holy Light from all over the Western Continent, bringing in huge customer traffic and indirectly promoting commercial prosperity.

Even though the previous cult attacks had caused panic, Alice's sword of canonization had established her prestige and greatly boosted people's confidence in White Harbor.

Especially since Alice became independent from the East Continent Church and officially took office in White Harbor, people's enthusiasm was even higher.

The teachings of the Holy Light teach that indulgence is not allowed, but all-night celebrations are still inevitable.

However, on this lively night, the four girls of noble status and outstanding identity were in no mood to enjoy the food or appreciate the night view. They even ignored the holy white fireworks outside the window. They huddled in the same room and played cards out of boredom.

They do not share the same joys and sorrows as humans; they only feel the noise outside the window.

First there was the Saint's Trial, then the cult riots, and then Roy was bedridden again...

Counting the time, apart from the comfort of that night, they hadn't had a tryst with Roy for almost a whole month.

At this moment, the girls were dressed in thin pajamas, their hair was disheveled, and their expensive dresses and stockings were carelessly thrown everywhere. Even Jon Snow and Charlotte, who always paid attention to their appearance, were completely out of place. Even Nia and Jon Snow, who had encouraged Roy earlier, now looked dejected.

sad.

This is what happens when you get infected with Roy.

If I don’t apply it for one day, I will feel tired. If I don’t apply it for three days, I will feel uncomfortable all over. If I don’t apply it for a whole month, it will be really fatal.

"Damn it, he's obviously my knight, and he didn't even come to see me after his injury healed?!" Charlotte gritted her teeth in anger, her mouth was fierce, but her eyes were red with soreness.

"...Why didn't I get to see you...?"

After only three seconds of being fierce, Charlotte turned into a crying cat head and bit the playing card with resentment, as if it was the shoulder of a scumbag knight.

Nia is in better spirits.

The experienced girl, sitting cross-legged on the bed, managed to maintain a cheerful demeanor by pressing a dessert. "Well, it's been so hard for little Alice to get to where she is today, so let's just bear with it for a bit."

"a little?"

Leaning lazily on the bed, her long, black silk legs casually raised into an alluring arc, Lyanna rolled her eyes: "At that little guy's pace, I don't know how long I'll have to wait."

The girl who was using Xiaobai as a large pillow and looked like an ice sculpture finally opened her eyes and said in a low voice, "We have encouraged Roy and asked him to take the initiative."

Take the initiative...

Once the relationship was confirmed, Roy was not dull at all, and was even quite capable.

But he was too strict with his male ethics when it came to his own maid. He would not take the initiative and even looked guilty when sleeping with her, which made people anxious.

I wonder if that guy can come to his senses sooner.

Looking out the window at the noisy fireworks and the broken moonlight, the four girls sighed at the same time, praying that things would progress quickly between the two men.

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Fireworks exploded one after another, illuminating the night sky and dyeing the originally pale moonlight with colorful colors.

However, the Saint Lady had no intention of appreciating the view outside the window. As soon as she returned to her room, she slumped down on the sofa, her eyes dull, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams. Under her pure white robe, she looked like a shriveled marshmallow.

Seeing the usually capable little maid looking so hopeless at the moment, Roy felt both amused and distressed.

He sat down next to Alice and took the initiative to put his arm around her slender shoulders: "Are you tired?"

"Fortunately."

"Since you are going to be a saint, it is only natural that you should shoulder the corresponding responsibilities."

Alice shook her head slightly, but fell obediently onto Roy's chest, relaxing like a sleepy puppy, lying in his arms and closing her eyes in a daze.

Alice handled the saintly affairs perfectly, whether it was meeting with dignitaries from all sides or leading thousands of believers in prayer, she handled it with ease.

However, it is impossible not to be tired.

Especially today, as the inauguration ceremony was being held, I was busy from morning to night. I even had a quick bite at the evening banquet before I had to deal with the guests who came to congratulate me.

Even Charlotte and Jon Snow, who have been in such occasions since childhood, occasionally show signs of fatigue, so it is understandable that the new little angel is a little overwhelmed.

Trying hard is a good thing, but Alice is just too tense.

After lying down for a while, Alice rubbed her eyes and forced herself to stand up: "I have a meeting with the Blue Moon Chamber of Commerce tomorrow, I need to rest early..."

"No, I asked Lady Theresa to arrange tomorrow's meeting in the afternoon."

Roy pressed her shoulders and gently pushed the little one back: "So it's okay to relax a little tonight."

"so."

Alice's eyes suddenly brightened.

If you are not busy in the morning, there is no need to get up early.

If you don't need to get up early, you don't need to go to bed early.

There's no need to go to bed early, which means most of the night can be wasted...

The surprise came so suddenly that Alice was a little overwhelmed.

She stared blankly at the boy's slightly messy collar and wrinkles on his clothes.

Thinking of how I had personally felt those firm muscles and beautiful skin, I swallowed unconsciously and didn't know where to look.

Really want.

However, if I bring it up on my own initiative, wouldn't it seem indecent and too frivolous?

They didn't have any fun again in the days since then.

The other party did not mention it on his own initiative, so Alice was naturally embarrassed.

But just like a child who becomes addicted to the sweetness after tasting candy and cannot be satisfied by the sweetness of fruit, Alice's thirst is growing day by day.

"I told you it's okay to relax, why are you still so tense?" Roy was a little amused.

"Eh? Huh, sorry!"

"You are considered a noble Saint, so it's okay to be a little willful at a time like this."

"Willful?" Alice was a little confused.

"Well, for example..."

Roy was destined to suggest: "After a tiring day, how do you want your guards to serve you?"

Alice couldn't let go.

Back then, I could fill a whole diary with words about how jealous I was of other girls’ kisses, but I refused to show it.

But that doesn't mean she's okay.

When you have accumulated too much, you need to release it.

Even Nia and Jon Snow complained that he should be more proactive and pamper her more. Roy certainly didn't want to let the little cutie in front of him suffer.

"Then... could you please touch my head?"

"no problem."

Not unexpected answer.

I told you to be a little more willful...

Feeling helpless, Roy lowered the hood of his holy robe as he wished, placed his hand on the saint's head, and stroked back and forth the delicate golden hair.

This was undoubtedly a bit disrespectful to the guards who always had to look down at their opponents.

But we do this kind of work on a regular basis.

Can this alone relieve fatigue?

However, Roy never expected that the effect of this head pat was a little too good.

The Saint Lady's expression relaxed for a moment, and then her whole body softened. Then, she suddenly raised her eyes.

The azure eyes bloom with a brilliance more charming than fireworks, and the sweet breath exhales a fragrance sweeter than candy.

The brief plea revealed the desire that a saint shouldn't have: "I want... more..."

Chapter 166 Give Me All of You

Patting the head, Alice's favorite action.

The cold girl will instantly mellow down with this simple action, becoming sleepy and turning into a warm little animal.

But now, the originally simple action has been given a different meaning.

Just by patting her head, Alice's eyes flickered, her breathing gradually warmed up, and her face flushed with a strange blush, like a puppy wagging its tail for food, so adorable...

It makes people want to bully you again.

"Still want it?"

"What exactly do you mean?"

Under Roy's malicious questioning, Alice avoided his gaze and bit her lip tightly: "That is, it is..."

Roy couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth: "That's it?"

"that is......"

Wanting to continue what she did the night before—is this really something a saint should say?!

Without the excuse of "Angel's Embrace", Roy hadn't taken the initiative to invite her these days. No matter how much Alice desired, the restraint and introversion engraved in her bones made it difficult for her to speak up in person.

In the end, Alice just said pitifully, "Can you please massage my feet?"

"......Row."

This child really can't let go.

Roy sighed inwardly.

Whether it's acting coquettishly or pushing back forcefully, Alice doesn't seem to be able to do either.

Even after that night of pure desire, Alice was still Alice.

However, just like Nia and the others said.

At this time, it is the man who should take the initiative!

Roy half-knelt beside Alice.

As my gaze lowered, a pair of dark brown short boots came into view.

Roy picked up a boot, lifted the hem of his robe slightly, and gently unzipped the shoe.

The snowy and soft white silk feet were freed from the restraints that had wrapped them for a whole day, and bloomed here like pure white flowers.

White robe, white clothes, white boots.

Everything about the saint must be pure and incomparable, and the same goes for the white silk feet that Roy is holding in his hands.

Roy remembered that a long time ago, when Alice was practicing dancing with him, he often gave her massages like this.

But beautiful things are just as beautiful without any extra covering up.

Under the holy robe, there has always been a combination of long and short socks.

Pinch the heel of the socks and gently pull them down along the curve of the arch of the foot. Then continue upwards and pull the socks down along the contour of the legs.

Only then can the white jade-like brilliance truly bloom.