The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

Ophelia frowned slightly.

"How do you know what I'm going to say?"

"Because I have also thought about this problem." Ian did not hide the reason.

"Ophelia, are you worried about me?"

"Who is worried about you?" Ophelia closed the book and glared at Ian.

"Stop being presumptuous."

"I'm just afraid that this unknown magic will bring about any unpredictable changes."

"Then you can rest assured."

Ian answered without hesitation.

"I promise, there's nothing dangerous about the magic on this sword."

"Are you serious?"

Ophelia looked at him with some suspicion.

"Seriously, of course."

Ian did not avoid the other party's gaze.

"Did I ever joke with you?"

Ophelia sneered.

"Yes, you are so utilitarian."

"This kind of boring thing really doesn't seem like what you would do."

Having said this, the top student magician took another look at the place he had peeked at earlier.

She seemed to think that her actions were not very obvious - but in fact, Ian saw them all.

But he still didn't want to say anything more.

Because that doesn't make sense.

"Is there anything else?" Ian asked, "If not, I'll go back first."

"and many more."

Ophelia held out her hand to stop Ian.

"Ian, do you remember that I told you that if you want to become a real magician, you still have a lot of things to do?"

"Of course." Ian smiled slightly, "So I have been working hard now."

Ophelia knew he wasn't lying.

When this guy gets reckless, he is more ruthless than anyone else.

"Ian, in that case."

Ophelia looked at him in front of her.

"Whenever you have the chance, come back to the clock tower with me."

"The clock tower?"

Ian thought about the name for a moment.

"I remember that was the place where you studied. You went there to..."

"Are you asking knowingly?"

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her speechlessly.

"Of course it's to test whether you are qualified to join the Clock Tower - but you have to be free."

"really."

Ian nodded.

"Thank you then, Ophelia."

"It's quite quick for you to agree to this kind of thing!"

"..."

"..."

"So is there anything else?"

"you……"

Ophelia looked at a corner of the room again, and then seemed to make up her mind.

"Don't you want to do something else with me?"

As soon as Ophelia finished speaking, she was pushed down on the bed by Ian.

The whole process went smoothly without any delay.

It looked like he had expected that she would say such a thing.

The butterfly-like laces were untied by skillful hands, and the magician revealed the pair of precious treasures.

On top of this treasure, there is black fabric used to cover it, for fear that it will fall out.

Ophelia is below;

Ian's up.

The two people looked at each other, but their inner thoughts were not on the same channel at all.

rub; rub

pull; pull

The varied origins of the sphere are demonstrated by Ian.

This should have been a fully humiliating scene, but at this moment, the corners of Ophelia's mouth raised slightly.

The more wanton the man's hands were, the more victorious she felt in her heart.

because--

She finally figured him out once.

In this small room, there is a machine that is recording all this.

This guy would never have dreamed of falling into such a trap.

In this case, it's time to take advantage of him.

This is a complete victory.

however--

Ian's next words directly shattered Ophelia's thoughts.

"Is this time enough?"

"..."

"How long? How long?" Ophelia replied with some guilt.

"Don't pretend to be confused with me."

Ian looked at her in front of him and replied expressionlessly.

"Over there, there is a machine you installed that is filming us, right?"

"Eh?!"

Ophelia didn't expect Ian to say such a thing at all.

"Where is there?!"

"Why would I set something up like that?"

"Because you want to catch me."

"..."

Even the reasons were stated exactly.

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her as if he was the one with future vision.

But she didn't want to give up.

When Ian looked at Ophelia like this, he was not in a hurry - he had a way to cure her.

His fingers slid through the magician's twin treasures until they rested on the left and right connections of the black silk fabric.

"I'll give you three seconds."

"If you don't admit it, I don't know what will happen next."

"three."

"two."

"one."

"I admit it!" Ophelia shouted, "I did it."

Only then did Ian stop.

He gently pulled the fabric that was about to be torn off back to its original position, and tied the bow for Ophelia.

"Well, that's great." Ian was very satisfied.

The plan was completely exposed.

Ophelia showed an extremely unconvinced expression.

"When did you find out?"

"...Probably when you first came in?"

Ian straightened Ophelia's hair, which had become a little messy just now.

"Miss Ophelia, are you aware that you have been looking in the same direction?"

"..."

Ophelia looked puzzled.

"Am I that obvious?"

"Of course, if it wasn't like this, how could I have discovered it in the first place?"

"..."

Hearing this, Ophelia hesitated for a long time, and finally said:

"Then since you know everything, why..."

“Because it feels good to the touch.”

Ian stood up.

"Small and cute."

"you!"

Ophelia blushed.

But the moment her eyes met his again, she immediately realized that the other person was deliberately making this kind of joke.

"You are really annoying!"

Ophelia picked up the pillow and threw it on Ian.

After catching it steadily, the latter answered:

"Yes, I also know that I am quite annoying."

Ian put the pillow in his hand aside, and then walked to the place Ophelia had been paying attention to just now.