In Alan's bedroom.

Candlelight flickers.

Licking his face.

Alan rested his chin on his hand, staring at the table.

The paper on the table, responding to Hilda's expectations, was still blank.

He narrowed his eyes, picked up a pen and wrote three words behind it.

Sylphy.

But he was silent.

In order to respond to Sylphy's expectations, it is with the help of Roxy's "promise".

So far, it has been Sylphy's efforts to meet Hilda's expectations.

Even today, when he was returning to the classroom and dormitory, he felt his heart ached when he saw Sylphy's pale face.

I had planned to comfort her after washing up, but Sylphy didn't even say see you tomorrow, and she just ran away into her bedroom.

Eh.

Alan pulled his hair and sighed.

I have mixed feelings inside.

These behaviors are very consistent with Sylphy.

But it did make Allen feel distressed.

After all, Sylphy's current actions are all for herself.

I don't know how many lifetimes of blessings I have accumulated to be able to travel to the world of No Job and meet Sylphy.

He covered his face with his hands and looked at the paper on the table through his fingers.

The current situation is also obvious and can be easily deduced.

Hilda must have known that he was her child, but why did she deliberately suppress this feeling?

It should be the same as Sauros and Philip. Due to the family's hostage tradition, they are unable to reveal their identities and express them.

If the other party recognizes you, everything will be laid bare.

Then she would also be packed up and sent back to the capital by Sauros, and Hilda would definitely not be able to accept this result.

And with a high probability, judging from Hilda's current performance.

She didn't even know the fact that 'Alan knew his identity'.

It seems that Philip did not reveal more information to her, and the reason behind this is also very simple.

Because Philip knew very clearly that he hated Boreas. In his eyes, Allen did not lack recognition of Boreas because of his identity as a time traveler. Instead, he was obsessed with the fact that he was a proton and was assassinated by his biological father James, who raised him since childhood. Therefore, he hated the entire Boreas family equally.

He was worried that Hilda would be even more upset if she knew more information, so he lied to her out of kindness.

A son who is in front of me but does not know his own identity.

And a son who is in front of him, who hates him and doesn't want to recognize him.

Which one was hit harder?

it goes without saying.

Although Philip is an indifferent politician, judging from his behavior after Hilda's recent illness, his sincere feelings for Hilda are indeed beyond doubt.

People are complicated

It cannot be simply characterized by labels.

After a moment of silence.

Alan rubbed his face vigorously and looked at the table again.

Pick up the pen.

Cross out the three words "Sylphy" that you just wrote.

The rustling sound of brushstrokes could be heard.

The handwriting jumps off the paper.

Still three words.

Responding to Hilda's expectations——Sauros.

He squinted at Sauros' name.

This is the root of the inability to recognize

at this time.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on Alan's door.

(End of this chapter)

189. Chapter 186: Beautiful pleading, warm comfort

189.

Alan turned and looked towards the door.

At this point in time?

Who?

When the thought of who came to mind, a figure popped into my mind.

A girl with white hair and reddish-brown eyes.

He blinked, stood up quickly, and walked to the door.

Hold the door handle and pause.

Then, he opened the door.

What comes into view is

A white dress.

The skirt was extremely bold, sleeveless and somewhat loose, with an extremely low neckline that stretched all the way down to the ravine below her chest, revealing her fair skin.

The hollowed-out abdomen design allows the soft abdominal skin to be directly exposed to the air.

The hem is even bolder, almost reaching the thigh root, and it feels like you can see it if you move.

The rabbit's tail below it.

Alan raised his eyebrows, very surprised.

Look at the face of the person who comes.

Alifa's face was flushed, his two rabbit ears hung on both sides of his cheeks, his hands were behind his back, and he was lowering his head.

The red eyeballs looked up at Alan.

".Mr. Allen's dress looks very attractive today. Mr. Allen likes long ears. I think I can do it."

"You can't.", Light refused.

When Alifa heard what Alan said, he couldn't hold back his harelip.

A 90° maid's bow.

"This is what Li'er taught me! It's not my idea!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out a black dress from behind and thrust it in front of Alan's face!

"Please wear this tonight. I really admire the way Mr. Allen looks in a suit! It's hard to take your eyes off him!"

In her hand was not the double-breasted dress made of exquisite material that had been in Hilda's hand that night.

It was an ordinary evening dress. Just by looking at the style, Alan could tell it was from Alphonse.

He looked blankly from the dress to Arifah's face.

"Did Li'er teach you this, too?"

Arifa looked up at Alan and blinked.

“This is my own idea.”

Allen stared at Arifah expressionlessly.

The latter uttered twice.

"Ah, ah. Okay, fine, you don't want to wear it? That's fine. But can you use this dress as a whip to whip me? Then can I kneel on the floor?"

Alan was stunned.

She stared blankly at the dress that Alifa was holding to her chest.

No, aren’t dresses meant to be worn?

Ah? ? ?

Arifa blinked, and seeing that Alan looked away, she followed Alan's gaze to her chest, which was only wearing a pair of 'combat pajamas'.

The ears almost hang down to the cheeks.

Very shy.

Very shy.

He spoke.

".I will take it off, but can Mr. Allen help me? I can kneel on the floor."

“The floor was cold.”

"There are a lot of buttons on the dress, and it hurts to hit someone."

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