Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

"Forehead"

The two figures overlapped and fell to the cold ground at the same time.

Lord is below and Celie is above.

The expected pain did not come, and Celie only felt that she was caught by a strong but soft cushion.

But what is clearer than the cushion is the soft touch on the lips.

Lord was lying on the ground, with Celia on his chest, both of them completely frozen.

Their lips...pressed together tightly.

Celia's long golden hair fell down like a golden curtain, enveloping the two of them in a small space filled with each other's breath and rapid heartbeats.

Accident?

Lord's mind went blank for a rare moment, and the scent of Celie and the slightly sweet smell of alcohol from her lips lingered at the tip of his nose.

Celie was completely stunned, her eyes wide open, and all her drunkenness disappeared instantly due to this sudden kiss.

She could clearly feel the warmth from Lord's chest beneath her, and the heart-pounding touch of his lips. A complex and chaotic emotion instantly filled her body, making her stiff and even forgetting to breathe.

One second…

Two seconds…

It seemed like a century had passed.

"Well…!"

Celie finally came to her senses, and hurriedly stood up from Lord, sitting on the ground and staggering back two steps.

Her cheeks quickly turned abnormally red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly spread to her ears and neck.

"You!" She pointed at Lord and wanted to say something, but her words were incoherent because of the complicated thoughts in her mind, and her eyes were full of helplessness.

Lord also sat up and touched his lips. The soft touch seemed to still remain there. He licked them and there seemed to be a faint smell of alcohol.

Seeing that Lord actually licked it, Celie was angry and annoyed.

He grabbed a bottle of wine nearby and threw it directly at Lord, but the force was not strong enough and it hit Lord's thigh.

He coughed lightly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Ahem, it was a complete accident. You didn't stand firmly, I wanted to pick you up..."

Although for some reason he was a little late in the end, he didn't say this out loud.

"Is that how you answer? And do you think I believe it?!"

Celie obviously didn't accept this explanation. With this man's physical ability, catching her should have been a piece of cake. How could he allow her to throw him to the ground, and stay so close to him?

She felt her heart beating so fast that it almost burst out of her chest.

This feeling is so strange! So weird!

"Okay, okay, my bad."

Lord couldn't help but smile.

Unexpectedly, his first kiss with Celia happened by accident.

But this kind of Celia is quite fresh.

He wanted to watch it a few more times.

Celie glared at him fiercely, but that look was harmless because of the complicated thoughts in her mind.

She turned around, facing away from Lord, and tried to calm her disordered breathing. She pretended to be calm and said, "You...what's the first step in setting up that magic association you just mentioned?"

She abruptly changed the subject, trying to drive the thoughts that had arisen from the previous accident out of her mind.

However, where Lord couldn't see, she subconsciously licked her lips, as if she was savoring something.

Lord looked at her red ears and stopped talking about what happened just now. He continued, "First, we need to formulate a strict set of grade assessment standards. The grades can be ranked from level three, level two, and level one, with level one being the highest.

The assessment location can be set up in major cities, and the final assessment for first-level magicians..."

He looked at Celie's back and said, "How about setting it up in the capital of Aiur? Given their historical status, it should be convincing enough."

Although Celie didn't turn around, she pondered for a moment and nodded. "Yes, but the standards must be set high enough. Not just any scumbag can become a magician."

"Of course." Lord said with a smile, "When the time comes, all the magicians on the continent will come to evaluate their magic levels, with the ultimate goal of gaining your approval and becoming a first-level magician.

Just think about it, how many interesting people will study magic desperately for this goal, and how many new ideas will they come up with?"

As Celie imagined that scene, the light in her eyes grew brighter.

Indeed, this is much more interesting than staying in the forest!

She even began to subconsciously think about what kind of perversions to set up. Uh, a strict assessment method.

The panic caused by this unexpected kiss seemed to be temporarily diluted by the expectation for the future.

But the accelerating emotion could no longer be contained.

All of this was seen by a figure in the corner.

Chapter 233: Volame’s chest hurts

Xinyue City, in the guest room of the City Lord's Mansion.

Volame struggled to wake up from a nightmare.

Dreams are a continuation of reality, and her dream was exactly what happened during the day, except that Lord and others were missing, and there were more lights of broken barriers and distorted images of monsters attacking the city.

This was also what she feared the most, but fortunately, Teacher Lord was there.

Her throat was dry and sore, so she got up on tiptoe, glanced at Fulilian who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the bed next to her, gently opened the door, and wanted to go downstairs to get some water to drink.

The lights in the corridor were off, but fortunately the moon was bright tonight, illuminating the corridor.

Rubbing my aching head, I was about to walk towards the stairs when I vaguely heard the sound of conversation coming from the distant terrace.

One of the voices was cold, yet soft and tender. Was it Teacher Celia? The other one must be Teacher Lord.

It’s so late, what are the two teachers still doing on the terrace?

An inexplicable curiosity seized her.

Volame subconsciously slowed down his steps, slowly approached, hid himself in the shadow cast by the columns, and watched with bated breath.

The moonlight clearly illuminated the scene on the terrace.

Teacher Celiai was wearing a simple white robe. Her posture was not as straight as usual, but rather a little lazy. There were several wine bottles lying around her feet.

Teacher Lord was standing next to her, very close, and was saying something with his head down.

The atmosphere between the two was the same as in the cabin in the woods.

There was an indescribable closeness and tacit understanding, which Volame had seen many times before.

But if it were just that, she wouldn't think it was a big deal. But for some reason, her heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable premonition made her feel uneasy.

Then she saw Teacher Celia suddenly stand up, and then an accident happened.

The drunkenness made the elf lady lose her balance and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.

Lord immediately reached out his hand.

Teacher Lord should be able to catch it, right?

Volame thought to himself.

With Mr. Lord's ability, catching Mr. Celia should be an easy task.

However, the next scene was not what she had expected.

For some reason, Mr. Lord's movements seemed to be a moment slower, which shouldn't have happened, but it was this moment of slowness that led to a different ending.

The two figures overlapped and fell to the ground at the same time.

What made Volame's pupils shrink even more was that their lips were actually pressed tightly together!

The moonlight mercilessly magnified every detail, and Volame saw it very clearly.

boom--!

She felt her mind go blank, and then a bone-chilling chill appeared out of nowhere and spread throughout her body.

She covered her mouth tightly to prevent the scream from escaping.

His body fell backward uncontrollably, then hit the wall heavily, and he slowly slid down, completely shrinking himself into the shadows.

Why...does my chest hurt so much?

The pain was so severe that I felt like I couldn't breathe.

She opened her mouth and gasped for breath like a fish out of water, but she couldn't feel a breath of air, only the severe pain that almost tore her apart.

She originally thought that she had a chance.

Yes, she had already seen clearly into her own heart.

She likes Lorde.

His wisdom, his strength, her occasional teasing, and her tenderness towards herself... were all like the sweetest poison, causing her to sink hopelessly.

She worked so hard to become stronger, not only to live up to expectations, but the deeper reason was that she longed to one day truly stand shoulder to shoulder with him, to become an indispensable part of his life like Teacher Celia, or even more.

She even harbored a glimmer of hope: since elves have extremely long lives and therefore weak emotions, could her human emotions...

But the scene before her under the moonlight shattered all her hopes.

Millennia.

There is a thousand years of time between them.

Those were long years that she could never reach in her entire life.

Compared to this thousand-year bond, the few short years of companionship I have had seem as insignificant as a speck of dust and as ridiculous as a dream that overestimates one's own capabilities.

It turns out that her position was already determined from the very beginning.

Just a student.

Never, never, never could she truly reach the being she longed for.