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She seemed to think that her actions were not very obvious - but in fact, Ian saw it 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 I told you that if you want to become a real magician, you still have a lot to do?"

"Of course." Ian smiled slightly, "So I'm always working hard now."

Ophelia knew he was not lying.

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

"Ian, if that's the case."

Ophelia looked at him.

"When there is a chance, come back to the Clock Tower with me."

"Clock Tower?"

Ian pondered the name for a moment.

"I remember that was where you studied. Going there was to..."

"Are you asking this even though you already know the answer?"

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, Ophelia."

"You agreed to this kind of thing pretty quickly!"

"..."

"..."

"So anything else?"

"you……"

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

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

As soon as Ophelia finished her words, she was pushed onto the bed by Ian.

The whole process was smooth and there was no delay at all.

It looked like he had expected her to say something like this.

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

On top of this treasure, there is a piece of black fabric used to cover it, as if to prevent it from falling out.

Ophelia is below;

Ian on top.

The two people looked at each other, but their thoughts were completely out of sync.

rub;

pull;

The variability of the sphere was demonstrated by Ian.

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

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

because--

She finally got him down for once.

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

This guy would never have dreamed that he would fall into such a trap.

In this way, I can get hold of something against him.

This is a complete victory.

however--

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

“Is this length of time enough?”

"..."

"How long? How long?" Ophelia answered guiltily.

"Don't play dumb with me."

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

"Over there, there's a machine you installed filming us, right?"

"Eh?!"

Ophelia never expected Ian to say such a thing.

"Where, where is that?!"

"Why would I set up something like that?"

"Because you want to catch me."

"..."

He even stated the reason exactly.

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

But she didn't want to give up.

Ian was not in a hurry when he saw Ophelia like this - he had a way to cure her.

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

"I'll give you three seconds."

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

"three."

"two."

"one."

"I admit it!" cried Ophelia. "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 good." Ian was satisfied.

The plan was completely exposed.

Ophelia showed an extremely unconvinced expression.

"When did you find out?"

"…Maybe when I first came in?"

Ian fixed Ophelia's hair which had become a little messy because of what happened just now.

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

"..."

Ophelia looked puzzled.

"Am I that obvious?"

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

"..."

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

"Since you already know everything, why are you still..."

“Because it feels good to the touch.”

Ian stood up.

"It's small and very cute."

"you!"

Ophelia blushed.

But the moment her eyes met his again, she immediately realized that he was joking on purpose.

"You are such an annoying person!"

Ophelia picked up the pillow and threw it at Ian.

After the latter caught it steadily, he answered:

"Yeah, I know I'm annoying."

Ian put the pillow in his hand aside and walked to the place where Ophelia had been paying attention.

as predicted.

There were hidden things she had set up in advance.

Ian took it off and placed it in front of Ophelia.

"Give."

"you?"

Ophelia looked at the memory card placed in front of her, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"what do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Ian shrugged. "Since you want to get something on me so badly, isn't this the perfect time to satisfy your wish?"

"Are you giving me charity?"

"No, I just want to make you feel at ease."

"..."

Looking at the memory card in her hand, Ophelia hesitated for a moment, and finally put it back into Ian's hand.

"I do not want it."

"Since it has been discovered, you should take it away, so as not to appear as if I enjoy taking pictures of this kind of thing."

Ophelia looked away.

"Next time I will find a way to make it invisible to you."

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"What's that look in your eyes?"

"Nothing." Ian sighed, "I was just wondering if I had communicated with you seriously at the beginning, would I have gotten the same result."

"Maybe... we can still be friends?"