Wonderful Trip To Another World

On the lawn.

Belen was lying on the lawn at this time, his eyes were thinking, reminiscing about the things he heard Al said at the time.

I couldn't help feeling a little strange in my heart, why are those witches lingering in this city?

Belem guessed a lot of possibilities in his mind, thinking about it... it's not impossible.

However, this kind of thing Al should be able to solve alone.

"Mr. Belen?"

After Lya used magic to dry her hair, she was about to find a comb to comb her hair when she saw Belen lying on the lawn.

"Huh? Laya, what's the matter?"

Belen also noticed Laya who looked at him curiously.

"I just dried my hair and wanted to find a comb, and then I saw Mr. Belém here. Mr. Belén really likes to lie here and blow my hair."

Laya ran over with a smile, and Belen envied her every day's energetic appearance, but he wanted to rest all the time.

"Comb? I'm looking for it."

Belen looked for the magic device in the storage, then took out a wooden comb and handed it to Laya.

"Besides me, there should be another one in Lattesna."

"Ok!"

Laya blinked her beautiful big eyes, and when she was thinking about getting a comb, her eyes suddenly rolled.

"Mr. Belen, can you comb your hair?"

"Eh?"

Hearing Leya's words, Belen couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then he recovered.

"Yes, I even combed Lattes before. I still have some ideas about combing hair."

It’s not just Lattes, he once combed another girl’s hair...

"Then, can you help me comb my hair?"

Laya smiled and bent down, and her beautiful face drew close to Belém.

"sure."

Belen nodded, although he didn't understand why Laiya wanted him to comb her hair.

So, Laya immediately came to Belem and sat down, smiling with her face sideways.

"Comb it!"

Belen nodded, took the comb in his hand, and smoothed Laiya's tangled hair with the fingers of his left hand, and then began to comb with the comb.

Blond hair, smooth and straight, and soft to the touch, this is undoubtedly very enviable.

Leia sat in front of Belem, feeling the sensation of fingers and comb passing through her hair, and her whole body became a little unnatural.

This was the first time she was combed by a man, and even her father had never done so, and she only told Belen to help her comb her hair out of fun.

Too...too sensitive, this feeling.

Laya's body was stiff, and she trembles slightly from time to time. She pursed her lips and bent her body slightly, enduring the inexplicable feeling.

"That...Is it because I didn't comb it well? Don't be patient."

As if aware of Laya's strangeness, Belen also thought of the reason for himself, after all, he was combing his hair.

"A bit...a bit, a bit itchy."

Laya turned her face and said with a reluctant smile.

"itch?"

Belen was startled when he heard the words. He seemed to have thought of something. It was not the first time in his memory. He thought about it, and then showed an expression of understanding.

As a result, Belem's fingers used a little bit of force, probably because the touch was too soft, which made Liya feel itchy.

"Well..."

Laiya made a strange sound, she blinked her eyes, a little puzzled, how could she feel more itchy.

"Belen, what are you doing?"

An icy voice came from his ears, Belen was stunned, and then turned his head, only to see a girl in a purple shirt walking slowly.

The girl is Al. Because the priest's uniform is damaged, she temporarily wears the clothes Belen bought for her that day, and she still feels fit.

"I'm combing Laya's hair."

"I also want."

"what?"

Hearing Al's words, Belen blinked his eyes. He stared at the purple-clothed girl in a daze. After a while, he recovered and looked at the latter strangely.

"Do you want me to help comb your hair?"

"is it not OK?"

Al looked at Belen coldly, but vaguely, the eyes that had been icy cold seemed to be a little warmer at the moment, and I don't know why.

"Yes, yes, but, don't you want me to treat you as a child?"

Belen had long understood Al’s thoughts, and he also respected Al’s thoughts, after all, Al had grown to a point now.

"It's just combing your hair, it's no big deal."

After hearing Belen's words, Al looked a little dodge, but then returned to normal, staring directly at the former's eyes.

"Oh well."

After a while, Laya finally got rid of the feeling, the comfortable but unbearable feeling was too torturous.

Laiya stood up, she came to Al's side, and then showed a reluctant smile.

"Mr. Belén, it's really amazing."

Hearing Laiya's words, Al gave her a puzzled look, but felt a little inexplicable. She walked up to Belem and sat down.

"Don't you wash your hair first?"

"Who said you can only comb your hair after washing it."

Al looked sideways at Belen coldly.

"Ok..."

Seeing Al's appearance, Belen also felt very helpless, no matter how he felt that Al hadn't given him a good face lately.

When Belen’s fingers touched Al’s black hair, Al’s eyes were slightly rounded, her mouth opened slightly, and it seemed that there was a voice stuck in her throat, and she gritted her teeth to endure it.

That numb feeling came from nowhere, and his whole body became numb, and his delicate body trembled slightly, then turned his face, a blue-purple eye pupil looked at Belen viciously.

"You did it on purpose!"

"What... deliberately?"

Belen was also stunned~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He looked at Al in confusion, what happened to this kid?

Seeing Belen completely unaware, Al snorted and turned his head back. It seemed that Belen was unconscious.

Why does it feel like this just by combing your hair? Obviously they didn't exist when they were young. Is it because they grew up, or because of other things?

At this moment, Al suddenly remembered the words Laya said when she left. Indeed, with such a special ability to comb her hair, Belen is indeed very powerful!

This feeling...

It's more uncomfortable than being blown up by that blasting magic circle! But at the same time, the hair feels very comfortable and the movements are very gentle, but what is the feeling of torture? !

How can you escape at this time? !

Al was certain in his heart, then pursed his lips, put his hands on his thighs, as if he was enduring something, this was just combing his hair!

After a while, combing my hair finally ended. This kind of "unbelievable torture" is really amazing.

Al's body seemed to be a little soft, so she couldn't get enough strength. She stood up slowly after resting for a while, glanced at Belen with a cold gaze, and left with a cold snort.

However, Belen didn't know what was going on. He scratched his cheek with some doubts. Perhaps, he was not suitable for combing his hair?

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