Chapter 1852: Chapter 560 So Daily Life with Tracy Garcia_4
That bit of awkwardness, because she is still a young girl, she is sowhat reserved about the differences between n and won.
But at this mont, in Leonard Churchill’s eyes, she did not see any pleasurable desire.
As the High Priest, she knew very well what this situation was.
“Hmm.”
Actually, Leonard Churchill already understood.
But this mutation would twist his soul, and he wouldn’t reject it internally.
This made Leonard Churchill, if he hadn’t set a plan for himself, have no intention of proactively suppressing the mutation.
Tracy Garcia also knew about the situation of the witch’s mutation.
She instantly reverted to her serious deanor as a professional doctor, walked to Leonard Churchill’s bedside, and said: “Have you noticed, your appearance has already changed.”
As she said that, she took out a mirror, and said familiarly: “Half of you is the original you, and half is the mutated witch.”
Leonard Churchill looked at the slightly refined features in the mirror, and was not surprised, only saying: “I saw my soul’s appearance in the relic space before.”
This situation, at least, several voices in his mind think it doesn’t matter at all.
“…”
Tracy Garcia pursed her lips, without any hesitation, said: “Let help you suppress it.”
Leonard Churchill didn’t say much either, cooperating, taking the dicine when needed, and running Curse Power when needed.
Tracy Garcia was also seriously handling it.
As the High Priest, she inherited many Secret Skills. In the past few days, for Leonard Churchill’s mutation, she had also specifically checked a lot of materials.
Now, she knew that the effect of Pleasurable Dreamscape was already minimal, instead, ntal suppression would squeeze the body into a greater risk of mutation.
To talk about the best effect, it had to be the Charming Demon Secret Technique, a secret skill that cultivates both the soul and the body.
After all, she was a bit thin-skinned… and for unknown reasons, this thod was hard for Bun-Haired Miss to speak out.
She was also uncertain, if Leonard Churchill spoke up, whether she would refuse.
Probably she would agree.
Hmm… It would be better if Sister Camilla was here, maybe we could discuss.
At least like before, have soone to lend a hand.
Tracy Garcia was busy with her hands, her mind also wandering.
….
Bun-Haired Miss seed to have entered the role of a doctor, handling it seriously, with no distractions.
Leonard Churchill’s gaze remained clear.
One, because of the mutation, two, because the relationship between the two was actually closer than pleasurable desire;
Trust, tacit understanding, shared hardships, entrusting life and death, soul resonance… In their Demigod Realm, these were far more important than physical pleasure.
In Leonard Churchill’s eyes, Tracy Garcia seed like porcelain held carefully in hand, not wanting her to get bumped or scratched.
Looking at the serious yet cute delicate face in front of him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Eyelashes curved, nose slightly upturned.
Her skin was very white, from this distance one could clearly see the blue blood vessels beneath the skin.
It seed that in his impression, her face always radiated an indescribable sweetness.
When she smiled, the corners of her eyes would gently lift, curved like crescent moons, adding a touch of lively cuteness to her entire face.
Tracy Garcia, watching Leonard Churchill staring at her, without any complex thoughts, while busy using the Secret Skill, asked: “Why do you keep staring at ?”
Leonard Churchill only then realized he was observing Tracy Garcia so closely for the first ti, and praised: “Because you look good.”
Tracy Garcia pursed her lips and smiled.
But thinking about Leonard Churchill’s physical condition, she got serious again.
Actually, no matter what thod, the essence of suppressing the witch’s mutation was to stimulate the desire of the soul and body for pleasure.
Now, having tried many thods, the effect was not good. Tracy Garcia knew, not only ntally, but Leonard Churchill’s body had already begun to mutate.
That mutation would stimulate the massive secretion of female hormones, causing so organs to degenerate, and gradually turn into a witch.
Thinking of this, Tracy Garcia no longer hesitated, directly using the Charming Demon Secret Technique.
She helped Leonard Churchill run the Curse Power inside his body, gradually getting a reaction.
Tracy Garcia was a very professional doctor, and she was familiar with Leonard Churchill, having witnessed this scene more than once.
But for so reason, as she watched, a blush suddenly stained her delicate face.
Before, when he was asleep, she didn’t feel much. Now, with him awake and watching her, the young girl inevitably felt so embarrassnt.
She sensed Leonard Churchill’s gaze on her, but did not reject it in her heart.
Seeing the Charming Demon Secret Technique working well, she felt quite good, occasionally not avoiding it, her slender hand would help support it.
Tracy Garcia only felt sothing was missing, thought for a while, and murmured to herself: “Ah… If Sister Camilla were here, it would be better.”
Leonard Churchill listened, though there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, he dared not speak.
He knew Bun-Haired Miss had mustered great courage to do this.
He just watched silently.
In the state of the Charming Demon Secret Technique, the spirit was uplifted, and couldn’t be hidden, he didn’t hide his pleasurable thoughts either.
Tracy Garcia, slightly blushing, buried her head, and continued to help suppress the mutation.
Neither of them spoke.
Silence seed to alleviate the awkwardness.
….
“Alright.”
After more than half an hour, Tracy Garcia exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Her chest rose and fell noticeably, uncertain if it was due to nervousness or excessive consumption of Curse Power.
Just like when Madam Mister taught Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones the Charming Demon Secret Technique back then, although there was so physical contact, it stopped at that point.
There was so effect, but not perfect.
Bun-Haired Miss had done to this extent, and Leonard Churchill was already very satisfied, “Thank you.”
Having been stared at for the whole night, Tracy Garcia was calm in her heart, and happily accepted: “Hmm, whenever you need, I will help you.”
Speaking, without waiting for Leonard Churchill to say anything, she turned off the Magic Lamp to the side: “Rest well.”
The tent fell into darkness, but Leonard Churchill could clearly see that cute blushing face, “Alright.”
Lying in bed, he closed his eyes.
Feeling refreshed.
Tracy Garcia’s bed was right beside, the rustling sounds like changing into sleepwear, then no more movent.
The tent was very quiet, only the sound of even breathing.
Leonard Churchill, having gone to the relic space, had consud much ntal Power, and was about to fall asleep drowsily.
But suddenly, it seed soone slipped into his blanket, burrowing into his embrace.
Holding the warm skin, Leonard Churchill instantly realized it was Tracy Garcia.
Before he could speak, the girl in his embrace, already blushing, whispered in a voice seemingly only she could hear, hiding under the blanket: “Don’t speak.”
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