Her fair, tender feet were finally completely freed from their restraints at this moment. A faint layer of pink was painted on her toes, with a texture that looked almost like jelly.
To be honest, a girl like Gray usually looked plain and unremarkable, even her clothing and style were extremely low-key. But girls like that often only needed a little bit of dressing up to become absolutely stunning.
Her cool and delicate face, combined with Morgan's naturally enchanting and seductive aura, along with the shy expression she had right now, blended into a unique charm that no other woman in this world could surpass.
Alvin raised his head and looked at the beautiful face of the silver-haired girl.
A moist, shy gleam rippled in her beautiful eyes. But because of the angle, Morgan was looking down at Alvin from above. For some reason, aside from her fluster, there seemed to be an indescribable excitement and pleasure hidden deep in her gaze.
Their eyes met for a moment. Morgan finally snapped out of it as if waking from a dream, pulled her leg back, and shot him a disdainful glare, "Are you really looking to die? Don't forget what you did during the Holy Grail War… don't think this is just going to be let off."
'I thought she already forgot, but even now she's still holding a grudge,' Alvin said helplessly, "Big Sis, I already said it earlier. If my Master had been you, I would've chosen you just as firmly without hesitation."
A shimmer of moisture flickered in Morgan's eyes, and a strange flush quickly appeared on her pale, noble face, "Choose me without hesitation?"
Before Alvin could react, he saw Morgan extend one foot in front of him, her voice soft, "Then prove it to me."
'Prove it?'
'What do you want me to use to prove it? Type with both hands to show my innocence?'
Alvin couldn't help complaining inwardly.
But under the woman's teasing gaze, he finally let out a quiet sigh.
Then, under Morgan's slightly excited eyes, he reached out and gently held one of her small, exquisite jade-like feet.
"How do you want me to prove it?", Alvin asked.
"What do you think?", Morgan shot back.
At this moment, Morgan seemed like her true self, high and mighty, like a queen commanding her subject to swear loyalty.
Under Morgan's expectant gaze, Alvin slowly leaned his face closer to her soft, fair foot.
But just as he was about to touch it completely, his body suddenly stopped. Then he quickly leaned forward and kissed the woman's lips instead.
In truth, Alvin's preferences were completely normal. He wasn't a foot fetishist… but he didn't mind fulfilling Morgan's request.
However, that would be under normal circumstances. Right now, Morgan asking him to do this was less about making him prove anything and more about teasing him for fun.
If he actually went through with it, this scheming woman would probably use it as leverage to threaten him for the rest of his life.
Morgan's pupils suddenly widened as she stared at Alvin in shock. Her hands instinctively pressed against the boy's shoulders, trying to push him away. But as time passed, her stiff body gradually softened, and the strength in her hands seemed to drain away bit by bit.
After an unknown amount of time, Alvin finally released her lips. Under Morgan's displeased gaze, he smiled gently, "Big Sis is really nice…"
Morgan rolled her eyes at him, her expression full of charm, "Someone like you… letting you clean my toes would already be a reward."
As she spoke, she said calmly, "Let go of me. I'm going back."
Alvin chuckled inwardly. Normally he would've let it go, but at a time like this, whether she could leave or not wasn't up to her.
On the surface, he remained composed. One hand wrapped around her slender, soft waist and slowly moved downward along her body.
Morgan seemed to have guessed what the boy was thinking, but she only sneered inwardly and quietly closed her eyes.
The consciousness attached to Gray's body began to rapidly dissipate. Immediately after, another consciousness that had been sleeping within the body quietly awakened.
"Eh?"
Almost at the same time, a flustered and confused voice suddenly sounded in the room. The girl clearly had no idea what had just happened, staring blankly at Alvin.
The moment he heard that voice, Alvin froze, staring at the girl in shock.
As their eyes met, Alvin's mind seemed to explode into chaos, thoughts racing at high speed, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
And in the next moment, when the silver-haired girl raised her head again, those clear, deer-like eyes were filled with all kinds of emotions.
In the end, those emotions turned into a single sentence.
"Alvin… what are you doing?"
The girl's soft, pleasant voice left Alvin stunned for a moment.
Boom!
It felt like a thunderclap went off in his mind, and his expression slowly stiffened.
'Gray?'
Alvin was completely dumbfounded.
Just a moment ago it had clearly been Morgan, but in the next second… this girl had turned back into Gray?
After a brief moment of shock, he quickly came back to his senses and instinctively let go of the hand holding Gray.
"Why am I here?"
A pair of intoxicating blushes quickly spread across Gray's face. She first stole a glance at Alvin, then lowered her voice and spoke softly.
'It seemed she doesn't have any memory of the time when Big Sis was attached to her body,' Alvin forced himself to stay calm and said, "It's a long story."
He roughly explained what had happened earlier. When she heard the end, a look of disbelief quickly appeared on the silver-haired girl's face.
Then she cast him a faint glance and said softly, "So that means… you really are involved with Princess Morgan."
Back at the Tower of Radiance, Gray had already basically confirmed Alvin's true identity.
After all, if a transmigrator from the modern world could appear in ancient Britain, then it wasn't impossible for people from ancient Britain to come to the modern world either, right?
Precisely because she herself was also a transmigrator, she was able to quickly accept that Alvin was the White Dragon of Britain.
And she had already heard about some of the things that happened when the White Dragon was in ancient Britain.
'The husband of King Arthur… and at the same time, someone extremely close to Morgan.'
Thinking of this, Gray gradually calmed down.
If it were an ordinary girl, waking up to find herself on a man's bed would probably lead to crying, making a scene, or even slapping him.
But Gray clearly wasn't ordinary. After sorting out what had just happened, although she felt dissatisfied and embarrassed, there was also a strange sense of loss.
She didn't know where that feeling came from, but in any case, she just couldn't feel happy right now.
The girl quickly hid that disappointment, raised her head, and looked at Alvin, "I've been wanting to ask you this, so you really are that demonic dragon of Britain, right?"
Alvin nodded silently.
But soon he added, "I am the White Dragon of Britain… but I'm also your friend at the Clock Tower. I won't lie to you about that."
The silver-haired girl quietly stared at him. After a moment, she lowered her gaze slightly and said softly, "I know."
If Alvin hadn't treated her as a friend, he wouldn't have helped her before, and the Holy Spear wouldn't have ended up in her hands.
'It's just…', even though she knew his sincerity, for some reason, hearing him say the word "friend" still left her with a lingering heaviness in her heart.
"I can't stay in your dorm too long. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."
With that, Gray got out of bed, quietly put on her shoes and socks, and prepared to leave.
"Wait a moment!"
Alvin suddenly called out to her.
The silver-haired girl stopped, but didn't turn around.
Alvin reached out and grabbed one of her soft, slender hands, holding on tightly no matter how much she tried to pull away.
"I-is there something else?", Gray asked instinctively.
Alvin didn't answer. He just looked gently into her eyes and said softly, "Nothing else. I just want to spend a little time alone with you, can't I?"
"When Morgan first came to see me, I was actually really happy. But at that time, I didn't know it was her, because she came to see me using your identity."
Alvin's gaze was incredibly sincere. In truth, he really hadn't connected Gray and Morgan at first, so this wasn't exactly a lie.
Gray's eyes flickered slightly, and she instinctively looked up at the boy in front of her.
Soon, she lowered her head again, pressing her lips together. Although her expression remained calm, a hint of fluster flashed in her eyes.
When she first woke up and saw Alvin holding her, the first emotion she felt wasn't anger, but confusion.
And after learning that he had mistaken her for "Morgan," that feeling turned into disappointment.
However… right now, his words sounded more like a confession.
Even though there were logical flaws in what he said, a girl in love clearly wouldn't think that deeply. She glanced at him a few more times, then softly said, "Oh."
"Anything else?", she asked again.
Although her tone was still as cool as ever, her mood was clearly no longer as down as before.
Alvin pressed forward, taking her hand and continuing, "Like I said, I just want to sit and chat with you for a bit… is that okay?"
The simplest way to tell if a girl likes you is to casually brush the back of her hand with yours. If she doesn't move away after a few tries, you can try holding her hand next.
Of course, that's during the ambiguous stage.
But Alvin and Gray had clearly already passed that stage, so he chose a more direct approach, holding her hand.
And clearly, Gray didn't resist. She just stood there with her head lowered. After a long moment, she softly responded, "Mm."
The two chatted for a while in the room. Alvin talked about some things from his time in ancient Britain. Perhaps because it had been experienced through a "simulation game," he still remembered the general plot.
Gray sat in a chair, watching the boy by the bed.
She listened very attentively, her eyes sparkling with interest. She seemed especially fascinated by the various stories from his time as the White Dragon, and soon forgot the awkwardness from earlier.
After about ten minutes, the girl finally stood up, still wanting more.
She couldn't stay too long. After all, late at night, if a girl stayed too long in a boy's room, it would inevitably lead to gossip.
Just as Gray was about to open the door, she seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "By the way, Lady Morgan is able to attach herself to my body because our compatibility is high, right?"
Alvin nodded lightly, "I guess so."
No matter how he thought about it, aside from their faces, he couldn't figure out what Gray and Morgan had in common.
Could it be that every gentle girl had the potential to become a scheming queen?
"If she attaches to my body again next time… don't mess around with me like that."
Gray turned to look at him. This time, her tone was much more serious.
Alvin froze for a moment, then nodded earnestly, "I understand. After all, it's your body—"
Gray shook her head, "That's not what I mean…"
"Then what do you mean?"
'Does that mean it's okay to mess around?'
As Alvin's thoughts wandered, he saw the silver-haired girl walk up to him.
She looked down into his eyes and said softly, "It's my body, so whether it's kissing or anything else… it should be decided by my own will, shouldn't it?"
Alvin nodded silently.
He suddenly realized he might have gone a bit too far earlier. Even if it was Morgan's consciousness, it was still Gray's body. And although their relationship was somewhat ambiguous now, it hadn't reached that point yet.
Luckily it was Gray. If it had been another girl, this might've already been reported to the Clock Tower's board.
Thinking of that, Alvin said instinctively, "Sorry…"
"It's not really to the point where you need to apologize."
Gray said softly, "Rather, you could say this is an opportunity."
Alvin was taken aback, watching as the girl suddenly jogged up to him, bent down slightly, and gently touched her lips to his.
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