46 46. Not a boy, but a girl

　　[Artolis heard your question. ]

　　[He showed a surprised expression. ]

　　[You feel that what you said had a huge impact on him. ]

　　[You realize you've touched on something secret. ]

　　"Mr. Ian, it's nothing!"

　　Artolis waved his hands, and his beautiful long golden hair swayed from side to side, like a small wave.

　　"How could I be a girl! You must have misunderstood something!"

　　"..."

　　Ian didn't believe what Artolis said at all.

　　Because not only did the other party dare not look directly at him, his body was also trembling slightly.

　　The meaning of this performance could not be more obvious - it is a guilty conscience when it is completely inconsistent with the facts.

　　Ian decided to go a little more radical.

　　He is not a kind person to begin with, and naturally he does not need to pay attention to any lofty moral approval in this environment.

　　Finding out the situation with Artolis is the top priority.

　　"You said I misunderstood?"

　　Ian's hand touched Artolis' body.

　　"Artolis, do you really think so?"

　　"..."

　　[Artolis did not answer you. ]

　　[But you, who have had experience with Morgan, immediately noticed the slight changes in his body. ]

　　[You feel that he did not reject you. ]

　　[You realize that maybe you can go further. ]

　　"Aren't you going to answer me?"

　　Ian's eyes followed Artolis's slender waist, and finally stopped at his chest.

　　He still vaguely remembered the feeling he experienced in the name of a body search - it was indeed impossible to distinguish between male and female at that time.

　　So will it be like this now?

　　Ian judged secretly for a while.

　　I really feel it——

　　Although he has not grown much, his body does have curvature, but it is hidden because the clothes he wears are too repressive.

　　This is a completely different vision from muscles - it is a taste that only exists in youth.

　　Can't be wrong.

　　Ian can be 100% sure that Artolis is a girl.

　　It's just the kind that's deeply hidden.

　　She has to admit this.

　　"Artolis."

　　Ian's tone is low but clear, and after listening to it for a while, you can feel that he is quite serious.

　　"You don't have to deny your identity."

　　"As a girl, you are also very beautiful."

　　I don't know which word stimulated Artolis. She who was silent just now shook her head in denial.

　　"No... Mr. Ian... I am not a girl... I am Artolis... the son of Ector."

　　I have to say that Artolis is really tough.

　　But this only made Ian a little more interested - to be precise, it was his desire to make her surrender.

　　The more people refuse to admit something, the more they will feel a complete fall at the moment they finally give up.

　　"No, you are not the son of Ector."

　　"You are a good-looking girl."

　　While Ian was saying this, he looked at the clothes Artoris was wearing at the moment.

　　He deliberately chose clothes that would not reveal his body so much, hiding his identity.

　　Ian touched his hand and gently felt the surface of the skin with his fingers.

　　Artolis's skin is well taken care of.

　　It feels like smooth milk condensed on a raised hill, and it will rebound like gummy when gently squeezed.

　　"This is proof that you are a girl. Now, I hold it in my hands."

　　"No...it's not like that..."

　　Artolis wanted to deny this, but his voice seemed unconvincing.

　　"Mr. Ian...I'm not a girl."

　　[You feel a little weird. ]

　　[Even now, Artolis still refuses to admit it. ]

　　[You think there may be a deeper secret behind this. ]

　　[But you didn't stop there. ]

　　[After all, your methods are far more than this. ]

　　"Artolis, don't make this difficult for me."

　　"You are obviously a lovely girl, but you refuses to admit your charm. This is a waste of resources."

　　Ian closed his hands slightly, holding Artoris's hand a little tighter and tighter.

　　But his behavior wasn't that rough - it was just stroking his hand without any additional thought.

　　Ian's fingers caressed the skin that was as white as jade and as creamy as gel.

　　"Artolis, admit it once."

　　Artolis is no match for Ian in this matter.

　　Under this offensive, her body gradually fell back and leaned on Ian's chest.

　　Her hands slowly dropped, like puppets with their strings cut off.

　　She tilted her head, her lips looked a little white, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

　　But Artolis still insisted on his point of view: "No... I am not a girl... That person said... At least not now."

　　That person?

　　Ian felt that he had touched some secrets behind Artolis.

　　He knew he had to go one step further.

　　"My Lady, please forgive my blasphemy this time."

　　Ian prayed inwardly.

　　His gaze followed Artolis's waist all the way down the mountain like a scout.

　　A closer look.

　　Reach out and touch——

　　It was as empty as expected.

Physically, this is unmistakably female.

　　Ian's fingers brought him the best information.

　　His other hand was not idle either, constantly adjusting Artoris's position so that she would not fall off the horse.

　　The place where things are certain is being turned over and over, and there is no peace.

　　Artolis had been completely captured, and she fell into Ian's arms, feeling all this with joy.

　　The petite body was trembling happily, and the frequency and intensity of the trembling were related to how tightly Ian held her.

　　She made muffled sounds, and could only vaguely hear some syllables, but could not form any sentences.

　　The experienced Ian has successfully controlled Artolis, and he has become her real string puller.

　　"Artolis, can you admit it now?"

　　"You are a real girl."

　　After Ian said this, he hugged her a little tighter.

　　"Artolis, am I right?"

　　However--

　　It was clear that he had completely fallen into Ian's arms, but Artolis still insisted on what he said at the beginning.

　　She murmured in a gossamer voice: "No... Mr. Ian... I'm not like that... It's really not like that..."

　　But Ian wasn't thrilled.

　　Something is wrong.

　　Something was wrong with Artolis.

　　No matter how serious the consequences are, we still have to take action.

　　He calmly withdrew one of his hands, and then calmly touched the scabbard at his waist.

　　[You are prepared to let Artolis be killed in a state of joy. ]

　　[But at this time, a few petals floated over. ]

　　[Subsequently, you felt some kind of warning magic in Artoris! ]

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