Squeak -

the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Shen He turned around abruptly, and the zipper of Jeanne's sportswear was just half pulled down.

"First, don't... look here..."

Jeanne whispered in a trembling voice. The courage she had mustered up collapsed directly under Shen He's gaze, and her hand pulling the zipper stopped there.

But even if she said so, Shen He had no way to move his eyes away.

Jeanne in front of him was no longer a word "beautiful" to describe.

The silver-white moonlight wrapped around her body, from her neck to the half-unbuttoned black sportswear, every exposed skin licked the moonlight, exuding an extremely seductive breath, and the bikini wrapped around her perfect body curves was actually a black lace pattern, coupled with the intoxicated blushing look, just one look, made Shen He feel as if his soul had left his body, and he suffered an indescribable shock.

"Master, Master..."

Jeanne was almost embarrassed to the point of crying.

It was clearly just a swimsuit, why did being seen taking off clothes make me feel so strange, as if my whole body was on fire.

"Sorry, sorry..." Shen He responded subconsciously.

But he himself didn't know why he was apologizing, he just opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to keep this scene in his mind forever.

Jeanne showed an expression of shame and annoyance, closed her eyes as if she had accepted her fate, and took off her sportswear at a speed so fast that it was almost like a phantom.

Until only the black style swimsuit was left on her body, the small piece of cloth made her breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Je, Jeanne, this is..."

Shen He still couldn't recover.

The perfect body displayed in front of him, although it didn't have the extreme temptation of half-covering just now, but from the elastic curves, the slender waist that could be held in one hand, to the slender and straight legs, the delicate jade feet, the whole body exuded a beauty that surpassed the work of nature, which was already a realm that humans could never reach.

"It's a swimsuit. I bought it today."

Joan of Arc hooked her fingers behind her back, stood on tiptoe in front of Shen He, and looked at him with her beautiful face.

Although there was still an alluring blush on her face, her shame had been reduced a lot. After all, it was just a swimsuit.

Shen He was stunned for a long time before he realized what he should do at this time.

He gave her a thumbs up and praised her sincerely, "Very beautiful, my expectations have been met 100% of the time, Joan of Arc."

"Too exaggerated."

Joan of Arc's eyes curved into a beautiful crescent shape, and the smile on the corners of her mouth was clearly visible.

She walked barefoot to the edge of the reef, bent down and sat on the beach, letting the rising waves hit her feet again and again. From the back, the moonlight sprinkled on her long golden hair and smooth back, covering a layer of soft light.

At this moment, Shen He felt that she was like a fairy who did not exist in reality.

"Master?"

Joan of Arc turned her head slightly and looked at him.

"Oh."

Shen He responded subconsciously and walked over to sit next to Joan of Arc.

His eyes were still on Jeanne, but he found that she was looking at the waves below, as if she was in a trance.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know..."

Jeanne stroked her braids with both hands, and her eyes did not look at Shen He, as if she was talking to herself.

"In the afternoon, the Master said that she did not regard me as a saint. I was very happy, really, because whether I like it or not, I am a saint and this is an unchangeable fact, so I have been trying to do what a saint should do, treating everyone equally... until I was summoned by the Master, everything became different."

At the beginning, Jeanne did not realize that there was anything different about this summoning. She just had to stay by the Master's side and do her duties as a servant.

But since she was told "You can be yourself" in the Master's room last night, she finally realized that this was completely different.

The girl whose life was always fixed at the age of 19 will begin to walk through the 20th, 21st... or even longer, to a level of luxury that she dared not even think about.

"Joan of Arc, is that why you did all this for me?" Shen He was a little disappointed, but soon he was relieved. "I don't know if you can let go of the burden brought by the word "Saint", but even if you can let go a little bit and enjoy yourself, it will make me feel that my coming to this strange world is meaningful."

When people get along with each other, sometimes, giving is more satisfying than receiving.

What's more, Shen He believes that he has gained enough, and this is enough.

"No--it's not like that."

Joan of Arc suddenly turned her head and held Shen He's palm tightly with both hands, and his figure was reflected in her lavender eyes.

"What really makes me feel like a dream is not that I can stay here as Joan of Arc instead of a saint, but that I can stay by the side of the master like now for a long time in the future. This is the answer my heart tells me."

Even though they have been together for only a little over a month, Joan of Arc already knows Shen He well enough.

Before he came to such a strange world, he was just an ordinary human being, but after mastering extraordinary power, he not only did not lose himself in the power, but also resolutely took up the responsibility of protecting human reason with this power.

Perhaps he himself did not realize that this kind of figure who stood in front of the crisis and gave infinite confidence to those who followed behind him was already as dazzling as a hero.

Not to mention the care and understanding for those close to him that comes from the heart.

"Joan of Arc, um, why do you say that?"

Shen He tried to open his somewhat stiff mouth, and suddenly he had a feeling that he could not predict what would happen next.

Joan of Arc showed a subtle expression that was hard to tell whether it was shyness or nervousness. She held Shen He's hands and raised them in front of her, and said as if she had made up her mind:

"I don't know whether my feelings for the Master are gratitude or admiration, but, but-I want to try love, which should not belong to a heroic spirit or a saint. Is that okay? Master."

"..."

Shen He, who finally understood the meaning of Jeanne's words, was swallowed up by a huge surprise.

He knew very well that every person he summoned was not just a character that could be interpreted by the "personality" of a few hundred words in the original work. They had their own eyes, their own thoughts, and their own wisdom to discern the hearts of others. Imitating the disgusting behavior of the original male protagonist to deliberately attack would only bring bad consequences.

If Jeanne would fall in love with him, then she would only fall in love with this man named Shen He.

He stretched out his hand, hugged Jeanne's smooth and soft waist, let her head gently lean on his shoulder, greedily enjoying this new relationship that belonged to him alone.