Miraille watched Clark's methods and gradually began to understand Clark's thoughts. Although she was shivering from the cold, her face showed the excitement of a girl playing a prank on someone for the first time.

Fortunately, Clark and Mirel return to Count Bluebeard's room, fearing that the fusion monster might discover them at any moment, but they never see them. Valente and Hera seemed to disappear into thin air.

But despite this, Clark still did not dare to let his guard down, hesitated, and changed his clothes on the spot. Mirai timidly took the clothes she had brought with her, hid behind a bookshelf, and changed into her clothes.

"Ah..." While I was changing my clothes, there was movement from Mi Lail's side.

"What's wrong? Hisss..." Clark quickly turned around and asked worriedly. As soon as I turned around, my back suddenly felt itchy and painful. He looked for a mirror in the room and noticed that it was a frozen bone in my back.

Mi Reil was also trying to suppress the pain. I heard the sound of clothes rustling from behind the bookshelf and said, ``It's okay... it's just my back hurts.''

"Oh, what a coincidence, me too..." Clark thought as they huddled together, leaning against the cold wall of the secret passageway. Then he noticed a reflection of light in the room. Miraie's face was reflected in the mirror. He was a little feverish and turned away shyly.

But he could still see a little. A sudden chill on her left shoulder destroyed her perfect and beautiful body. Contrary to her pure and beautiful appearance, Mirail's navel was studded with gorgeous sequins. , it seems like a quick gem.

Clark only knew that women of some ethnic groups in some parts of the world have a habit of wearing jewelry or gold objects in their navels. The West Coast of his hometown, New York, was a city of global immigrants. He was lucky to meet people who inherited this type of custom. Women who bine traditional and modern fashion styles have beautiful bellies like Millet.

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