Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 631: Sometimes subtext is needed, and sometimes words need to be broken into pieces…

"Mr. Wallop, can you please be quiet when you are talking about business?"

"I'm very quiet... I'm even thinking about which wand material suppliers are more suitable to recommend to you-by the way, are you interested in werewolf hair and the fangs of North American trolls? I heard from Lupine that he happened to know a businessman who sells these materials recently." Sean said while thinking.

Stephanie gritted her teeth and looked at Sean. She didn't know if it was because of her unwillingness to admit defeat. She tried her best to keep her tone and expression the same as before, and said casually, "The werewolf's hair is not stable enough. The fangs of North American trolls are a good wand core material, but wands made of this material will always have an unpleasant smell of saliva. The value of the material that can remove this smell is enough to make five or six wands again. It is not suitable at all from a commercial point of view."

"Is that so...that Veela's hair?" Sean joked.

Stephanie, who is of Veela blood, looked as usual, but explained to Sean: "Using Veela hair as a wand core, the wand will always become sensitive and capricious, and even affect the owner's personality—"

Shawn asked curiously: "I remember you mentioned to me last time that your grandfather taught you how to make your wand, but you used Veela hair, but you are not self-willed at all—is it because of your blood?"

Stephanie nodded with difficulty: "Well, that hair came from my mother, so it's more about protecting me—you!"

She suddenly exclaimed, and then looked at Sean reproachfully.

"It's not willful to be self-willed, but..." Sean showed a sunny smile, but when he saw Stephanie's teeth itch, he just wanted to punch him.

When this person plays bad, he has so many subtexts and tricks...

She couldn't stand up straight anymore, so she could only look at Xiao En angrily, the mist in her eyes was almost overflowing.

"Is the subtext you learned used in these places? As the new chairman of the Boys Student Union, you should at least have a little..."

The girl clenched her teeth before she finished speaking, and Sean blinked innocently: "This is the basic skill I should have."

"But shouldn't it be time to talk about business?"

"Then I'm chatting with you, right? This doesn't conflict with my hand movements." Sean smiled narrowly.

He took his hand away, and Stephanie let out a gasp that was both relieved and regretful, and then looked at him complainingly.

Sean's innocent face: "You put my hand on it yourself, and you are not satisfied if I take it away?"

The silver-haired girl pursed her lips. She opened her mouth slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she bit her upper lip and glared at Sean with reproachful eyes.

With this expression on Stephanie's beautiful face, Sean secretly thought that he couldn't take it anymore.

Especially the other party used to maintain a cool image, once the two were alone, the deliberate coquettishness formed a huge contrast.

In other words, the sense of conflict is the biggest comparison and the best catalyst.

Stephanie took a couple of deep breaths, during which time her arms around Sean's neck did not let go, and she moved her lower body uneasily: "You must have some special hobbies..."

Sean will quit now, he said seriously: "It's too unreasonable to say that, my lawyer will come forward."

Stephanie laughed when she heard it: "It's not unreasonable, I'm making the most reasonable inference based on your behavior."

"Why is it reasonable? Let's change our positions and think about it in our own shoes—I just stared blankly at such a beautiful girl lying on my lap? You are insulting my personality and the most primitive impulse of a man."

Stephanie rubbed her head against Sean's arms, and agreed with him after a while: "Indeed, if you do nothing, I should be more shocked, well, I approve of your behavior - of course, this is based on your praise of me."

"I don't need your approval—" Sean licked his slightly dry lips.

As a punishment, he patted the smooth skin of his thighs under the hem of the skirt a little harder, causing the girl to let out an exclamation.

The skin as white as snow is softer than expected, even with the lightest force, there is a faint red on it.

Stephanie seemed to have been knocked out of all her strength by the slap. The two hands hooking Sean's neck had already been limply put down, and the calf hanging down his leg was unable to swing anymore.

Sean's eyes lit up, and he felt as if he had discovered something.

He leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered a few words, which drew a few hasty and flustered denials.

"Huh? Are you sure?" Sean's eyes were full of cunning.

Stephanie's face was as red as if soaked in blood because of the few words just now, she bit her teeth, shook her head like a rattle, trying to completely deny the man's bold guess.

Sean pretended to raise his head to think, and after a while, he possessed himself again, and whispered: "Then...how about trying?"

Shyness and a hint of eagerness flashed in Stephanie's eyes, she just pouted, neither agreeing nor objecting.

"Let me think..." Sean unscrupulously looked at the lovely figure of the girl in his arms.

Then he showed a sly smile and dragged Stephanie's soft and slender waist to turn her over.

"Ah... what are you doing..." Stephanie exclaimed, and was turned over by Sean without any resistance.

She changed her posture, her knees bent in stress, and the skirt swayed lightly.

"Try it..." Sean's tone was a little teasing

Immediately, he raised his hand high.

A trace of subconscious fear flashed in Stephanie's eyes, she tensed her body and clenched her teeth, and then tightly closed her eyes.

I won't admit it...I will never admit it...that's too perverted...

No, no matter how bad Sean is, I can't admit it. If I admit it, there's nothing I can do in the future... What if he likes him?

No, if he likes it, he likes it... What if I like it? !

No, I can't admit it... I can't admit it... I can't admit it...

No, isn't it the same as acquiescing in my heart if I think this way? No no no...

However, in my heart, I acquiesce that he doesn't know... But he knows me so well... Besides... Besides... He is my lover...

It’s not good to be a lover, I must have the pride of a Veela...and how shy...

But... if he tried it out by himself, then it's none of my business...

There were so many thoughts in the girl's mind that she felt like a marquee.

Before she knew it, she raised her body a bit higher so that Sean's hand could fall down more easily.

Close her eyes firmly, she doesn't know whether she is afraid or looking forward to that crisp voice.

However, after a long time, she felt sore in her waist, and she didn't wait for the "punishment" from the boy she loves.

Stephanie opened her eyes carefully, and quietly turned her head to look over.

He is not admiring me...

However, just as the angle was twisted a bit, she happened to meet the boy's narrow eyes.

In an instant, Stephanie felt her whole body was burning hot.

"You... woo..." She buried her head and let out a deadly sob.

Shawn could no longer restrain himself, and laughed out loud.

"I didn't say what method to try?" He was so happy that he swayed with the girl lying on his lap.

"You're getting more and more annoying..." Stephanie was ashamed and annoyed, subconsciously about to climb off Sean's lap.

Sean hurriedly grabbed her to stop her from moving, and patted her lightly while she was puffing up.

"Ah..." Stephanie let out an exclamation, and turned her head to look over again, with anger and expectation hanging in her foggy eyes.

Shawn lowered his body and lightly pecked the top of the other person's head, and said softly, "You seem to be getting more and more lively."

Stephanie, who was ashamed, annoyed and looking forward to it, froze for a moment when she heard Sean's words, and then frowned slightly: "Are you saying that I am becoming less and less like the old me?"

Sean thought about it carefully, and shook his head: "You have always been you, Stephanie is like this... But, after we get along more and more intimately, I feel that you, um...how should I put it..."

Stephanie saw through his hesitation, and she said: "You know, our communication has never had those veiled politeness or specious fog."

Therefore, Sean said honestly: "You have shown more of a little girl's side, you can act coquettishly, feel ashamed, and sometimes get on top."

"That's it..." Stephanie recalled seriously, and she nodded in agreement after a while, "You're right...then do you like the old Stephanie more or the current Stephanie?"

Sean laughed: "Why did the smart and calm Miss Ollivander fall into such a misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?"

"Yes, many people are used to looking at another person with a fixed perspective and vision, even if their own perspective is constantly changing - how can someone remain the same? Whether it is personality, behavior patterns, or the style of dealing with people, they will always change at different stages of life due to different experiences."

Shawn spread his hands: "Why do you have to fix an image, you are you, and I think all your performances are normal--besides, to me, different Stephanies look beautiful."

The bold love words made Stephanie's face slightly flushed, but the habit she had developed over the years still kept her thinking after the discussion-oriented conversation. After a while, she nodded: "It makes sense. I didn't get lost in everything I did before. On the contrary, the question just now was inappropriate-I was pandering to you subconsciously."

Shawn nodded: "In a normal and healthy relationship, unilateral catering will make the relationship less equal and healthy. This kind of catering is not material or other aspects, but an inappropriate kind of pleasing, but you soon realized—in other words, was it considered catering before?"

He made a casual joke at the end.

Stephanie obviously understood what he meant: "It's a physical catering, but not a spiritual one, but I like it very much, so there's no problem—but, Mr. Wallop, your mature understanding of feelings doesn't seem to match your inferior moral bottom line?"

Sean blinked innocently: "This is not a conflict—"

He has not denied his greedy heart for a long time, and now that he is ready to do so, a similar conversation will happen between himself and a certain girl sooner or later.

Stephanie should be the girl who is the easiest to understand herself - although using the word "understand" seems quite shameless.

The girl was indeed not angry, she just pouted: "I don't deny it at all now - but just now, you can clearly use my ideas to win more dominance, which should be of great benefit to your despicable plan?"

Shawn replied honestly: "I'm not interested in brainwashing to strengthen control. What I like is the girl who has a free heart but always includes me in it, rather than transforming her into an extremely obedient and beautiful pet."

The corners of Stephanie's mouth raised a little: "Then you were going to slap my **** just now?"

"Pay attention to your words, this beautiful lady—this is just an illusion you see, in order to get the same answer."

"The answer is obvious?"

"Obviously, you do have a tendency toward that—" Sean rubbed his chin and muttered.

Stephanie glared at him coquettishly: "That's still going to the direction of the previous discussion—it's just that this time you want to physically control me."

Sean had an expression of "this statement is wrong": "This is too much difference~IndoMTL.com~ You are blurring the concept now, trying to occupy the emotional high ground between the two of you-do you mean we have to discuss such a serious topic?"

"I see you're enjoying it?" Stephanie smiled slyly.

"Teaching and educating people is indeed a bit of a problem of being a good teacher and then madly outputting opinions. I don't deny this..."

"Just like that?"

"Well, I admit, as a normal male, I do have some thrill-seeking psychological existence--"

"Then did you find it?" Stephanie looked curious.

Sean sighed, and gave her a dissatisfied look: "When you break everything apart and say it, the thrill of wanting to get it quickly diminishes—you must have done it on purpose."

"Who told you to play tricks on me just now?" Stephanie raised her nose proudly.

"Didn't you talk about a more serious topic later, and then try to use a rational and mature answer to make you, a smart and calm woman, more fascinated by me?" Sean said helplessly.

Stephanie's charm is always accompanied by a calm and fascinating initiative. This kind of initiative is just like what Sean described just now. It breaks apart many intimate small movements and thoughts of the two of them and makes it clear.

Naturally, the sense of intimacy and excitement brought by those love words is greatly reduced.

However, this girl will always make up for it from other aspects, such as the weird desire to win, which will always make Sean more useful.

Win or lose is all he earns,

Hearing Sean's words, Stephanie's eyes flashed a hint of attachment and joy, and she pouted, this kind of cute gesture, which is rare for her, made her look more lively.

"Well, then I can only say that you succeeded..."

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