Chapter 41
Perhaps it was because Wen Yuxiao's eyes were too passionate, the feather tentacles in the priest's hair shook, and when they moved, they looked cute like little wings growing on his head.
He suggested with a smile: "Your Highness, would you like to touch it?"
As he spoke, the white-haired young man knelt on one knee obediently and lowered his head devoutly. His overly long hair spread out, and some of it happened to be at her feet, like a dense spider web, trapping her in place and making her unable to move.
Wen Yuxiao, who no longer had any worries, was thinking that although she had dated countless paper figures in the game in her previous life, even if she changed one every day, she would not have a duplicate for a month.
But in real life, not only does she have zero experience in love, she has rarely been approached by boys.
The few times she was relatively close to men were also when she encountered Zerg in her life, and she relied on their shamelessness to rub against her.
Why bother about so many things? I am the queen of the Zerg now!
The girl suddenly swelled up as if she had made up her mind. She carefully stretched out her fingers and touched the snow-white tentacles. They felt soft and warm, like a living thing.
The white-haired young man trembled slightly, his breathing became heavier, and a bright red flush appeared on his fair face.
Perhaps because he found that no accidents had occurred, Wen Yuxiao stroked the surface of the motionless tentacles with his fingertips as if stroking a well-behaved cat.
The tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own, swaying closer to the slender white fingers, pretending to be a vine that needed to be clung to, wrapping around her fingers, trying to stuff the entire feather into her palm.
The white-haired young man kneeling at her feet didn't react at all. She thought that for him, it was just a touch of hair, and no matter how much he touched, nothing would happen. So she used both hands to play with the white tentacles, kneading the cute and soft little feathers over and over again.
The priest tried hard to calm his breathing, his deep blue eyes were filled with a layer of passionate mist, the water was shimmering, the spring scenery was boundless, the temperature on his face was getting higher and higher, as if it was about to burn.
He originally had a cold and indifferent look, and he looked at everyone with a kind of contempt that made him look down upon them. Now his eyes were so blurred that his vision was blurry, the corners of his eyes were red, and there was a crystal tear on the edge of his eyelashes that was half-fallen. His face was flushed unbearably, like a celestial being who had fallen from the clouds, willingly sinking into the palm of her hand, allowing her to desecrate and play with him.
The white-haired young man chuckled in his heart. As expected, he had noticed before that His Highness really liked his pair of little tentacles.
"Your Highness." He suppressed the panting sound in his throat and spoke softly. His voice was slightly hoarse, with an imperceptible affection in it.
"Well, what's the matter?" Wen Yuxiao, who was having a lot of fun, responded slightly. She didn't notice anything wrong with the person under her. Her tentacles were passionately intertwined and rubbing with her fingers, from the gaps between her fingers to her knuckles, like two happy plush puppies, chasing her and licking her.
So cute.
She almost collapsed with her hands covering her heart, thinking that she would never keep a cat again. The priest's pair of small tentacles could completely replace a cat. She wanted to become a cat lover and play with them every day.
Hehehe, baby, actually you are not a little tentacle, you are a soft little kitten, born to be eaten by your mother.
While Wen Yuxiao was indulging in his tentacles, the man spoke with a bit of persuasion: "Do you remember our agreement? I'll bring the person back, and you... give me a kiss."
The last few words fell out of his mouth lightly, and hit the heart of the girl who was just laughing "hehe" with a heavy weight.
Wen Yuxiao froze and fell silent, using her not-so-good brain to recall. She seemed to... probably... indeed... really nodded in agreement to this matter. That was not right. Her original intention was to paint a rosy picture for the other party. What would it have to do with her once the other party found the real queen?
But now, I am the real queen.
She suddenly wanted to travel back in time and pinch her mouth which had made her agree so casually.
It was too late. Now people came to her with the promises she had made, and asked her with a smile to redeem the debt she had owed them.
Ahhhhhhhhhh help! What did he say before about coming here? Where do you want to kiss? How long? Is it okay to kiss through the hand? If that doesn't work, put some paper under it...
"Your Highness..." The white-haired young man raised his head, and Wen Yuxiao could see clearly that his face was red and abnormal. He looked weak and powerless to fight back after being molested by her. He leaned against her thigh weakly, and there was no sign of the ferocity that had just chased a god and beaten him to death.
She rubbed her cheek gently against the other person's thigh, and the burning temperature almost reached her through the thin fabric.
Wen Yuxiao was silent. Facing this boundless beauty, she just wanted to scream, jump up and run away at the speed of light.
What's going on with those two Overlords outside? Break in!
Although she really wanted to shirk her responsibility, the other person had done his best for her and had done his best no matter how harsh the conditions were. Even if she was the one who made the mistake in the end, she would still take the responsibility on herself first.
"You get up first." She subconsciously rubbed her lips with her fingers, her face flushed. When the other person really stood up, she was too timid to look at him. She shifted her gaze to the floor, and her voice was weak.
The Insect King chuckled softly, taking in the other's adorable shyness. His gaze gently swept over her moist, red lips. His voice seemed to contain a soft hook, trying to seduce her soul: "Okay."
After hearing what he said, Wen Yuxiao wanted to dive into the time machine even more. He directed people to sit on the chairs. He really didn't dare to look into his tender eyes, so he asked them to close their eyes.
The white-haired young man obeyed obediently, closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, like the peaceful and beautiful Sleeping Beauty princess in a fairy tale, just waiting for the destined prince to wake him up with a loving kiss.
She had completely forgotten what they had said before. Wang Chong, keeping his thoughts to himself, hadn't reminded her that she had to choose one of the three places to kiss. Wen Yuxiao only remembered that she wanted to kiss him. Her gaze passed over the alluring teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, staring at his rosy, thin lips. With trembling hands, she cupped his cheek.
Come on, come on, I can do it. Wouldn't a kiss from such a beauty be a huge profit? I'm the only one taking advantage of him!
The girl, who had mentally prepared herself more than a dozen times, hesitated for almost a minute. Finally, she took a deep breath, lowered her head and moved closer, almost holding her breath for fear of disturbing the other person.
A light, gentle kiss fell on the priest's lips, just quietly sticking to it, giving him the sweet scent of the other person and the gradually rising body temperature.
He quietly opened his eyes. The girl in front of him was so nervous that she closed her eyes tightly and dared not look at him. Her little face was wrinkled. Her brain was probably blank, so she forgot to leave after kissing him.
This gave him the opportunity to take the initiative. He put his arms around her slender waist and pressed on the back of her head with extremely careful force, trying to pull her into his arms as much as possible.
With her lips slightly opened, her long, rosy tongue, as flexible as a snake's tongue, licked the other's lips lightly, and while she was still confused, she probed into her teeth and stirred them.
A fine and ambiguous sound of water was heard, and the white-haired young man half-closed his eyes. The azure blue suddenly turned into a bottomless ocean, setting off a huge wave called "exclusive".
His fingers were entangled in the girl's soft black hair, stroking it again and again, and he gently comforted her: Good boy, good girl, your highness.
I like it so much, I want to swallow it, or be swallowed by it, so that they can merge into one flesh and blood, blend together indistinguishably, and never be separated again.
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