Chapter 91 Serving His Little God
She was so busy examining him that she didn't even think about that.
If Sylvie's fever wasn't caused by the zombie bite, and judging from his current condition, he should be having a sunny day, and this unusual sunny day could only make her think of the side effects of the "Gate", "lust" among the seven deadly sins of mankind.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the man pressing against her.
Sylvie's lips kissed the side of her neck.
The aroma there was so strong that it almost completely overwhelmed his reason.
He gnawed at it, opened his mouth and took a bite.
He watched with satisfaction as a pitiful circle of white appeared there, then immediately turned red, just like the mark he had left.
"Hiss--" Qianzhi snorted softly, but the sound that just came out was swallowed up by Xiweier.
He conquered cities and territories with an insatiable appetite.
His slender fingers clasped her slender waist and stroked across the girl's narrow belly, as if measuring something.
Mesmerized by the kiss, Sylvie slowly loosened his grip on Qianzhi's wrists.
Snap——
His kiss came to an abrupt halt, and his cheek felt a little stingy from Qianzhi's palm.
The man narrowed his eyes darkly, like an angry animal that was disturbed while eating.
But when he saw the girl's wet eyes and her fragile and slender neck raised up, his blue eyes suddenly lit up again.
——It feels so good, his baby hits him so well.
The delicate tingling seemed like some kind of amplifier, adding fuel to the fire on his hot skin and quickly igniting his blood.
He raised his head, moved closer to Qianzhi, and pressed his other hot face against her hand.
"Qianqian, hit me again, I love it, I love you hitting me so much."
"Pervert. Don't go crazy, Sylvie." The girl bit her bright red lips with her snow-white teeth, her dark eyes sparkling with a misty light, and even her voice was so soft and out of tune.
It wasn't just Sylvie's overly strong pheromones and rotten emotional scent that deeply affected her.
The "door" also had a subtle impact on her.
She was almost like him, sinking into the deep mire, with even the vines that stretched out were limp and clinging to his skin.
"I'm not crazy, Qianqian, I'm fine." He took advantage of the situation and grabbed her somewhat limp hand, pecking at her palm again and again, his lips sliding down, across her forearm, elbow, and then downwards -
Her protective suit was slowly pulled open by the man's long fingers.
Like peeling an overripe peach.
The inside of the fruit is exposed, exuding a sweet taste.
"you--"
"Shh, Qianqian," the man was soaked all over, his lush skin rising and falling with his breathing, like a fairy who had just crawled out of the sea of yu.
Those deep blue eyes had clearly been brewing a violent storm, but the look they cast on her was unexpectedly peaceful and soft.
He pressed his fingers to her lips.
"Just think of it as a sentinel's reverse comfort to the guide."
He didn't want Little Dodder to have any grudge against him because of this.
He will use every possible means, including lies, deception, and appropriate mental intervention.
Just to serve his little god.
"Reverse. Comfort?" The girl blinked, her drowsy mind briefly deceived by him, before she could come to her senses.
The wet feeling has spread to her lower abdomen——
“Hmm—”
The man prostrated himself devoutly, his cold white back undulating like mountains, and as her fingers scratched him, it was slowly covered with a layer of bright red.
Chie breathed heavily.
The scorching temperature spread throughout her body. The feeling of being slowly submerged by the sticky sea water made her want to breathe, but her throat was blocked by Sylvie's pheromones.
"No, no more." The girl's voice was a little hoarse, but still so beautiful that it made Sylvie tremble.
The man raised his head, his beautiful blue hair stuck to his forehead.
Her breathing hitched slightly, and she took long, deep breaths.
The vines slowly climbed up and wrapped around the man's cold, solid chest, then stroked his neck.
Finally, it slowly penetrated into the mental image on his forehead and drew out a few wisps of black mist from the "door".
The incomplete spiritual comfort could not fully restore his emotions, but Peacock's finely carved eyebrows were curved in an unusually bright way.
Chizhi responded to his touch.
This is an indescribable spiritual satisfaction.
Even if he was about to explode.
He took out the air drying towel from his protective suit, draped it over Qianzhi's slender, snow-white back, and then lay down with his arms around her from behind.
"Don't you need a little more comfort?" The girl turned to look at him, her thick eyelashes stuck together by physiological tears, and her voice was as soft and sweet as melted marshmallows, with a sleepy nasal tone.
A series of tests, escaping from the disaster, sweeping away zombies, and the final satisfaction made her drowsy and sleepy.
The answer she got was Xiweier's warm embrace and a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Go to sleep, Qianqian. I'm much better now." His voice was very hoarse, just like the anger that had never been extinguished.
The veins on the back of his hands were bulging with restraint, but he still gently held the little girl in his arms.
At this moment, his body and soul were strangely split into two parts.
Although some of them were still shouting wildly.
Take this opportunity to possess her, mark her, and let her and him indulge in the sea of YU forever.
But the other part is the extreme pleasure of satisfying her.
This feeling of pleasure slowly overwhelmed everything, and even the desires affected within the "door" were at peace at this moment.
Even during the day, the doomsday sky was still covered by thick dark clouds. Those dark clouds seemed to be the last barrier of the planet, sticking unimaginable and terrifying things outside the sky like spider webs.
However, the color of the dark clouds has become increasingly dark and may collapse at any time.
Qianzhi turned her head away, not looking at the man next to her who was smiling as brightly as spring.
After waking up in the morning, Sylvie's body temperature returned to normal, and even his mood swings became much more stable.
Although Qianzhi was at a loss for a moment when she recalled what happened last night.
But Xiweier's words and actions were no different from usual, which made her slowly feel relieved.
After all, physical contact, or even fusion, is also a form of spiritual comfort.
Perhaps, this gorgeous peacock had already been accustomed to this kind of comfort before her?
Sylvie, who was smiling brightly, had no idea that his little guide's thoughts had already wandered.
Although he appears to be normal on the surface as a pure and innocent boy, the little peacock in his mind has already spread its wings, cried out excitedly all night long, and started building a nest with a lot of noise all night long.
He even started to fantasize about how to propose to his little female.
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