Chapter 30 Chapter 30 He tasted the dam breaking in spring.
"Loyal followers" always address each other as "you", using respectful titles and attitudes, but the requests they make seem not so respectful.
Brow bone, eye end, nose bridge, clear contour line...
The girl's fingers gradually became dissatisfied with just stroking the devil's lips, and began to wander over the face that fascinated her, twisting and teasing it everywhere, and even blowing air on the blushing earlobes, blew out some outrageous words.
"Let me play... Let me play..."
"Good demons are born to be played with by humans, to satisfy human wishes..."
"Lord Errol wouldn't have the heart to see me suffer, would he?..."
The devil's eyelashes trembled more and more violently, like a butterfly caught in a spider web struggling desperately to escape.
Fine beads of sweat gathered on the back of his neck, and crystal beads of sweat dripped from his neck, sliding down his back, wetting the fine quality uniform shirt.
He kept his lips tightly closed, as if if he opened his mouth he would be unable to suppress heavy breathing or some tone that would reveal his dark mood.
Since I can't give a firm refusal, then it's just silent connivance.
Lin Miao's courage swelled up at the devil's 'inaction'. Her fingertips suddenly stopped moving, and when he raised his eyes to look at her following the withdrawal of his touch, she pinched his jaw.
...same strength, same posture as in the dream just now.
The trapped beast in the cage could only make meaningless collisions. Errol did not dare to meet the human's eyes, but was firmly shackled by the gentle warmth.
The hand that lifted his chin, the purple dress, the cold expression as if looking at an ignorant little pet.
...so similar.
The unclear images in the dream took root in his shattered soul. He tried desperately to recall them in the stinging pain, but the person's face gradually became apparent, overlapping with the girl in front of him.
A perfect fit.
When reading Reese's memory, he disdained the dream of his useless brother. He didn't think that this was the past of the three-headed dog's childhood. He sneered at his behavior of equating the "kind-hearted person" in the dream with Lin Miao.
However, boomerangs are always deadly, and he actually believed that dreams were the past, and unknowingly confused humans with the objects in his dreams.
He was determined to abandon their former masters and the humans he loved and wanted to take good care of.
As strong and cold as He, as weak and gentle as She.
It was even more absurd than Biris's dream. He was absolutely certain that the person he was following in the dream, who had delusions and could not heal himself, was his master. How could he be involved with humans a hundred years later?
But if the two are unrelated...
How else to explain his uncontrollable body that would not stop when touched by him or her?
Errol was stuck in confusion and couldn't extricate himself, but Lin Miao, influenced by desire, could no longer wait.
In this position, she bit his lower lip lightly with her pearly teeth, allowing the tip of her tongue to penetrate unhindered.
The girl bestowed the saliva from her mouth upon the demon as a gift, and he awoke from his daze, his Adam's apple rolling up and down as he instinctively accepted and swallowed. His fangs retracted, his barbed tongue entwined with hers, begging for more, more generous rewards.
Lin Miao lifted her skirt and straddled Errol's legs, her fingertips brushing against the chains and the tightly stretched waist beneath his white shirt. The demon's physique was a perfection unattainable by humans. Lin Miao had seen it so many times that she could easily picture the distinct, bulging muscles in her mind. The ridges and grooves could accommodate her little finger, a tension ready to burst forth.
It's so hard that it hurts my hand.
Errol was going crazy.
His tangled thoughts were run over by the human girl's truck, and he no longer had the energy to think about those mysteries.
Hellfire is the three-headed dog's innate talent. Both he and his two other brothers are used to being with flames and should not be afraid of high temperatures. However, at this moment, the surging blood in his veins seems to have been replaced by the magma in the earth's core. No matter how strong his physique is, he cannot withstand this boiling burning.
"No..." He wanted to say, don't mess around with him like this, Miaomiao.
Miaomiao domineeringly deprived him of the right to speak.
"Is it not possible?" The girl tilted her head and smiled innocently. "But I thought you were very willing."
"You are so badly injured that you should be resting in your bedroom, but you are sitting on the throne, wearing such a solemn and inviolable military uniform."
"Don't you want me to 'blaspheme' you, Lord Errol?"
"You are the one who seduced your human. Didn't you foresee everything that would happen—"
"Are you looking forward to it?"
The frivolous words tumbled down, almost piercing his eardrums. Errol trembled all over, his internal organs as if being churned by a cold blade.
He wanted to refute, to deny.
What can be denied?
Wasn't it because of that dream that he finally dug out this military jacket from the corner of the wardrobe?
Didn't he deliberately put on his coat, sit on the throne and close his eyes to rest?
Didn't he expect the human girl to come?
The demon's throat was frozen and he couldn't utter a single syllable.
Lin Miao was still trying to get more excited when suddenly a powerful arm with veins crisscrossing its length lifted her waist and hips, lifting her into the air. The momentary feeling of weightlessness made her subconsciously grab the demon's front, and the words she wanted to say were cut off in her stomach.
—Erol placed her on a throne of pure gold.
He knelt on one knee in front of her, his knee making a dull thud as it collided with the ground. His blood-red pupils stared up at her, the burning color within them terrifying.
"A good demon must satisfy human wishes." Rather than responding to human words, Errol seemed to be trying to convince himself.
He lowered his head, and a few strands of black and red hair fell naturally.
The adult demon had shed the ruffianism of his youth and knelt as still as a pine tree, the hem of his expensive, gold-trimmed coat draped over the ground, a gesture of submission.
The wide purple skirt does not block out light very well.
The Lustful Chief is able to manipulate desires and has seen too many scenes of debauchery and extravagance - many of which were even created by him.
He is not completely ignorant.
…
It was approaching early spring in the human world. Lin Miao was pleased with the progress of her relationship with the puppy and decided to take him for an outing.
Under the warm sunshine of spring, both humans and animals always like to crowd into the flower-filled gardens to get close to the flowers and plants and nature, and cultivate their bodies and minds.
It was the puppy's first time in the wild and everything was new to him.
It was attracted by the falling sycamore leaves in the courtyard. Its nose twitched slightly, gently touching the edge of the leaf, and its warm breath startled the morning dew that had settled on the leaf veins.
It carefully parted the layers of fallen leaves with its claws, searching for any insects hiding among them. Sometimes it extended its finely textured tongue, tentatively touching the leaf surface, then immediately retracted it, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of autumn.
But the persistent puppy did not give up. After several attempts, it found the most interesting way to play - using its nose to push the blades to slide on the cobblestone road, making a rustling sound.
Push again and again.
The puppy was fascinated by this newfound game, just like a child seeing a spinning windmill for the first time, unable to resist reaching out to touch it but afraid of breaking the ingenious device.
Until the sun sets, the puppy finally lies down in the pile of fallen leaves, yawns contentedly, and lets the last sycamore leaf fall gently on the tip of its nose.
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