Chapter 652 Scar

"The punishment is to put food on Fisher's body, and then I can eat both you and dinner, right?"

""

When Elizabeth said this, Fisher couldn't help but swallowed, and then his whole body stiffened.

How he hoped that this was just a joke made by Elizabeth, so that when he raised his head to look at Elizabeth in disbelief, he would only see an expression like "Hahaha, just kidding you" instead of Elizabeth's "Should I" expression now?

Where should I start eating?" with an expectant and enthusiastic expression.

This forced Fisher to accept a reality: Elizabeth seemed to be serious.

Fisher, who has been addicted to greedily asking for and eating all the lovely and beautiful women, finally recalled the fear of being eaten.

"Wait a minute, Elizabeth"

Seeing Elizabeth licking her lips gently, it could already be seen that her mouth was secreting saliva due to hunger. Fisher had no choice but to reach out his hand to try to stop this ridiculous behavior.

"Don't you think this is dirty? No matter what, putting food on my body is too dirty."

"Well, that's what Fisher said."

After hearing Fisher's dissuasion, Elizabeth touched her chin and seemed a little hesitant, which made Fisher feel a little happy.

Great, it looks like his persuasion worked.

But before he could be happy for more than a second, Elizabeth blushed slightly and her smile became weirder.

"Well, then Fisher, hurry up and take a bath with me. I'll ask Diane to bring the food over, so that you can eat while washing and make sure that everything is clean, both for Fisher and the food."

No, doesn't this sound even weirder?

Fisher's face darkened, and he even thought of the evil scene of Elizabeth washing the ingredients while washing them, and then spreading the ingredients on her body one by one.

No, no, no, this is a situation that cannot even be described or imagined.

It seems that the persuasion to divert fire and find excuses has been completely ineffective. At this time, would it be more effective to directly show the straight ball?

"Sorry, Elizabeth, actually I can't accept this."

"But if Fisher can accept it, can it still be considered punishment?"

""

Ah, what she said makes sense.

Fisher was stunned for a moment, and looked at Elizabeth in front of him, and saw that she tilted her head and spoke like an innocent child, trying to prove the meaning of "punishment".

But a second later, her innocence completely collapsed and turned into an evil smile that was insatiable.

The idea of ​​coveting Fisher's beautiful body was already obvious. It turned out that she had seen through Fisher's idea before, and she didn't even want to hide it virtuously anymore.

She just wanted to eat Fisher's body like a delicious meal, enjoying the exquisite taste that she had been waiting for a long time to taste.

What to do, Fisher?

Fisher was stunned for a moment, then sighed. Under Elizabeth's gaze, he suddenly took the initiative to meet her, grabbed her wrist, and pinched her chin.

oh?

Instead of running away and trying to mediate with him, he took the initiative to greet him.

Just when Elizabeth was thinking this, Fisher's proactive kiss suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

It was completely different from her excessive occupation of his lips when she was asleep. If the kiss then was like possessing his body in vain, now it was more like possessing his soul.

The active, slightly trembling enthusiasm reminded her of that afternoon in the Royal Academy library when she was eighteen.

She still remembered that she was just looking at Fisher who was reading next to her with a smile. He was staring at the book, but under the sunlight outside the window, she was keenly aware of the slight rise in temperature on his face, and he felt a little surge.

His Adam's apple moved and his eyes flashed at him from time to time.

It turns out that he would be shy just by looking at him?

What a lovely reaction.

So, what if I get a little closer? What will happen?

At that time, the naive Elizabeth probably just wanted to tease the incomprehensible Fisher, so she smiled and unconsciously moved her pretty face closer to him.

She didn't notice that as she was looking at her intently, her body scent flowed into Fisher's nose more and more frequently, and her hot breath hit Fisher's skin more and more obviously.

, making him even more nervous.

So, at that moment, the young and inexperienced Fisher finally became angry and couldn't help but turned his head and gently pinched Elizabeth's chin, and kissed her gently on the lips.

Of course, the shy first kiss was as light as a dragonfly tapping on the water. Even looking back now, it is still unclear whether the brief skin-to-skin contact lasted more than a second.

But that feeling, that feeling of accelerated heartbeat, that kind of numbness caused by electric shock, is like the ripples caused by a dragonfly touching water, which has spread over the long years until now.

"Bo"

At this moment, Elizabeth's eyes trembled slightly as Fisher held her chin and kissed her. Her body inevitably became softer little by little, and she was as difficult to support as water in front of him. Fortunately, Fisher quickly reached out to help her.

He held her waist to prevent her from reacting further.

But even so, when their lips parted, Elizabeth inevitably breathed heavier and looked at Fisher in front of her with some confusion.

At this moment, when Fisher spoke again,

"Elizabeth, let's be normal, okay? Let's eat first."

"good."

Poor Elizabeth seemed to have been hit by the confusion from more than ten years ago. She was played by the abominable Fisher and was applauded, and she quietly canceled the punishment she had just spoken.

But obviously they don't feel this way about each other, because Elizabeth only sees each other now. She just wants to have him and doesn't care about formality.

She took a breath, reluctantly rubbed her hot face, and then waved her hand, and some kind of light that conveyed a signal to the cardinal emitted from her nails.

One or two manicures with a red base and gold decoration were inlaid on her fingers. It seemed that they were not entirely for beauty, but also provided Elizabeth with a secret means of controlling the cardinal.

After wagging her finger, she pressed one hand on Fisher's chest. Suddenly a huge force came, pushing him back all the way.

"I've asked Diane to bring food later."

Elizabeth gasped and pushed Fisher step by step into her boudoir. Then, she pushed him onto the soft bed and suppressed him under her body.

She licked her red lips, held down Fisher under her with her right hand, and heroically untied the complicated hair knot behind her with her left hand. The next moment, her long, silky golden hair flowed like a waterfall.

Then, he followed the falling force and gently patted her back, as if the goddess of beauty had descended.

"As for now, just be good and let me eat you, Fisher."

"Can't you finish your meal first? You don't want Diane to bump into us later. I don't mind, but she can't see me. Are you afraid that she will suspect that you are making some strange noises alone and then have random thoughts?"

Elizabeth's golden eyes swayed dangerously, and she sneered and said,

"Diane is a smart person and knows what not to look at and what not to listen to, because once she does, I will probably pluck out her eyes."

"This is too cruel."

"You don't like it?"

"I do not like."

""

Elizabeth squinted at Fisher, then smiled and obeyed him,

"Okay, I'll change it as you say."

"Then after dinner"

"no."

"I am in a normal state now. If I don't eat, I will be very hungry and have no strength. I can't just let the cows plow the land and not let them eat grass, right?"

This is a lie.

When doing this kind of thing, Fisher doesn't need to eat at all and is still full of energy. There is no such thing as "if you don't eat grass, you can't plow the land".

It's just that Diane's situation is special. He can't treat her like a hard-working personal servant like Elizabeth. He should always be more careful.

In addition, Fisher actually had something to say to Elizabeth, so he did not wait for the sage's time to speak again.

Fortunately, Elizabeth still trusted Fisher, not to mention that the reasons he put forward were indeed irrefutable.

So after hesitating for a moment, she sighed and gently let go of the hand holding Fisher's chest, moved away from him, and lay beside him.

The long golden hair spread out beside her, and she gently covered her face with her hands, revealing only one golden eye, and still said,

"After dinner, there is an ultimatum. I can't delay it any longer. Or should I say, Fisher, you don't want to do it at all?"

At the end of the sentence, Elizabeth's voice also became strangely calm, and the calmer it was, the more dangerous it was.

Fisher, who was lying next to her, turned his head to look at her and said with a smile,

"How could it be? To tell you the truth, I thought about this more than once when I was eighteen years old."

"Then why were you still the same as Little Chicken? I remember I hinted at you more than once, or did you not understand my hint at all?"

"No, I understand."
To be continued...