"What else are you afraid of? Are you afraid that this king will eat you?"
The feeling of having her soft body pressed underneath her is really not that comfortable.
What are you afraid of? Isn't it that he, a big pervert, will suddenly become animalistic and eat himself into his stomach?
"What should I do? I, the king, really want to eat you in one bite?"
His big hand rubbed her cheek, and her voice became hoarse.
Xiaoxiao clearly saw the growing lust in his eyes, and panicked, reaching out and pushing him hard.
"Don't move..."
He panted heavily, turned over and got off her, and took her into his arms, "Go to sleep, I won't touch you."
I will not touch you for the time being. When I return to the palace, I will definitely come back even harder...
Someone with an extremely evil heart was lusting after the seductive image of Xiaoxiao being pressed under him. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and somewhere, he suddenly had a reaction.
"Damn it!"
Xuanyuan Che's face darkened. He was too hopeless. He reacted just thinking about it?
After seeing off Xiaoxiao, he got up and got out of bed. There was a small river not far from the tent, and he had to go and lower the fire.
"Don't run around, I will be back soon."
Xuanyuan Che seemed to be holding back something and walked out of the tent with a frown. Xiaoxiao thought to herself that he must have shushed.
By the time Xuanyuan Che came back again, Xiaoxiao had already fallen asleep.
The small body was the same as before, curled together like a kitten. Xuanyuan Che walked over with tender eyes. His hair was not dry yet and was wet. He wanted to hold her in his arms, but he was afraid that she would get wet.
He took off her clothes, thought about it, and sat down on a chair nearby.
The sky was getting brighter, and Xuanyuan Che woke up early. When he opened his eyes, he felt pain all over his body, especially his neck, which was sore.
His little Weiyang was still asleep, and if she saw it correctly, there seemed to be something shiny flowing out of the corner of her mouth.
I walked over and sat on the soft couch, and saw that the little guy was drooling.
As if feeling his breath, the little guy stretched out a hand, grabbed a corner of his robe, wiped his mouth vigorously twice, turned over, and continued to sleep.