The little god lives on the high tower all year round, only accepting the respect and kindness of the maids and not knowing the dangers of others.
Even though his hand had left, she could still feel the touch remaining on her skin.
I instinctively felt embarrassed and couldn't help but cover my butt.
This reaction was very interesting, and Icarus couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
As soon as Icarus let go of her, the little god realized his situation belatedly, and for a while he didn't know whether to block the top or the bottom.
But she is not stupid, and she also knows how to move her hair in front of her body to block it.
With a red face, his voice was as thin as a mosquito and he stuttered: "Many, thank you, great priest."
But her long black hair was spread in front of her body, which indeed blocked a little of the spring sunshine for her.
But half-covering it gives it a bit more hazy beauty.
Icarus narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes darkened a bit.
But when he spoke, there was no trace of desire in his deep and charming voice.
"From today onwards, I will be responsible for cleansing and singing for Lady Yunia until the day of her baptism."
Hearing this, no matter how shy the little god was, he could only suppress his shyness and walked into the pool under the watchful eyes of Icarus.
The pool is not high, the water level is only half the height of an arm.
The little god subconsciously wanted to bend his knees, but found that the water in the pool was very clear and had no choice but to give up.
Then she saw Icarus picking up a long wooden spoon, scooping up water from the pool and pouring it over her shoulder.
The water was very cold, different from usual. She shivered from the cold and couldn't help but moan.
Icarus glanced at her.
Then she saw a drop of water running down her shoulder line. She trembled and fell from that high place.
Icarus' throat tightened.
The singing voice became darker.
He scooped up another ladle of water and poured it over his other shoulder.
Watching countless water droplets flowing down that beautiful body, finally gathering in the pool.
He narrowed his eyes and covered up the light in his eyes.
Just listen to the delicate and soft voice of the little god.
"Water cooling."
Icarus raised his eyes and said, "This is water made from the melted ice and snow in the mountains. It needs to be collected and transported down the mountain at three o'clock in the morning every day. It is the purest water and can wash away the filth of the world."
What he means is that this water is very precious and clean, so you have to endure it even if it is ice.
As soon as the little god heard this, he obediently accepted his fate.
Very easy to bully.
It feels like even if he does something extreme to her, as long as he makes up a justifiable reason, she will obediently cheat her away. Maybe she will help count the money with a silly smile after being sold.
Icarus continued his singing.
The little god is also really good and not impatient at all.
She sat in the pool and listened to the man singing with that sexy voice, as if he was really a devout believer.
If Gu Ruojiao hadn't read his information, she would have been deceived by this sacrosanct appearance.
Yes.
On the surface, Icarus is a great priest who has no desires or desires.
But in fact he is a devil, the incarnation of Satan.
He takes pleasure in destroying the world and causing pain.
He even became a high priest in the church because he was so bored.
Gu Ruojiao: "..."
As expected of him!
However, this also shows that the Pope has really fallen. Even Satan did not notice it and made him a high priest.
Just as she was thinking about it, she felt a hand touch her spine.
She couldn't help but wince, and her back curved into a very beautiful arc.
However, the hand did not leave. Instead, it traced a line down her spine, and finally touched her tailbone.
