There was no hint of charm in his deep voice, as if his actions just now contained no hint of teasing.
The tips of the little god's ears turned red.
I don’t know if it was because I was caught distracted, or because of his touch.
After that, the little god really didn't dare to be distracted again.
Perhaps the chanting had an effect, and her body gradually warmed up. Although the water was still ice cold, she no longer felt cold.
As if he guessed what she was thinking, Icarus said: "My lord, you must learn to control your own power. You are a god. Out-of-control power will bring endless disasters to you and this country."
This reminded her of yesterday when she was in the garden and let the flowers wither out of fear.
So is Icarus teaching her how to control her powers?
She was about to ask, but she heard Icarus say, "Okay, let her get up."
She was stunned for a moment.
"What? Lord God, do you need me to pick you up?"
The little god blushed again, blushing and shaking his head.
She suppressed her shyness and slowly got up from the pool.
Icarus was waiting aside with a cotton and linen towel.
His expression was calm, and there was no trace of male-female affection in his eyes. Just like other believers, there was only piety and respect.
This actually made the little god feel that her shyness turned into cowardice.
So she could only pretend that she was calm and let Icarus help her wipe off the water droplets on her body.
Although the cloth made of cotton and linen is not very rough, it is not soft either.
Even though she kept telling herself not to worry, she could not help but feel the man's hands roaming around her body through the cloth.
She couldn't help but tremble slightly.
I felt like the person behind me was getting closer.
The warmth was ironing on her skin through the clothes.
The cloth covered her body in a half-ring shape.
When passing the top, it seemed to be crushed intentionally or unintentionally.
She couldn't help but moan softly.
The voice was very charming and charming, and the blood in Icarus' body suddenly started to boil.
"What's the matter, sir?" However, he still asked knowingly.
The little god could only shake his head slightly, trying to pretend to be calm.
Just feel...
She couldn't hold herself any longer and subconsciously wanted to shrink her shoulders to hide herself.
But she forgot that the high priest was still wiping her body.
He couldn't help but stammered: "E, Priest Icarus..."
"Um?"
"You, I..."
She stuttered and couldn't say a complete sentence. Instead, the tips of her ears became increasingly red with embarrassment.
When Icarus saw this, not only did he stop, but he became even more aggressive.
He even asked knowingly: "If you don't explain clearly, I don't know what you want to say."
The little god couldn't tell, but she instinctively grasped his wrist helplessly, trying to use her little strength to stop him.
I feel the temperature behind me is closer.
"Sir, what are you doing? It is blasphemy to put on your clothes without wiping off the water drops."
"I, I want to myself..."
"No, my beloved Lord God, serving you, the noble one, is what a loyal believer should do."
One sentence easily silenced the little god's words.
The little god has lived in a high tower since he was a child. Let alone quarrels, he has few people to talk to, let alone argue with each other.
She vaguely felt something was wrong, but she couldn't find anything to say to refute it.
She is just more shy and stutters even more, almost turning into a cooked shrimp from shame.
Icarus finally put away his evil intentions and let her go.
