Whining...... It's a shame...... I was incontinent in front of that colored/colored human imp head...... I won't have a face to see anyone in the future...... Later, when Ms. Frost saw her pants wet, she would have laughed at her loudly, and maybe she would write a book of poems or novels that would spread throughout the continent, and the name would be "The First Woman to Pee on the Dragon's Back-Winlesa"!

In the last moments, such a strange idea popped into Wenlesa's mind. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info A pure blank suddenly flashed in her mind, which was a little suffocated by holding urine for a long time, and the warm feeling intoxicated Wen Lesa that she even wanted to hide in this warm blank forever and not leave - no one should laugh at the poor little Wen Lesa who peed her pants here!

"Winlesa, wake up!" In the haze, Arthas's voice came from a distant distance, like a fog.

Oh...... Is it...... In this blank space, there is also the existence of Alsace...... That doesn't seem like a bad thing...... A happy smile appeared on the corner of Wen Lessa's mouth.

"Hey, Winlessa, what are you smirking at? It's too late if you don't hurry!" Arthas's voice came from far and near, and by the end, Winlessa could even feel Arthas's breath on her earlobe, tickling, numb.

"Huh?" Winresa was a little awakened by this strange feeling, she opened her beautiful eyes that glowed blue, blinked, and squeezed out the tears in her sockets, and found that Arthas's face was pressed in front of her, full of anxiety.

"Ah, Arthas, what are you going to do?" Winlessa was startled, and subconsciously shrank back, but the distance she moved was imperceptible, and her face turned red again inexplicably, and she murmured, "Is it...... Isn't it a bit too rushed...... We've only known each other for a few days......."

"What's the hurry? Is it your internal urgency!" Alsace looked at Wen Lesa blankly, and wondered a little in his heart—what was going on? Could it be that he had been holding his urine so hard just now that his brain burned out?

"Ah, yes, I ...... Huh, ah, what, this ......" Wen Lesa muttered incoherently, but she had already recovered from her distraction, and hurriedly went to check her lower body, but there was no trace of the water she had imagined.

"What is this?" Wen Lesa was confused, but her nerves, which had been tense, finally had a chance to soothe - she thought that she had finally not been able to hold back just now, and that she had made a super ugly appearance, and it turned out that nothing had happened yet...... No, why don't you feel the urge to urinate now?

"Oh, ah...... Alsace...... You ......" Winlessa, who didn't know what was going on, suddenly noticed something wrong in a daze-that little pervert/ghost Arthas, who was clutching one of his hands at this time and wouldn't let go!

Although there was no resistance, Wen Lesa still felt very shy: "You...... How are you holding my ...... We are still ...... It's not that kind of relationship yet...... "Wen Lesa felt her face hot - this was the first time she had held hands with the opposite sex! Of course, if a child was also of the opposite sex......

"Oh, this ......" A look of helplessness flashed across Arthas's face, but instead of letting go of Winlessa's hand, he explained with a sincere face, "As you know, Winlessa, I can use the power of the Light. ”

"Oh yes, I know. Listening to Arthas's words, Winresa remembered that at the head of the fortress of Dammod, Arthas had treated the wounds of those Riptide Fort militiamen with Mograini who had their fingers cut by the bowstring, and nodded subconsciously, but the doubts in her heart became more and more confused - how could Arthas mention this matter at this time?

"Just now, I saw you...... Listening to your tone and looking at your expression, I think you may ...... It's the limit, huh?" Arthas said hesitantly, Wenlesa didn't understand.

"What limit?" Winlessa blinked her blue eyes, but she glanced at the hand that Arthas was still holding on to—he hadn't let go!Was his own hand so appealing to him?What a strange pervert/ghost who would pay attention to a girl's hand......

"Hmm, you ask me what limit?" Arthas had a stunned look on his face, his mouth growing up as if he could swallow an egg—"Could it be that I was the one who was afraid to pee his pants and cry just now? Of course it's your limit to the toilet!"

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"You...... You won't forget, will you? Just now, you were crying and saying something like 'leaking out'......" Arthas frowned, let go of Winlessa's hand, and placed his palm in front of the glazed Winlessa, shaking it back and forth.

"Stop...... Don't say it...... I remember......" Wenlesa hurriedly stopped Arthas from continuing—something "about to leak out...... It's a shame!

"But...... How do I ...... now" Wenlessa's delicate palm was loosened by Arthas, and she subconsciously put her index finger and thumb together and rubbed it gently—well, warm, comfortable.

"You think you're okay?" said Arthas with a distressed smile on his face.

"Hmm!" Wen Lesa nodded heavily-obviously there was no such soreness in her lower abdomen, and it didn't seem to be tidal anymore between her legs, so she was fine!

"......I see," Arthas had a look of surprise on his face - it turned out that his own actions had given Winlesa the illusion of relaxation, no wonder she had become so strange after she woke up!

"It's a pity, but I'm going to tell you, Winlesa, you're not out of danger...... As you know, I can use the power of the Light. Just now, when you were about to take it anymore, I took your hand and injected the holy light into your body, forcibly dispelling the uncomfortable feeling you just had...... However, this spell has a time limit, so you still have to solve it...... Solve this problem of going to the toilet. Arthas looked at Winlesa and told her the truth of the matter.

"Holy Light?" As a High Elf Ranger, Wen Lesa has been systematically educated in the Ranger School, although she can't use it, but she knows a little about this power - it turns out that the warm blank just now is the power of the Holy Light...... The warmth of his own hand is not the warmth of Arthas's hand, but the warmth of the Holy Light?

After thinking for a while, Winlesa suddenly discovered the point of Arthas's words, and her lovely face, which had been flushed, turned pale in an instant—"Time limit...... Is there a time limit? How long is the time limit?"