"Frost, you ......"

Arthas wasn't much of a man/woman, but he wasn't ignorant, and he knew that some fluid was going to flow from his place just now, but now he ......

"Hee-hee, Xiaoshuang swallowed it!"

Frost's sorrow said with a sweet smile as if he was asking for merit and reward.

"But Frost ......"

Arthas was stunned for a moment, if he remembered correctly, Frost Sorrow seemed to have said last time that she would have a bad stomach if she ate her own things......

"But what?"

Frost Sorrow asked with a winkling pair of large, sparkling eyes.

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

Arthas was still unable to tell what Frost Sorrow had eaten.

"Oops!"

Frost Grief suddenly screamed, a look of horror on her face.

"What's wrong Xiaoshuang, does your stomach hurt?"

Arthas hurriedly asked, could it be that Frost Sorrow ate his own...... Does it really feel bad?

"It's soft!"

Frostmourn looked up and said pitifully to Arthas.

"What?"

Arthas glanced down at the place where Frost Sorrow was pointing, and it dawned on him.

"It's a normal thing...... It's always going to be like this. ”

Arthas explained.

"Really?"

Frost Sorrow, thinking that she had broken her master, reached out to the treasure of Alsace with teary eyes.

Not long ago, he was still raising his head, but now he hung his head weakly like a wilted grass stem.

As soon as Frost Sorrow's cold little hand touched Arthas's skin, he couldn't help but shiver. And the thing that came into direct contact with Frost Sorrow's body became more and more wilting.

"The hosts. It doesn't move! ”

Frostmourn said to Arthas in a panic.

The little magic sword grasped Arthas's treasure with both hands, stroking it back and forth from top to bottom. But the big stick that could only be caged by crossing his hands in the frost sorrow still did not improve.

"Little Frost...... Well...... Don't worry! ”

Arthas felt uncomfortable, and despite his weakness, his own thing could not withstand even such a slight irritation.

"But it's not moving!"

Frost Sorrow said as she eagerly slid her hand up and down.

Before, as long as you do it yourself, the master's there will be very soon...... Squirting something unpalatable, but now......

Frost Sorrow would rather those things be more unpalatable than the owner's baby lying on its stomach!

"Ahem...... Small frost. Don't be in a hurry, let's ...... Let's talk? ”

Arthas knew that he would not be able to recover for a while, and it was not just him, but every man.

"Is it really okay?"

Frost Sorrow reluctantly let go of Artace's baby, letting it hang down in the crotch of his master, a heavy lump.

For Frost Sorrow, as long as you can be with your master, you can do whatever you want, and it's a shameful thing. It's okay to chat, tell a story, or just snuggle up with two people.

However, the little magic sword is worried that if he can't make his master happy in this regard. Soon the owner will be snatched away by other women!

What is the saying? If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grasp the man's ...... That thing!

But since the master said so......

Frost Sorrow sensibly moved her body upwards and pulled Arthas to lie down on the bed.

Although the little magic sword is much larger than Alsace. But she curled up like a kitten. Snuggled up to Alsace.

"The host ......"

Frost Sorrow sniffed Arthas's breath and felt his presence - the little magic sword couldn't tell what kind of breath it was. Maybe it's the smell of Arthas, maybe it's the smell of his soul, all in all, it's a smell that reassures Frost's sorrow.

Frostmourn rested on Arthas's chest, which was still immature and lacked strong pectoral muscles.

But Frost Sorrow still likes it very much, whether it is a strong master, a weak master, an adult master, a child-like master, as long as it is Alsace, Frost Sorrow likes it very much.

Frost Grief caressed Arthas's chest, felt his heartbeat, and suddenly had an idea.

"Master, you also come to touch Xiaoshuang!"

Frost Sorrow said suddenly.

"What?"

Arthas was taken aback.

"Come on!"

Frostmourn tugged at one of Arthas's hands and placed it rudely and directly on his chest.

"Master, you also come to touch Xiaoshuang, so that you will ...... soon"

Frost Sorrow's face flushed a little, and she glanced down quietly—huh? Still no response! Is it because the owner hasn't touched enough?

"I ......"

Arthas was embarrassed, but his hand shook involuntarily.

Frost Sorrow let out an ear-wrenching moan, while Arthas felt the overflow of fullness, bulging/swelling, yet bouncy.

It was a feeling that Alsace was reluctant to let go.

"Hmm...... Master, it's okay to push harder! ”

Even though Frost Sorrow felt that her body was about to burn because of her master's hand, she encouraged Arthas to go further.

Whatever the owner likes, Xiaoshuang is desperate to do it! -- This is the belief of Frost's sorrow.

"Hmmm......"

Arthas didn't push harder, but he had been suppressing the beautiful body of Frost Sorrow for a long time.

As if returning to the first night with Gianna, Arthas could no longer suppress the wild desire in his heart, and he rolled over and pressed the frost sorrow under him.

"The host ......"

Frost Sorrow did not resist in the slightest, she obediently wrapped her hands around Arthas's neck, and two slender and powerful thighs quietly wrapped around Arthas's body, like a beautiful snake.

"Little Frost ......"

Arthas's hand gripped Frostmourn's chest/mouth, even though it was full/swollen in a way that his young hand could grasp.

With an inexplicable murmur in his mouth, Arthas called out the name of Frost Sorrow, and then slowly lowered his head under the expectant and confused eyes of the little magic sword.

"Hmm......"

Frost Sorrow's eyes showed a look of surprise, but her mouth had been only gagged by Arthas.

A simple gesture of Arthas made Frost Sorrow wild, and her arms used great strength, so that Arthas, who wanted to taste it, was quickly lost/lost in Frost Sorrow's cold and sweet red lips.

The two slender and sturdy thighs of the little magic sword also wrapped around Arthas's waist, eager to drop the whole person on him. (To be continued......)