Chapter 490: Since You Can't Resist, Then ......

Of course, it is impossible for a mortal to starve for ten years, but Frost Sorrow can - from the moment Arthas pulled her out of a cave on the coast of Northrend, spanning two streams of time and countless years, Frost Sorrow finally couldn't bear the desire for Arthas from body to soul, and the little magic sword decided to eat its master at all!

"Little Frost, listen to me, Your Excellency the Queen, she doesn't know when she will wake up......" Arthas noticed Frost Sorrow's gaze looking at him, in addition to attachment and love, in Frost Sorrow's eyes at this time, Arthas also saw a terrifying look like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, but he still made his last effort.

Hearing his master mention the big stupid dragon again, Frost frowned sadly and dissatisfied—what a hate, the first time between husband and wife is the most important moment in life, why is this big stupid dragon here?

Thinking of this, Frost Grief was furious, her body twisted at an uncanny angle, and then ...... With a kick, he kicked the Red Dragon Queen who was lying beside Arthas out of bed.

After a soft "bang", Frost Sorrow refocused his gaze on Arthas, who was already stunned, and asked with a smile, "Dear master, what did you just say?" ”

"I ...... I said...... "Arthas was still crushed under Frost Sorrow, and his hands were clasped to his head by Frost Sorrow; His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron swallowed quietly and then whispered, "I want to say that Her Excellency doesn't know when she will wake up......"

"Huh? Is that stupid dragon too? Where is it? Why didn't I see it? Frost Sorrow smiled and narrowed her eyes. , masking the terrified gaze that made Arthas tremble.

Arthas looked to his side—there was nothing there, only a slightly messy sheet suggesting that someone had been there not so long ago (dragon?). Lie down here.

"Don't make a fuss. Little Frost! Seeing that the sorrowful beauty of Frost pressed against him again, Arthas said loudly, "Didn't Your Excellency the Queen be kicked down by you?" What if she wakes up? ”

"Oh, master, you really are!" Frost Grief stopped moving, straightened up again, and pursed her red lips, "Why does the master always mention that stupid dragon!" Yes! Frost has already kicked her down! But don't worry, master. That stupid dragon is sleeping on the floor right now! ”

Sleeping on the floor? - Arthas was stunned for a moment - he was pressed to the bed / by the Frost Sorrow, and could not see the scene under the bed, but ...... Since the Red Dragon Queen didn't jump up from the ground in a rage, she fought to the death with Frost Sorrow. That means she's ...... I guess I'm still sleeping......

"Master, don't worry!" Frost Sorrow stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips, making the already seductive/seductive lip flap look even more shiny, "That big stupid dragon didn't wake up after being kicked down by Little Frost. It shows how much movement we make. That guy won't bother us! ”

That's right...... Alsace's heart began to waver, but ......

"But, but Frost, my father doesn't know when he will discuss things with Lord Alfonso, if he comes to me for something...... Or what about Her Excellency the Queen? Arthas was still a little worried—when Kalia ran out, the door was closed, but she didn't latch! In case someone suddenly comes in and sees ......

No way! Absolutely not! At least...... You have to latch the door first! - Arthas said to himself in his heart - in case someone comes in. Seeing yourself and the sorrow of Frost...... That's a shame!

"Master!" A gruesome call pulls Arthas back from his distraction, and he discovers that Frost's sorrow has come back to him at some point. The bridge of his nose almost collided with his face, and the cold breath with some inexplicable aroma sprayed on his face and lips, itchy, but very comfortable.

"Little ......" Arthas opened his mouth, but before he could utter a complete word, the little magic sword swooped forward, his lips slightly closed, and he choked Arthas's lips.

"Hmm......" The rest of Arthas's words were muffled by the sad movements of Frost, and the sudden kiss made Arthas a little distracted, he knew that he should resist, but what happened next made him forget about struggling......

Frost's sad lips were cold, and like her body, it had always had a temperature like ice, but it didn't make Arthas's body uncomfortable.

After the first four lips met, Frostmourn's slippery little tongue soon poked its head out of her mouth and began to dot Arthas's lips, which were even smaller than Frostsorrow's.

Frost was sad and the tip of the tongue was like a living thing, and the upper and lower lips of Alsace were quickly taken care of by it, and then, with the cooperation of the lips, the cool tip of the tongue began to lick in a nuanced manner along the lines of the Alsatian lip flap.

Arthas's lips quickly closed tightly, no matter what, he still didn't want to have anything to do with Frost Grief right now, let alone a red dragon queen sleeping next to the bed who didn't know when she would wake up.

Sensing that the road ahead was blocked, Frost Sorrow's fragrant tongue was extraordinarily patient, and until Arthas felt nearly suffocated, it had been roaming Arthas's lips, but Frost Sorrow never let go of his master's lips.

No...... No more...... Although his body is much stronger than before, Arthas is still a mortal who needs to breathe; In the end, Arthas instinctively opened his lips.

Never mind...... I can't resist her...... Alsace eventually chose to give up resistance; He closed his eyes tightly, letting the frost's sorrow whim whim over him.

Frost Sorrow felt the disappearance of her master's sense of resistance—Arthas's lips were no longer closed, and the hands held by Frost Sorrow gave up resistance, and even her body, which had been tense, relaxed and no longer stiffened.

Hee-hee, Xiaoshuang's efforts have borne fruit! --Frost's sorrow whispered in his heart--The master is finally willing to accept Frost! Such an obedient master must be rewarded!

Thinking like this, the tip of Frost's sad and dexterous tongue probed into Arthas's mouth like a dragon in water, and began to turn over the river and the sea. (To be continued......)