With a "grunt", Arthas was startled by the sound of his own saliva, and asked dryly, "Little ...... Xiaoshuang, what are you doing here? Arthas couldn't help but be a little glad that he had half-knelt on the soft couch in order to be able to see Frost's sad face, making enough room for a certain swollen/swollen/rising evil/evil/part.

Frost Grief tucked the skirt that he had pulled under his knees and pressed it down, supported his body slightly with both hands, turned his head hard, his face was full of grievance and fear, and said delicately: "Master...... Please punish me! Xiaoshuang did something wrong, woo woo ......"

Be calm, well, don't fall for the tricks of this mad girl, Arthas admonished himself in his heart. But the reality is cruel, and the lower / body of Ben / up reminds this little prince who is extremely mature mentally and physically that he wants to take his eyes off the full moon-like / round / buttocks is not something that a mortal male can do.

Seeing Alsace's demented expression, Frost's sad heart was greatly satisfied. Although searching for soul memories is a very laborious task...... But Frost Grief has time and energy. After taking Arthas through the flow of time, in order to be able to "bewitch the master", Frost Sorrow spent a lot of time and energy, and while Arthas slept, he picked out almost all the knowledge that could be used to help/entertain between lovers from the memories of his previously devoured souls, and studied it carefully. The current Frost Sorrow can be described as an "encyclopedia" that crosses racial boundaries and records countless humanoid creatures over thousands of years. ,…,

Seeing what he had learned from the extravagant aristocrats, this method of aiding and entertaining called "tuning/teaching" succeeded in attracting his master, and Frost Sorrow was greatly encouraged and continued to seduce Arthas. The little magic sword began to swing his hips slightly, so that the muddy/round/full/full curve drew small circles in front of the little prince, and whimpered: "Master...... If you want to punish Frost, please don't hit my small/ass/thigh......"

Alsace has done its best. But he still couldn't stop his gaze, following the seductive movements of Frost Sorrow's hips. Hearing Frost's sad words, the little prince suddenly felt extremely angry-this...... What's so small about this? This little frost who loves to lie must be punished! Well, it is up to the self who represents the Light to sanction her!

Conflicted, entangled, resistant, however, Arthas finally raised his hand that had nothing to do with the Light, and slowly stretched out to the full moon of sin—just a small touch, it should be fine, not beyond the reach of a ten-year-old child, right?

"Whew~" Arthas breathed a sigh of relief; "Hmm~" A long moan/moan floated out of Frost's sad throat. When Arthas's hand finally touched Frost Sorrow's buttocks, he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and impulse, and was no longer satisfied with touching it, but gently pinched it a few times. ,…,

"Master......" Frost Sorrow maintained the same position as before. Motionless, his dark eyes seemed to be dripping with water. "Hmm." Arthas was busy exploring the new toys he had discovered, humming in answer to Frost's sad call. "How does it compare to that small/breasts/part woman?" Frost's sad eyes narrowed into a small slit, and his expression was a little weird.

Arthas was completely unaware of the trap hidden in Frost Sorrow's words, and subconsciously replied: "Much better than Winlessa...... Although it is not completely certain, Frost Sorrow's body is completely built according to Arthas's favorite proportions, but at least Frost Sorrow's small/fart/strand, which is very much in love with Arthas now.

"You ...... How can you do that! An abrupt shout interrupted Arthas's reverie. It's broken—Arthas screamed, twisting his head stiffly—Winlesa Windranger, the "small/breast/part woman" in Frostmourn's wound, the High Elf Ranger whom Arthas called "hips/hips feel far inferior to Frostsorrow", is staring angrily at Arthas, or rather the hand he placed on Frostmourn's hips/buttocks. …,

"Uh...... Listen to me, Winlesa...... "Arthas decided to make a little effort to salvage this embarrassing situation, but for the first time found that words were so powerless—in broad daylight, in front of his fiancée...... Let's be considered a fiancée, flirting/flirting in the carriage, and mentioning people's ...... Feel there...... Arthas felt that a person like him would simply die. ,…,

"Enough, you don't have to explain!" Wen Lesa got up from the soft couch excitedly. I finally broke free from the dream of being with Arthas, and when I came back to my senses, I saw such a messy picture. Oh my God—do these two men still know what shame is?

In fact, when Winlessa came to her senses...... Alsace is still in the middle of a tangle between "touching" and "not touching". For some reason, although Wen Lesa felt that the actions of this little / lust / ghost and that poisonous tongue woman were very shameless and obscene, she did not make a sound, but just covered her face with her hands and peeked through her fingers to see what the couple was going to do.

Even when Frost Sorrow asked Arthas which felt better between Wen Lesa and her little fart/stock, Wen Lesa was ashamed and angry, but because of the little competitiveness in her heart, it didn't stop Frost Sorrow from comparing herself, after all, Wen Lesa also wanted to know whose hand it was...... It feels better in the hand - in case it's your own...... Although I am very shy, I can use this to deal with the ridicule of the poisonous tongue woman about the size of my breasts/parts in the future!

So. It's not so much that Winlessa's anger is now a shameless act towards Arthas and Frost's grief, but rather that she hasn't received a satisfactory answer - her breast/part has been lost, and now even the touch of her buttocks/part has been defeated by the woman with the poisonous tongue? ,…,

Wen Lisa was a little reluctant - it must have been because she wasn't ready for that time, if ...... If I also put on the same shameless posture as the poisonous tongue woman now, that little / lust / ghost will definitely know himself again...... And their own fart/shares!

Arthas didn't know what Winlessa was thinking about this nonsense right now. The only thing he knew was that he had offended Winlessa. Alsace felt that he was a little embarrassed, and he knocked on the front partition of the carriage without hesitation, and said to Mograini: "Mograini, stop, I'...... I want to make it easier! ”

Mograine quickly stopped the carriage, and Arthas glanced at Winlesa, who was flushed, and Frost Sorrow, who was still lying on the soft couch and writhing at herself, and fled away from the carriage. Of course, if Arthas knew that Winlessa's hot cheeks were not because of anger, but because of shyness, maybe the guilt in his heart would have been lessened!

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