Li Meng's eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes blankly.

The pretty boy slept quietly beside her, his soft blonde hair, scattered on the pillow and tangled with her long brown hair.

She was silent for two seconds.

Only then did he blink, and finally saw clearly under his beautiful neck, the fair complexion without any cover, and the delicate collarbone looming under the quilt.

Below, there must be no clothes on.

Because she didn't wear it either.

Their bodies embraced, and his cold temperature made her gradually sober up.

Last night...... What did she do?

It's like drinking a glass of red wine.

Said it was a particularly sweet fruit wine, and she just took a few sips of it curiously.

And it was broken.

If Cyril hadn't turned into a child, she wouldn't have been tricked at all.

It has been more than a month since I followed him back to the castle.

guarded back and forth, but didn't even prevent his routine.

She sat up in pain, the quilt sliding down to her waist, revealing the ambiguous pink marks all over her body.

She watched quietly for a while, then pulled the quilt up and wrapped it around the body that was not suitable for children.

Because of the movement of the struggle.

Let the young man beside him raise his eyes, he tilted his face lightly, his thin lips pursed slightly, and then he wanted to slowly stretch out his fingers, wanting to hug her.

As a result, the girl frowned, "You ......"

Cyril's fingertips touched her waist.

Li Meng moved away.

She's afraid of itching, it's an instinctive action.

As a result, he was stunned, his beautiful eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a hint of grievance in his eyes.

"Don't you admit it?"

Li Meng: "......"

He snuggled up softly, his hands still holding her, and then his voice was soft and soft.

"You ...... me last night when you got drunk"

An indescribable expression appeared on Li Meng's face.

Something, what, what, you say.

How does she know anything without a process.

Cyril lifted his body lightly and kissed the corners of her lips slowly, his soft eyes with the purity of his childlike appearance.

His voice was soft, even with a hint of seduction.

"Do you like it?"

Li Meng looked at him expressionlessly for a while, and suddenly got out of bed.

The young man behind him immediately grabbed her quilt and pulled her.

His eyes were a little colder, and his voice was slow, "You, don't you want to admit it." ”

Li Meng turned around, frowned, and said, "Nothing happened again." ”

Cyril: "......"

Li Meng: "I don't hurt underneath, I don't feel anything, at most, it's a little uncomfortable to be bitten by you a few times above." ”

Cyril: "......"

Li Meng suddenly realized, "Oh, there is still something, but you are too ......"

She slowly lowered her gaze to him.

Cyril was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was talking about.

His crimson eyes showed a hint of stupidity and incredulity, and then there was ...... Fried hair.

He jumped straight out of bed.

The quilt is all gone.

Li Meng immediately took her eyes off his naked body.

The fried blood clan king pounced directly, reached out to clasp her shoulder, and pulled her into his arms.

The boy's breath is too strong and hot.

His cold fingertips caressed the skin on the back of her neck, causing her to shiver slightly.

The girl's eyelashes trembled, and she struggled.

The beautiful pale boy had already licked the corners of her lips slowly.

His voice was low and dangerous.

"If you don't want to hurt, then don't get drunk in front of me in the future."

He also thought at first, if she was drunk and coaxed.

For example, she coaxed out a sentence that she liked his words.