【Ding! The male protagonist's favorability is +20, and the current favorability is 50. Suddenly the sound of the system's prompt sounded in my head.

Lorraine drank water and blinked.

What did he do just now?

The next second, he turned his head sharply to look at the bed.

The man was still lying quietly on the bed.

Lorraine looked back suspiciously.

So, what exactly did this vixen dream about?

He took a slow sip of the cup in his hand, and then turned his head sharply to look, but there was still no movement.

Disappointed, Lorraine snapped the cup on the table, walked back to the bed, climbed onto it, raised her hand, and tentatively touched the vixen's face.

【Ding! The male protagonist's favorability is +0.The current favorability is 50.】

Lorraine: "......"

Tsk, make him rejoice.

I couldn't help but raise my hand again and touch the vixen's face.

【Ding! Male protagonist's favorability -5.】

Lorraine jerked her hand back.

You can't touch it!

lowered his head and suddenly met the seductive eyes of the fox spirit.

The vixen was looking at him quietly.

Lorraine crossed his hands and put them on his lap, very calm: "You have a big mosquito on your face, I want to pinch it to death, but I can't bear it when I think of it having your blood on it." ”

The vixen looked at him, and the corners of his lips suddenly hooked up into a smile.

I don't see believe it or not.

Lorraine chuckled in her heart.

Paralysis, why is this kind of look so much like a traitor!

"King~" The corners of the fox spirit's lips hooked slightly, and he called him gently.

Lorraine looked sideways, however, before she could see clearly, she saw a flower in front of her.

It was the vixen who tore off the curtains around them and wrapped the two of them in them.

Lorraine struggled to get up.

But he found that his hands and feet were bound by the curtain, and he could not move at all.

There was darkness in the field of vision, and as soon as Lorraine raised his head, the man's faint fragrance approached.

Lips are soft.

Something pressed down gently, as light as a feather.

It's cool and soft, and it feels good to the touch.

Lorraine fell back into bed.

The brain strikes in an instant.

"King, you also have mosquitoes on your face, a big one. Take a kiss and you'll be fine. The man's voice was close at hand.

There is a faint smile in the beautiful voice.

Each other's breaths are also intertwined.

He heard the beating of a drum in his left chest.

Die.

Hurry up and get it over, he's afraid his heart won't be able to bear this beat.

Luckily, the man was just a kiss from a dragonfly.

Lorraine tilted her head.

Just then, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

But in the next moment, as if encountering something unexpected, he suddenly stopped.

Lorraine paused, then pushed the man away, ripped open the curtain that covered his body, and looked towards the door.

A deacon stood there with his head bowed.

A restless look.

Obviously, this person saw the scene just now.

Lorraine's breath was rapid.

He raised his hand and put his forehead on his forehead, and let out a long exhale.

It doesn't matter, he just wanted everyone to see his immorality.

"What?" Lorraine raised her hand and hugged the vixen, moving skillfully. The movements are lazy and casual.

Hearing this, the deacon, who almost stared at a hole in the floor, raised his head tremblingly, and looked at the merchant king who was sitting on the edge of the wide dragon bed, disheveled, and holding a fox spirit in his arms.

Seeing that the king of Shang was staring at him like a knife, the deacon suppressed the intention in his heart and presented the fold in his hand to Lorraine: "This is the book that Master Wen sent to the king. ”

Lorraine glanced at it and took a few pieces of bamboo slips and looked at them roughly.