The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the crimson blood moon hangs in the sky. The night is as cool as water in Camelot, and the streets and alleys of the main city are no longer roaming.

In the land where the Presbyterian Church was located in the southeast, in front of the door of a house provided by the Presbyterian Church for distinguished guests, there was a woman in a pale green veil, her mood was showing her ups and downs, and her mood was showing her ups and downs, looking at the closed door not far away, she hid behind a pillar, and did not know what to do.

The goal in the room is not to be alone, but to be in the same room with important people, isn't the purpose of her coming in in the soup?

Rubbing her hand on her chest, as if to calm herself, the young woman, who was about thirty years old, walked slowly to the door, and put her ear to the door to eavesdrop on the movement.

Hearing this, she almost fell to the ground, and she had already begun to hallucinate two red in her mind. Naked people, rolling on the bed.

"Take your hands away and get up quickly...... Yikes! ”

"If you touch it, you won't get pregnant."

In the room, Jory and Enola were indeed in bed, but they did not take off their clothes. Jory pressed against Enola's body, his hands pressing on Enola's arm to keep her from moving. Leaning down, Jory gently kissed Enola's cheek, from the corner of her lips all the way to her neck, the itchy touch passed from the side of Enola's face to her neck, and the hot air exhaled by Jory finally sprayed onto her chest.

Originally, Enola was still slightly reluctant, and her arms moved dishonestly, but when Jory's face stepped into her chest, Enola stopped moving her arms, and she pressed her hand by Jory, and her eyes looked straight at the ceiling.

Young girls are not deeply involved in the world, they are particularly sensitive to the breath of men, they are easy to blush and shy, and they are embarrassed to look at those things between men and women, and Enola is no longer as immature as a girl. Although she has come alone all these years, she has made love between men and women. She can see it with both rational and emotional eyes.

Rub Enola's chest with your face. Jori, who got carried away and sucked on Enola's body scent, let go of her arm.

Raising her arms, Enola put her arms around Jori's head. I don't care if his face is buried in my chest and moves. Hugging Jory tightly, Enola said with a smile; "Jory, the people outside are gone, don't you get up yet?"

"Huh?" Raising his head, Qiao Li glanced at the door behind him suspiciously: "Leaving so soon, I thought she would have to wait until she finished watching our battle before going back to report." ”

A turn-over Jory spun off Enola and lay down beside her.

Seeing Jory get out of his warmth so decisively, Enola probably understood his actions, he was obviously doing it for the person outside.

But when Jory got out of him, he lay down to the side. Breathing was still unappetly rapid, and Enola could even feel the longing surging in Jory's body not quenched. Turning her head, Enola pressed it to Jory's chest, and the two lay silent on the bed for a moment.

Enola suddenly asked, "Do you want it?" ”

Neither of them is an ignorant boy or girl. What men and women really want in their emotional moments, they both know.

Her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyes were watery, and the faint fragrance that Enola exhaled lightly warmed Jory's ears, her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was a touch of sorrow and guilt between her eyebrows. It is a wife's duty to cater to her husband, but what makes Enola sad and guilty. Now she is not ready to fulfill the obligations of a wife.

"Sorry, please give me a little time, it won't be long before I can ......"

Jory rolled over and kissed Enola on the forehead, preventing Enola from saying more. Jory stroked Enola's long hair. He whispered in Enola's ear, "Why be sad, I love all of you, not just your body. ”

Although Jory said so, Enola could clearly feel that Jory was patient. And it's very uncomfortable to endure, and this kind of patience is not a day or two.

Sticking out her face, Enola pressed her head against Jory's chest, preventing her from seeing her expression. Clutching the collar of Jory's clothes, Enola shrunk back, and she curled up beside Jory without saying a word. Jory stroked Enola's hair until her breathing calmed and her heartbeat calmed down, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Due to entering Camelot in order to avoid being identified, Jory had already removed the coat of arms, and after he calmed Enola to sleep, Jory broke up his body into a mist and put Enola's body firmly on the bed. Dripping blood and falling to the ground, Jory transferred the Demon Genjo through the blood tide, and when he opened the Demon Genjo, he asked about the Demon Genjo himself and asked about the anomaly he saw.

After proposing, when Jory and Enola got close, although they could feel her sincerity, they always felt that something was missing. When Enola is intimate with him, she will always take the initiative to retreat to a certain extent, and with Jory's understanding of her, Enola is not a woman who will back down because she is shy.

"I feel like Enola is hiding something from me, can you predict what she's hiding?"

Jory is not afraid that Enola will frame him in turn, if that is the case, it is okay, Jory will only be sad at most, but he is afraid that she will hide something that Jory can't accept at all, and make him more painful than sad despair, such as that she is terminally ill or dying but does not say it......

The odds of this happening were slim, but Jory didn't want it to bud in the slightest.

The master had a request, and the Demon Source Code would naturally be faithful to it, and it opened several pages with a clatter, and froze on a blank page of paper. Ink gushed out from the inside of the page, staining the blank paper with a large amount of ink, and the spiritual black ink began to wander on its own, and the demon Gendian prepared to paint his own prophetic painting.

However......

"Master, I can't draw it." The demon source has a single-handed attitude.

The ink on the pages of the book disappeared like ice and snow melting. Just as Jory's face was gloomy and he was about to throw it out, the Demon Genjo said, "I can only predict the future related to you, and I can't predict the outcome, I can only predict the process that is destined to happen. ”

"Then you prophesied to me how long Enola's marriage with me would last!"

"I'll try."

Once again, black ink poured out of the blank pages, and the ink smounds on the pages on their own, and Jory looked at the ink on its own, he could not understand how this mysterious method of foreseeing the future worked, he could only wait.