Frederick heard the three nouns "Elena", "sister", and "me" at the same time, and compared them side by side, and suddenly found the priority that he cared about the most, and suddenly thought to himself, "How can it be!" If Filia and I get involved, she will become a commodity that is snatched up by the demigods, just like Elena?"

Filia didn't want to listen, she lowered her head aggrievedly, scratched her nails at the wooden table, and muttered angrily: "I don't want to be overestimated by you." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIs it necessary to give up the right to weakness to be patient......? I also want to lower my posture in the crook of other people's arms. ”

When she lowered her head and muttered, her cheeks were red with alcohol, her eyelashes drooped and trembled, and this delicate loss made Frederick grit her teeth and blurt out the truth: "Because I want to protect your weak appearance, I am so impulsive to become stronger, I am so anxious to strangle the gods - I have seen fate, so I want to delete it, rewrite it, and let you be your original self, and become the kind of person you like." And I will transform into a sword to cut through thorns and thorns for you. ”

Filia suddenly heard the unexpected words, her heart was like being burned on a fire, she trembled in the excessive warmth, her chest rose and fell sharply, her red hair flicked, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him.

Frederick didn't have time to look away, and the sight of the two men was like a car accident, and they didn't move when they collided together. Because Filia's eyes were not only pure and serious, but also beautifully embellished by curled eyelashes, when she looked at Frederick with her red lips slightly open, she was caught off guard by cuteness. In the dim goose yellow light, Filia's melon seed face was so charming that even Frederick's swallowing could not relieve the dryness of his throat.

Seeing that Frederick couldn't take his eyes off it, Filia was surprised that she could charm him, and the tenderness in her heart suddenly turned into a trickle, and she spoke slowly, so as to comfort him: "Whether you hesitate or be decisive, I will not dislike you, because you can't help but protect the people in your vision, and this is what I like about you." What I hate the most is that you don't hate death, don't say that next time, it will make me scared...... No matter what bizarre things you do, it's just a kind person who has been twisted into a distorted appearance by current politics, and it will only make me restless and want to comfort you, not ......"

She tilted her head and comforted Frederick softly, wanting to say more things that he could not normally say while he was drunk, but Frederick was already so moved that he reached out and held her face at some point, stared into her eyes obsessively, not only did not go drunk, but listened to her quietly.

Filia was so seen that her body floated up, and she was obviously saying words of comfort, but as she spoke, she stood on tiptoe, leaned up to him, and comforted him with her lips. She didn't know how she had come to this, she just felt a fire burning in her chest, and she was so sultry that she was looking at him, eager to respond to him with a hot kiss, and fidgeting if she didn't do something out of the ordinary with him.

Then she delivered it to the door, pursed her lips and touched him.

She thought that the kiss was stamped with her lips, but it triggered the active volcano buried in Frederick's heart, and as soon as the red lips touched, Frederick reached out and held her face, tilted his head and bit her lower lip, sucked it tightly, and kissed her to death, which made people immediately begin to suffocate, calling her "En, ahhhhhhhhhhh

Filia's eyes widened in fright, only to feel that the smell of wine had roughly crossed into her lips and teeth, and the smell of Frederick's mouth made her head itch, and her strength was also drained, and her two hands were raised for a while and lay softly on his shoulders, and her slippery and sensitive tongue did not know where to hide, and for a moment she was sucked out of her debauched, so comfortable that she clamped her long legs, and people floated to the sky; as if Frederick were like a mad angry horse, aggressively invading her territory, trampling on her reserve, occupying her sanity with a constant thrill of trembling, and not allowing her to resist.

This made Filia both drunk and scared.

She knew that only a drunken Frederick would take over her body and bring a moment of pleasure. She was afraid that she would lose herself, that she would become a mistress before she had time to be a wonderful lover.

Therefore, she is both nostalgic for this fleeting entanglement, and resistant to this overly hasty occupation. Just as she was gasping for breath and tangled, Frederick suddenly pushed the chair with a "bang", pressed her against the back of the chair against the wall, and reached out to support her trembling chest, the round snow-white career line looming under the collar buttons, and the pink lace bra printed on the white shirt.

Filia was frightened, but he sucked the tip of her sweet tongue, and she couldn't protest, her hands were raised to her ears in a panic, and her waist struggled and twisted slightly, as if she was happily pandering, as if she herself wanted to fall, and the fawn was curious about what would happen next. Although she would never admit this wish, if she did resist, Frederick would have been thrown out of the window, smashed through two walls, and fainted on the side of the road.

Frederick grabbed her breasts through her shirt without question, and immediately made Filia proud of her dress, and thought, "Sure enough, he likes this," and nudged him gently, hesitantly struggling, because her chest was pinched.

Frederick then emboldened himself with wine, pretending to be drunk, unbuttoning a button with one hand, reaching in and pulling his bra in an attempt to occupy the high ground of desire. He rubbed this time, and the filia was trembling, and her expression was so confused that she was so drunk that she seemed to scratch the itchy place, and her body trembled with pleasure, her spine was comfortable, her chest felt more itchy, and she wanted to try more, and she squinted her eyes in an instant, her hazy gaze was full of vague desire, her face was red and at the mercy of others, and her tongue that was kissed also took the initiative.

However, when Frederick tried to undo the second button, Felia suddenly restrained her desire, grabbed him by the wrist, and pushed him away.

Frederick was thrust lightly against the glass window, and opened his eyes with the smell of wine, drooping his eyelids, only to see Philia approaching with her career open. He couldn't see anything in his blurred vision, only to see the glittering tears on her charming face, and then he heard Filia whisper in his ear:

"When you wake up with a hangover, you forget the joy we had when we tasted a kiss. There is no meaning without memory, so our relationship cannot be determined by alcohol. ”

A cold tear hit Frederick's face, and though he could not think, he vaguely guessed that the cold tear had come from a hot kiss.

Frederick gasped at the window, drunk and overpowered, like a fool, and looked at Philia dimly. She looked down at Frederick reluctantly, her fiery red hair falling on his face, which was smooth and cold to the touch, and it was extremely nostalgic.

Filia was reluctant to leave, and wanted to say to him with all her thoughts, struggling between friendship and intervention for two seconds, she looked at him and smiled, wiped the tears from her face seriously, and continued to comfort him: "I just like people like you, so I won't lose to Elena." I can catch you because I have the ability, and if I can't catch you, it's none of your business. So don't fret. ”

Because Frederick's eyes were already foggy, Felia dared to speak presumptuously. At this moment, she seemed to have strengthened her determination, no longer lonely as the moon and bitter love, but to compete aggressively like the sun. Her resolute and subtle smile, her serene gaze full of power, made her immense.

Frederick's eyelids drooped, he shuddered twice, and suddenly pushed Filia away with all his might, and she tumbled on the ground, squirting out all the wine she had drunk, and vomiting into the dark.

Filia jumped to the side, holding her face, looking down at the mess, her eyes wide and thinking, "So you drink so much!" Quickly buttoned her buttons and waved to the bar on tiptoe: "Hey, someone vomited here!"

Lisa came over with cleaning tools and muttered commonplacely, "Ignore him, guy with a bourbon bottle is destined to get drunk with a splitting headache for one night, and then wake up in the morning in his own vomit." Let's just drag him away and don't let him drown in his own vomit. ”

Filia frowned in protest: "How can this work?" I'll drag him away, and you bring me the towel. ”

She carefully wiped Frederick clean and struggled to help him sit up.

The strength of the liquor came up and turned Frederick into a waste, and as soon as his ass touched the chair, his head slammed into the wooden table with a "thud", and he fell unconscious.

"It's broken. Lisa sighed cross-legged.

Fillia frowned and picked up the bourbon bottle and shook it, there was a commotion inside, and she complained: "I've only drunk half a bottle! ”

Lisa stepped on the slag, covered the vomit, wiped her sweat and straightened her waist, and raised her index finger to share her experience: "Some people drink to buy drunk, and it has nothing to do with the amount of alcohol. People like you who don't get drunk will drink with restraint. ”

Filia paid the bill for Frederick, gave more tips, and smiled seriously: "Thank you for your hard work." Then he thought for a moment, and tried to carry Frederick.

"You want to bring him back?" asked Lisa.

"Hmm. ”

"Carry him like this, and he'll spit on your neck. "Lisa is experienced and well-informed.

"......" Filia loves cleanliness, she can tolerate Frederick's vomit, but she can never accept Frederick's vomit.

But this is not difficult for the knight chief. She hesitated for a moment, easily hugged Princess Frederick by the waist, looked at Lisa and smiled mischievously, "I have wanted to do this for a long time!" and then slammed open the wooden door with her shoulder, went out sideways, and walked away in style.

Lisa stared at Filia's silhouette on her mop, "I want to be ...... like that," she gazed at the back of the chief knight in obsession, staring at the two hips wrapped in her trousers.

It's really warped.

And full.

Like a charming peach.

"Even I miss her. Lisa thought as she bit her fingers, narrowing her eyes slightly, "I'll just draw a beard." ”

Filia's back disappeared into the night, like a drop of water melted into the sea.

Lisa began to think about how she could bend the Knight. (To be continued.) )