"How. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Rhodes was confused by her sudden change of attitude, "I'm really fine, if I can die with such a few injuries, I won't be a perfect artificial human." ”

Ciri's eyes widened and her face was full of horror and insisted, Rod really couldn't do it, so he had to raise his burned left hand to her, but she was still not satisfied: "What about the body, take off your clothes!"

"Huh?"

"Hurry!" the girl screamed as she glared at him.

"What's wrong. Rhodes was frightened by her, obediently untied his belt bag and put it aside, and took off his tattered coat and intact spider silk underwear, and his back seemed to be partially glued to his back, and it hurt to pull it off, and Ciri spread the blanket on the ground for him to sit cross-legged, kneeling beside him and observing the wound on his back.

The silk cloak is indeed invulnerable, but it does not protect the human body from the threat of puncture - if a sharp object attacks the wearer, the spider silk cloak will unresistantly deform as the foreign object penetrates, the effect is equivalent to the enemy covering the weapon with a layer of cloth to attack, although the lethality is slightly reduced, it can still kill people.

In the past, Rod's smooth and clean back was miserable at this time, in addition to the old wound that was stabbed in the afternoon, a few more scratches and bruises were added, and it was impossible to find the perfect place the size of a palm. One of them looked small, not serious, and was bleeding. The enemy's sword stabbed him deep into his body, and it was stopped until the ribs, and the blood gushing out quickly coagulated and stuck the trapped cloth to the wound, and at this moment the clothes were torn off, and the cloth was pulled out of the wound like a weapon piercing the body again, and the wound was torn open at once, and blood came out.

Ciri's face turned pale instantly, and he took off his gloves and reached out to cover the wound, muttering in horror: "Don't, don't...... Rhodes, you don't want to die!"

"What?" Rhodes was also infected by her expression, and thought that the wound on his back was terrifying and hideous, and he was also frightened. The two of them hurriedly looked for something to bandage the wound, and Rhodes quickly took the spare clothes in the bag to her, and when the girl finally managed to make a strip of cloth that was convenient for bandaging, the wound had already stopped bleeding automatically.

Ciri still insisted on bandaging the wound and tying Rod's upper body like a mummy, so that he could be relieved.

"Are you crying?" Rhodes looked back at her, seeing tears glistening in the girl's eyes. Suddenly realizing that Ciri cared about himself more than he thought, he had no fear, and embraced her boldly.

"You ......" Ciri didn't resist, turned her head and wiped her eyes, blurring the eyeshadow, "I was scared to death just now, are you really okay." ”

"It's okay, it's good, what scared you?"

"You'd better let me go...... Everyone who likes me and touches me, ...... He's dead. Ciri's tone became sad: "I'm just a disaster, whether it's a human or an elf, a man or a woman, as long as you are too close to me, it will never end well." ”

Rod froze, if she hated harassing herself, she just said it, why scare herself with such vicious words?

"I'm not threatening you!" Ciri also understood that his words might cause misunderstanding, and hurriedly explained. In order to make Rhodes understand why he was nervous just now, he had to tell him several major events that brought his psychological shadow - the stories of all the people who were close to him, but did not end well: the Elven King Aine El who stripped her naked and threw her on the bed, but died violently after drinking the aphrodisiac, the female thief who slept with her all day and finally died under the bounty hunter's sword, the merchant who had crushed her under her and unbuttoned her clothes, but finally died in her arms...... There are many more relatives and friends she cares about, and the story doesn't end well.

......

"Every time I thought I was going to change from a girl to a woman, the person in front of me would suddenly die...... Maybe this is the 'life of a man', I am destined to die alone...... You've been hugging me for a while, and if you don't want to die, it's too late to let go. ”

Although the words were very hard, the speaker's tone was softer than ever. Rod swallowed his saliva, and involuntarily thanked the two unlucky guys who died before they met Ciri, and the strength in his bones flared up: "I don't believe it, I'm going to hug you today...... I'm going to ...... I'm going to ...... more."

He no longer spoke, but leaned closer, and gently pressed his lips against the soft skin of the witch's cheek and neck, and Ciri shuddered, "Hmm", and the nasal moan was delicate and soft, and even she was startled.

Then she stopped resisting.

Damn, whatever, Ciri calmed down. I'm obviously curious about that thing, and I want to do that thing with him, what's the point of wanting to refuse and squirming like an ordinary girl? Rhodes has always had a good impression of himself as obvious as a loach out of a smooth tidal flat, and I don't hate him, even ...... I like it so much, what's so terrible? I've been running away, crossing, running away, and girls my age have become mothers, but I haven't even tasted it. That damn chastity can't help you escape the hunt, nor can you rebuild your perished Sintra, what's the use of keeping it?

I'm a witch, I'm not even afraid of monsters and wild hunts, but I'm afraid of a little boy?

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Not wanting to look like a weak girl who had been forced, Ciri turned to face him. The emerald eyes were slightly moist and sparkling and seductive in the night, looking straight into Rod's eyes...... Things began to take shape naturally, and Ciri wiped the blood from her hands on the blanket that lay on the floor, and wrapped her arms around Rod's neck.

After making sure that Rod was okay and figuring everything out, the nervousness turned into an unbearable itch in his heart. When he came back to his senses, the distance between the two had already reached zero, and they were touching their lips and teeth, and it was obvious that Ciri was not doing this, and Rode, who noticed this, was surprised and delighted, and was so excited that he wanted to explode. The young man's strong adaptability to learning allows them to synchronize their rhythm quickly and harmoniously, and both of them gasp for breath and almost forget the whole world. Rod's hand was placed on the girl's waist and held her, and his fingertips could still clearly feel the amazing elasticity of the girl's waist and abdomen through the fabric, and the circle of muscles stubbornly resisted his claws, refusing to sink and give in no matter what.

Ciri calmly accepted Rod's touch and kneading, gradually indulging in the pleasure, tilting her head and closing her eyes, the snow became redder, and the warm breath began to become hot, with a thin pant moan. Her reaction encouraged the boy, and Rod mustered up the courage to move up with one hand and caress the beautiful silver-plated belt, from her supple and slender waist to her back and breasts, and the other hand crept down to the outer of the girl's surprisingly elastic thighs. Ciri whimpered, and the sound of air wafting out of his nose became more and more seductive, and suddenly a question arose: "Rod, why do you seem to be very skilled......"

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