"Wait!"

"I don't feel sleepy, I don't need to sleep!"

Ron shouted, and before he could get up and escape from the dangerous bed, the blanket with white velvet on a black background suddenly flew up on its own, curling Ron on the bed into a ball, wrapping his body tightly and preventing him from leaving.

That familiar gesture reminded Ron of the appearance of a stuffy blanket attack.

Unlike the weak and weak stuffy blanket, this black and white blanket was far stronger than Ron had imagined, and even at the demigod level, he could not escape the bondage of the blanket.

"Be good, don't move~"

A pair of small white hands gently stretched out from the back of Ron's neck, slowly wrapping around his neck,

Her body pressed lightly against Ron's back, her jade-smooth arms tightly wrapped around his neck, giving him a soft touch and a warm aura.

Now Ron is not moving, not moving.

Let's move, it feels like I'm deliberately taking advantage of the goddess's body.

Don't move. Do you feel like you're giving in too quickly, a little ruinous to your own dragon design?

At this time, Ron's stiff body was like a dried salted fish, lying straight on his side in the center of the bed.

The Goddess of Death's head rested on his shoulder, her long hair parted, and her breath gently touched his cheek with a touch of tenderness and sweetness.

"Uh, it's a little hot"

Ron's mouth was wrapped in a black and white blanket, and the muttering atmosphere was broken with a sullen voice.

Although this bit of heat is completely fine for his body, the restless heat in his heart is difficult to extinguish.

"I know little Ron hasn't developed well yet, if you can't sleep, I can chat with you~"

A soft voice rang in Ron's ears, and the warm breath made Ron's ears itch a little.

Well, it's more itchy in my heart

It's a pity that the blanket restricts his movements, otherwise the goddess of death will know the fate of "provoking" a dragon.

After a moment of silence, Ron took the initiative to start the conversation.

"I'm just a normal iridescent dragon, why?"

He asked the question he wanted to know the most, and the preference from the goddess of death left him a little dazed.

"Because little Ron is my family~"

Qianying, who hugged Ron tightly behind him, replied softly without the slightest hesitation.

"Family?"

"Hmm."

"But I've never seen you before, and you shouldn't have seen me, how do you know about me?"

"Haven't we met now?"

“.”

Noticing that Ron was a little depressed, the Goddess of Death's voice became more and more gentle and concerned:

"What does it matter if you see it or not?"

"We were originally family, and even being separated would not change that fact."

"And I've known little Ron for a long, long time."

“？”

Hearing this, Ron frowned.

Listening to the goddess of death say this, it is as if she existed a long time ago.

But counting his previous life, he has lived for less than 30 years in total, could it be that the other party is old and recognizes the wrong person?

Or is it said.

The black and white blanket that senses that binds itself seems to be gradually loosened,

Ron simply squirmed and turned around, ready to talk to Death head-on.

He felt the need to clarify that point and avoid misunderstandings.

As if sensing Ron's movements, the two small hands that had been tightly surrounding him also loosened slightly, allowing him to have space to move.

As soon as Ron turned his head, he met those dark inky eyes.

It was a pair of heavy black eyes, as if they had crushed the sunlight and rubbed gold into the black.

They lie on their sides, staring at each other.

The distance between the two was less than ten centimeters, and Ron could even clearly feel the gentle breath blowing on him.

"Me"

Ron was about to speak, but his mouth was blocked by the red lips that suddenly came over.

"Woo woo"

That familiar feeling is back.

Unlike last time, though, Ron didn't resist violently this time.

He just got used to the rhythm for a while, and then put his backhand around the other party's soft body.

Ron could clearly feel the other man's body suddenly stiffen.

The goddess of death was obviously frightened by his bold actions, and her fiery body trembled involuntarily.

"I'm definitely the first dragon in the multiverse to dare to soak in the god of death."

Ron thought silently to himself.

Then he simply didn't do anything, directly turned defense into offense, and began the first small invasion journey.

"Woooooo

This time, the person who wants to break free has become the goddess of death.

Unlike Ron's desperate struggle before,

She seemed to be afraid of hurting the arms that hugged her tightly, so she only dared to twist her body slightly, gently patting Ron's back, wanting to leave this bad guy who was getting closer and closer.

Therefore, you can't be too soft-hearted in "fighting", you will be bullied if you take care of your hands and feet.

Just like the goddess of death now.

The two of them remained in this position for a while.

Until the breeze blows, the white moon light in the sky slowly rises to the highest point, indicating that the night is already halfway over.

After making sure that the other party didn't dare to move his hands and feet again, Ron let go of his mouth.

"Poof!"

A crisp sound echoed through the room.

Looking at the goddess of death trembling with his hands on his chest in his arms, Ron finally regained some of his usual feelings.

"Boom~"

He smiled grimly, looked at the goddess of death and asked:

"Do you dare to sneak up on me in the future?"

"I was wrong"

The goddess looked at Ron with teary eyes, as if she were a little girl being bullied by a bully.

Seeing this, Ron laughed even more wildly.

"I'm telling you, gods can't just talk to people, especially"

Before Ron could finish his victory declaration, the goddess of death interrupted him:

"But I still dare~~"

"Uh-huh???"

Looking at the goddess of death who suddenly changed to a grin on her face, Ron suddenly "became furious".

He was just about to give the other party a "verbal" education.

The other party suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Ron's shoulders and pressed him underneath, two white jade-like palms tightly pressed Ron's hands.

"Little Ron was in such a hurry, it scared me."

"Next"

The tip of the snake swept over her rosy lips, and the goddess of death grinned at Ron beneath her, revealing a smile of triumph.

Looking at the goddess of death riding on his body, Ron's eyes widened.

"I was wrong."

"Woooooo

The whimper of the young dragon echoed throughout the Tower of Death,

It's really sad for those who hear it, and weeping for those who listen to it, so it's not miserable.

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A day later

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"Whew-"

The goddess of death gently blew a puff of white mist

The white mist turned into a brand new quilt.

Ron lay in the middle of the bed with a spoiled expression on his face, letting the white fuzzy quilt cover him.

It seems to have happened, and it seems to have not happened

The clothes between the two were intact, but the atmosphere was murmuring.

"I'm not clean anymore."

Ron looked at the ceiling without love, and his heart was sad for his distant temperance.

Although the body was not touched too much, the souls that the two of them had just glued to did everything that should and shouldn't be done.

Ron's chastity seemed to be there, but it didn't seem to be there.

"Well, it's getting dark again~~"

The goddess of death leaned against the head of the bed, her slender legs pressed against Ron, and looked at him meaningfully.

"Shhh

Ron grabbed the quilt in horror and wrapped his body in an instant, then looked at her vigilantly, curled up in the corner of the bed and shivered.

It was as if what was in front of him was not a goddess, but a demon.

"Really, little Ron, you look like I'm going to eat you."

The goddess of death chuckled, then pulled the quilt hard, squeezed in and hugged him tightly.

"You're still here!"

"Don't move, rest well, or I'm welcome~"

Ron could only let the other party hug his body in humiliation.

Since you can't resist, let's enjoy it.

The faint scent of bellflower penetrated into his nose, as if it was a blessing left by the goddess of death, which gradually calmed Ron's mood.

In a daze, Ron's eyes grew heavy and his consciousness blurred, and he finally closed his eyes tiredly.

He actually fell asleep.

In the light of the moon

The goddess of death clenched her right hand into her cheeks, her soft gaze carefully studying Ron's sleeping serene face beside her.

A small hand as white as jade gently brushed his cheek, feeling the temperature that belonged to the living.

"It's great to see you again."

Ron seemed to feel something, and his eyelids twitched subconsciously.

The goddess of death sighed lightly and withdrew her hand.

Then she tilted her head sideways and slowly leaned her soft body on his chest, quietly listening to the beating sound of life.

"It would be nice to be with you all the time"

(End of chapter)