What's going on?

Shu Ange stood up from the bed, the magic lamp was lit for a few minutes, and the ice-blue eyes of His Royal Highness Heshir were like those of the first time the ice river was solved, surging with unbearable charm.

Her breath stalled for a moment, and His Highness Hehir was close in front of him, looking at her condescendingly, his long, slightly curly blonde hair, draped over his shoulders, revealing a pair of pointed ears.

His skin is as delicate as fine porcelain, flawless, and his appearance is like that of a moonlight goddess, making it impossible to take your eyes off.

"Your Highness, you-"

Shu Ange's words were blocked by His Highness Heshir again, and his slender arms gently took her into his arms, and then leaned over and kissed her.

This kiss was soft and tender, like a spring breeze blowing through her heart, leaving ambiguous traces.

The sweet and cold familiar liquid was crossed into Shu Ange's mouth with a long kiss by His Highness Heshir. Abundant with life force, growing madly in her body, her realm faintly showed signs of breakthrough.

Shu Ange leaned back slightly, not knowing whether to refuse or cater for a while, His Royal Highness Hehir encircled her in his arms, and the two of them had already fallen on the bed in a daze.

The two of them sank into the large bed that was as soft as a cloud, and His Highness Heshir's slender and dexterous fingers untied Shu Ange's skirt.

The routine of playing cards that did not follow common sense at all made Shu Ange stunned, and his cold fingers lingered on her delicate and smooth body like warm jade.

Shu Ange resisted the temptation of beauty and grabbed the hand of His Highness Heshir.

He took one hand in her grip and unbuttoned her long skirt with one hand, and His Highness Heshir's robe slipped to his chest.

The skin of the two was close to each other, one cold and one hot, so that Shu Ange couldn't help but moan softly.

"Your Highness Heshir, we can't do this, please calm down......"

Her hoarse voice made her rational words tinged with ambiguity, but His Highness Hehir suddenly stopped moving his hands and closed his ice-blue eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Your Highness."

The Shu'an singer leaned against Hehir's chest and called softly, but he didn't seem to react.

Just as Shu Ange breathed a sigh of relief and was about to push Hehir away, he suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dim light, Heshir's eyes were as clear and translucent as glass, and his light skin was as attractive as fresh milk, he first looked at Shu Ange's eyes, and then realized that the two were intimate and close.

There was a faint pain in his arm, and His Highness Hehir propped up the bed with his hands and slowly left Shu Ange's body.

"Please forgive my offense."

When he straightened up, Luo's exposed chest was infinitely bright, and Shu Ange couldn't help but look at it twice.

Judging from the appearance of the two of them, as well as the mysterious liquid that His Royal Highness Hehir gave her when he kissed, Shu Ange seemed to have earned it.

It's just that the two are not very familiar after all, and they sit in the same bed in the middle of the night in rags, with a suspicious flush on their cheeks, which is an embarrassing thing.

Shu Ange took off half of His Highness Heshir's long skirt and quietly lifted it, and when she looked up again, she found that His Highness Hehir had already put on his robe and was standing elegantly by the bed.

He didn't leave immediately, and for a loyal and conservative elf, making such an offensive move to a stranger of the opposite sex, even a human woman, was definitely not something to walk away with.

But His Highness Hehir didn't know what to say and do, and the two of them could only have an intimate relationship when they became partners in the elven clan, and they would never leave each other for a lifetime.

However, the two had such an intimate act when he was completely out of control. When he came to his senses, the two were even strangers.

His Highness Heshir's silence made Shu Ange even more embarrassed.

Obviously, the person who took the initiative to provoke this ambiguous turmoil was His Highness Heshir, but she had a feeling that she had taken advantage of the danger of others to start chaos and abandon her.

"Ahem, Your Highness, you don't have to take this matter to heart. If I'm not mistaken, something seems wrong about you, and there's a reason for this to happen. Let's work together to recover the Life Source Stone as soon as possible. ”

Shu Ange, who was supposed to be the "victim", preemptively said the lines of "offender", and Hehir's eyebrows knotted slightly and responded.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, but I'll give you an explanation when I find the Life Source Stone."

After His Highness Hehir said this solemnly, he turned to leave, leaving Shu Ange with a bewildered expression.

What does it mean to give her an explanation? Does that mean to be accountable to her?

The door closed, and Shu Ange's eyes flashed with His Royal Highness Heshir's demeanor when he solemnly explained, and he couldn't help but show a warm smile.

No matter how many planes you have changed, no matter how many times you have changed, no matter what kind of character you show.

In fact, his soul has never changed, he is loyal and dedicated to his feelings, and has been waiting for her arrival.

Shu Ange fell sweetly on the soft bed, and the fresh smell of grass and trees left by His Royal Highness Hehir made her feel extremely happy.

On the other side, His Highness Hehir rolled up the sleeves of his robes, revealing his newly wounded arms.

The wound had almost healed, and the elven clan's recovery speed had always been extremely fast, his fingers stroked the scar, and his eyebrows furrowed to reveal a puzzled look.

After he woke up, he did have some abnormal behaviors, but most of them went to the tree of life alone in the middle of the night to cultivate beside the fountain of life.

Before Shu Ange appeared, he had never offended any of the elves when he was out of control.

To say that he covets the beauty of a human woman makes no sense. But what is the reason that when he is out of control, he can't help but be intimate with her, and he also crosses the blood mixed with the water of the fountain of life into her mouth.

In Heshir's mind, she carefully explained all kinds of common sense in human society, and she was a kind and enthusiastic human woman.

"Target person's opinion +7, current opinion 37."

The system prompt sounded, and Shu Ange sighed, and his smile became brighter.

She looked in the direction of the door and sat cross-legged, gathering the vigorous life force in her body, intending to absorb and refine it.

His Highness Hehir crossed to her mouth with the water of the legendary Fountain of Life. No wonder so many people coveted the three holy relics of the elf clan so much, Shu Ange's cultivation speed improved by leaps and bounds, and even she herself was amazed.

If His Highness Hehir visited a few more times in the middle of the night, Shu Ange was afraid that he would rewrite the legend of the cultivation realm and become the fastest monk to break through the Jindan stage.

The night passed quickly. Sunlight crept through the cracks in the vine-filled windows, and the magic lamp went out of its own accord.

Although he can clean himself up with dusting, Shu Ange prefers to use cool water to start his day.

After washing, she restored the room to its original state, removed the key hanging on the wall, and prepared to check out.