It is said that the two kissed and fell in love, just like dry wood meeting fire, or the Weaver Girl meeting the Cowherd. They hurriedly found a hotel nearby, opened the door, and rolled into a ball in the room...
Hey hey hey…
"You're drooling." Looking at Medea who was caught in inexplicable delusions, Ask reminded her.
Medea silently wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, thinking that this base had been reached, and the next step was to focus on attacking the second level, which was physical touch in more sensitive parts.
As long as Ask got used to the intimate touch, he could then reach third base in one go and trick him into going to the hotel and getting a room.
She thought hungrily in her heart, and the hand holding Ask became restless, and she secretly touched down when he was not paying attention.
Then "bang", he was caught by Ask.
"What are you doing?" Ask asked with a frown.
"What's that bulge in your trouser pocket?" Medea said with a smile, "Show it to me."
"Just a wallet," said Ask.
"I don't believe it." Medea rubbed her hands together, "I want to check it myself."
Ask had no choice but to take his wallet out of his trouser pocket and show it to her.
"What else?" Medea expressed dissatisfaction.
"No more." Ask patted his thigh, indicating that the bag was empty.
"I don't believe it! Let me feel it!" Medea pulled his belt and pretended to touch him, but Ask grabbed her chin, and she hesitated uncomfortably like a goose with its neck choked.
"Woman, you are playing with fire," Ask warned her seriously.
"I want to fuck you... No, I like you." Medea's cheek was stuck in his claws, and she said vaguely, "Are you tired? Let's go get a room first."
"You mean rest?" Ask frowned.
"Yes, yes." Medea nodded quickly.
"But I refuse." Ask let go of her, "Put your dirty hands away."
Here it comes again! The captain's steely straight man mode... Medea felt helpless, knowing that she was too distracted and too impatient just now, which aroused his vigilance.
However, Miss Succubus still did not give up, and tried to make amends and said:
"Is it okay if I'm tired? I want to get a room and rest."
"Alright. Since you can't handle it anymore, today's activities will end early..." Ask pretended, making Medea's eyes widen in anger. She quickly changed her words:
"I'm not tired anymore, let's continue playing."
"Really? Don't force yourself." Ask said hypocritically.
"I'm really not tired..." Medea wanted to cry but had no tears. She could see that Ask's dullness and lack of understanding of romance were all deliberately pretended.
This man is so bad!
She walked forward in a gloomy mood, but soon regained her joy and vitality.
After all, this is a world belonging to her and Ask.
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In the Normandy Palace, Sidlifa's "recognition test" is in progress.
The method to test the bloodline is to draw a tube of blood from Sidlifa, place it in the room together with more than twenty bottles of other human blood, and then send a Fenrir wolf into it.