The General’s Cat Always Wants To Climb Into My Bed

Chapter 42: Yulia's Secret (2)

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His Royal Highness Yulia was born with gorgeous eyes and natural demagogic powers, and at this time he was also making good use of this talent.

He is now wrapped around his brother's body, even if the sun is strong, he is still like an ambiguous and damp water monster.

His palms were extremely restless, sliding from the opponent's back to his waist, and even slowly turned around and slid into the other's clothes.

It was clearly him who was overwhelmed at first, but now he forced the other party to raise his head slightly with an unbelievably warm kiss back.

"Well… "

The cold fingers made the other party gasp for breath, and brought out an annoying chuckle. His lips moved away from Yulia's tongue and tongue, leaving behind a long stretch of ambiguous water and a few silver threads.

The corners of his lips licked the taste of the other party he had contaminated, and he reached out and raised the chin of the person below him.

"It seems that you really miss me, at least your body is very honest."

Yulia narrowed her eyes, but kept her fingers: "Am I more honest, or are you more honest?"

"...Okay, um..." The man sighed softly, frowned slightly, but didn't refuse, "Little bastard, I was thinking about this in my head, and it really didn't change at all before I left."

Yulia liked the other party's appearance, raised her chin slightly sexy, and looked at him contemptuously, because the previously ignited lust made his breath heavy, and he could feel the other party's wide and undulating chest, it must be as beautiful as he remembered of white honey.

The person here is quite handsome. His Royal Highness Yulia has never read books since he was a child, and he is not very good at finding adjectives. After thinking about it for a while, he can only come up with a mess of words like so beautiful.

Ferdinandia came back in a hurry. In order to come back early, he was not known. Obviously, he took great pains, and he was obviously not very comfortable.

There was a faint blue shadow in his eyes, and there were even a few unruly stubble on his chin, looking more pampered than usual...

Yulia thought for a while, not knowing what to say.

But this did not affect the movements of his hands.

Even so, Ferdinand is still very handsome. He has long hair. In this country and age where individuality is valued, his long pale blond hair is not obtrusive. But a few strands of hair will fall out.

His handsomeness is not particularly intuitively related to his description of whether the wolf is not embarrassed, because his handsomeness is innate, a temperament that is both unique and nurtured, making him seem to have a gentlemanly demeanor even so.

Yes, even in this ambiguous and obscene action.

Yulia recalled her evaluation of the other party back then: beasts in clothes.

The word beast is tailor-made for this man.

Ferdinandia was slow and slow, and there was an excessively deep arc on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that Yulia didn't seem to be restrained at all, he didn't want to disarm and surrender so quickly, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He straightened his waist and stretched out a hand to put Yulia's two restless wrists together. Together, he held it high above his head.

"Little bastard," he scolded again with a soft laugh, but it was attached to the other person's ear, and he couldn't hear the scolding. Instead, it was like a lover's murmur, sticking together somewhere, "What do you want to do?"

Yulia's arm was raised high, and his gorgeous eyebrows became more and more shocking, with a relaxed and oppressed beauty.

"I want to fuck you."

He was concise and to the point, even though he was below, he was still provocative.

No, he's not provocative.

He licked his swollen lips and tongue, and something bright flashed in his pupils, obviously looking at each other with anticipation, and the arm raised above his head did not intend to resist.

The man on him separated his two legs with one knee, sighed twice, and didn't care about his provocation, just looked at him condescendingly, as if he was patrolling his own territory.

"It's not that you want to fuck me," his fingers still squeezed Yuria's chin gently, "you want to squeeze me dry, right?"

How could Yulia be provocative, clearly seduce.

"Oh," His Highness Yulia, who was used to wandering, smiled directly at the man on his body, bent his knees and pushed him, "Come on, you are so capable, come and fuck me."

"..." Although he was used to the other party's open mouth, Ferdinandia's eyes were still dark, the curvature of the corner of his mouth deepened, and the curvature of the raised chin on his hand was also two points higher.

"Why, haven't you been fucked enough before you left, you were crying and shouting at that time..."

"Snapped-"

The two were startled, the sound of the crisp porcelain plate falling to the ground was obviously not expected by the two of them.

Yulia sank in his heart and looked at a corner of the door. He didn't know that Ferdinand was coming back today, and he didn't tell others not to come in just now. They were having a good time, but obviously, the maids didn't know.

The maid who broke through the royal secrets looked up at them almost tremblingly. She was probably too scared, her eyes were reddish, her fingers were still shaking, and she quickly squatted down and started to collect the pieces of porcelain.

The romantic Highness Yulia rarely felt that the other party was a little familiar, and suddenly remembered that he had picked up a fallen vase for the other party not long ago.

Ferdinand got up, Yulia continued to lie on the wicker chair, but her eyes were fixed on this side.

The young maid was at a loss to pick up the pieces. Because of the panic and shock in her heart, even though it was not difficult, her fingers were cut in an instant.

The red blood flowed on the flawless white porcelain, which was even more shocking.

However, she was not in the mood to take care of her torn skin and the seemingly unstoppable blood, and a tall shadow slowly enveloped her.

"Fei... Your Highness Ferdinandia."

The maid's voice was trembling, and it could be seen that she was trying to step back. She looked so pitiful, like a soft flower in a storm, or a homeless beast.

Ferdinandia was strikingly handsome and well-dressed.

"be careful."

The maid replied tremblingly, "...Thank you, Your Highness."

Ferdinand looked at the mess that was smashed to the ground. It was obvious that the other party was here to deliver tea. He watched for a while, and then sniffed again: "Is it Xin Duoli's black tea?"

"… Yes, it is."

The maid was still trembling and seemed to be about to cry.

The man in front of him was so relaxed, but his aura was so arrogant that it made her feel horrified.

The corners of her eyes were even more red, as if bloodshot from fear.

"His Royal Highness... I, I have a younger brother at home, I'm sorry, I, I really didn't see anything, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... "

Yulia's eyes twitched.

In fact, he is not as cold as he looks, and his usual flirtatious appearance is not entirely fake, so compared with some extreme coldness in his heart, he also has an extreme soft-heartedness in his heart.

Looking at his brother's smile, he pinched his temples: "... Forget it."

Ferdinand looked at him.

Yulia stood up from the rattan chair in a good time. Unlike Ferdinand, he squatted down to help the young maid clean up the last two pieces.

"Don't be afraid baby, it's not a man-eating monster," he stretched out his finger and touched the maid's head, "but, you won't say it, right, good boy."

The maid's tears fell, and she nodded desperately: "I don't know anything, I will never tell me... Your Highness Yulia..."

Yulia tutted twice, let her back down, and told her not to let anyone in.

However, during this period, he actually focused more on Ferdinandia's attitude. If Ferdinandia stopped, he didn't know how to stop this almost inhuman brother.

This time, however, Ferdinand really didn't stop him.

Yulia still felt a little miraculous, and Ferdinand didn't know how he grew up, and he was even more maddened than his illegitimate son of the royal family.

Today's temperament has changed drastically, Yulia does not think that the other party will change his nature, but feels a little scary.

So he subconsciously stretched out his fingers and touched the other's forehead.

"Oh, you're not sick."

He seemed to sigh regretfully.

Ferdinandia: "..."

Ferdinand's hand crossed and hugged Uriah directly by the waist. This is Uriah's afternoon tea rest place. No, but then after Ferdinand liked to come here too.

The reason is very simple and obviously completely free to imagine.

After the incident, Yulia's waist trembled badly, and she looked at the top of her head a little bit uncontrollably.

The top of the head is very beautiful, and it is an aerial view made of green vines.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yulia didn't really think about it. After this kind of thing, there will always be a momentary sense of self-loathing, commonly known as "sage time". Male creatures who think in the lower body usually can't help but be serious for a short while after solving the problem of the lower body. .

Whether or not Ferdinand had it, he had it anyway.

But something suddenly flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help asking, "I'm thinking of Shen Zhifan."

Ferdinand was playing with his hair, raised his eyebrows, and put one leg on the other side domineeringly: "Do you miss him?"

His Royal Highness Yulia rolled his eyes elegantly: "I'm thinking about your relationship with him."

"Oh, I'm jealous," Ferdinandia smiled, and he reached out and patted Yulia's buttocks, "Baby, you are different from him."

Yulia didn't know if it was because of "sage time" and couldn't help frowning at Ferdinand's touch: "You didn't tell me before."

Ferdinandia turned his eyes and thought for a moment: "He was originally a knife that I have raised for many years."

Yuria squinted at him.

"You're different," Ferdinand said quickly turning the subject, "you're the um... ass I've raised for many years."

Yulia: "..."

Even if he was joking, he occasionally wanted to kill his brother.

He sighed heavily, feeling a little funny.

In a huge family, in a huge palace.

Brothers are not brothers, and brothers and sisters are not brothers and sisters.

Anything.