Random quick travel: The paranoid male god wants to force love again

The tenderness on Imogen's face condensed, "Why?"

"Because you forced me yesterday and I was angry, so I refused to accept anything from you!" Jiang Miao angrily turned around and glanced at him quickly, but her eyes were attracted by the plush cushion in his arms.

This hair is very easy to touch at first glance.

Jiang Miao thought to herself, her hands a little itchy.

Imogen didn't miss his reaction. The darkness in his eyes was slightly thick. He hugged the plush cushion in his arms with a disappointed expression and was about to leave. "Since you don't accept it, forget it. I originally wanted you to sit down now." It must be uncomfortable to sit on, so I made this soft and comfortable cushion with my own hands overnight. It seems that it is destined to be of no use, and I can only use it as firewood."

"Wait!" When Jiang Miao heard that he was going to waste everything, he got up from the bed in a hurry and grabbed his sleeves. The pain in his body could not make him let go, "Hiss... you can't burn!"

The pulled Imogen looked at him sadly, "Why? If you don't want my things, why should I keep them?"

"You, you...I..." Jiang Miao held her waist, feeling anxious and in pain, unable to say a complete sentence.

Imogen's heart tightened when he saw his lips turned white. He quickly placed the cushion under him, let him sit on it, and gently kneaded his waist.

Jiang Miao noticed his movements and at first thought he was going to be a gangster again. His body stiffened slightly and he did not dare to move. But gradually, the pain in his waist eased, and he slowly relaxed his vigilance and relaxed his expression.

Imogen looked at it and asked in a low voice with a smile: "My skills are not bad, right?"

Jiang Miao wanted to do a split, her cheeks instantly turned red, "Who, who knows."

"Huh?" Imogen raised his eyebrows, a little amused, "I asked about massage, what are you thinking about?"

"..." Jiang Miao turned from shame to embarrassment, "That's what I said."

He touched the plush cushion under him, trying to calm down his shock.

Imogen kneaded for a long time and then asked: "Are you hungry? Do you want me to ask the maid to bring something to eat?"

Jiang Miao subconsciously wanted to refuse, but touching the plush hair under his hand, he hesitated and nodded.

The specialty snack of the Elf Kingdom mentioned by Imogen is fruit pie made from Elf Fruit.

But Jiang Miao didn't know that the food he ate was so luxurious.

After eating, he found that his waist was no longer sore and there was no pain anywhere.

Jiang Miao was a little confused, could Imogen's massage technique still have this miraculous effect?

But think about it, he is an elf, so it is not unusual to have this effect.

After eating and drinking enough, my body no longer hurts. It would be unreasonable not to go and pay greetings to the queen.

Imogen followed Jiang Miao to the queen's palace.

When the queen saw them coming and caught a glimpse of the ambiguous marks on Jiang Miao's neck, she immediately felt embarrassed.

A dignified prince of an empire is being held hostage by others, and if he tells it, others will laugh out loud?

"Good morning, Queen Mother. I am late. Please forgive me, Queen Mother."

The queen hummed coldly, then locked her gaze on Imogen and said, "The marriage is over, and so are you, Pris...so can you fulfill your promise now?"

"Promise? What promise?" Imogen looked confused.

The man pretended to be dumbfounded, and the queen's heart skipped a beat, her face turned green, anger arose in her heart, and she scolded: "Imogen, what do you mean by this? Are you kidding me?!"

"So what?" Imogen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his attitude was extremely bad and arrogant, "Do you think I will resurrect the enemy of our elves who destroyed the country?"