The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

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Lor held Ilandani's hand with his slender white fingertips, as if he was accompanying a noble and beautiful woman to the dance floor, about to dance together.

The only drawback is that this is not a gorgeous dance floor, but a gloomy and silent dungeon.

The boy's delicate bare feet stepped on the ground, and his white, naked legs added a touch of brightness to the dungeon.

The two men crossed the Gate of Thorns. This dungeon was built underground in the Palace of Thorns. Originally, sunlight should not have been able to shine in, but now, Lor knew why.

Originally, the Palace of Thorns had thorns climbing on the walls, but at least the main building was intact. But at this moment, countless thick thorns replaced the originally magnificent palace walls.

The ceiling of the entire palace was blown away by the blood-red thorns, and almost half of the area was reduced to ruins. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the thorns and fell directly into the dungeon.

"Ah, this is all thanks to you."

Ilandani said lightly.

"If you hadn't woken up that woman, this place would be better looking."

The fingertips of Lor's hand trembled slightly, revealing his inner fear.

The almost natural disaster-like scene before us was what was left of the battle between the Grand Duke and Ilandani that day.

At that time, even though there was no successor, Ilandani was already so powerful, and now she is the new Grand Duke of Thorns, and this place is still in her most core territory.

Just thinking about it, Lor felt that the despair in his heart was almost swallowing him up.

The two walked together to a hall that was not destroyed by thorns and came to the long black dining table.

"sit."

Ilandani sat down gracefully, and after hesitating for a moment, Lor sat down next to her.

On one side of the dark purple wall, there is a huge deer head hanging. Its antlers grow as ruggedly as coral trees and are more than one meter high.

In the fireplace next to it, some kind of pine wood was burning quietly, emitting a faint aroma.

If you ignore the big and scary deer head, this picture is actually quite heartwarming.

This is the restaurant of the Palace of Thorns. This is not the first time that Lor has come here. He had dined here before when he was pretending to be friendly with Ilandani.

As Lor was thinking about this, he saw Ilandani clapped her hands lightly, and a group of maids in black maid uniforms walked into the room.

Everyone stood aside holding their dishes, waiting respectfully. Each dish was exquisitely made and the presentation was impeccable.

"Eat it. If you like, let them get you more."

The maids brought the meal to the table in front of Lor in an orderly manner, and then left in silence. Lor and Ilandani were the only ones left in the empty restaurant.

Lor picked up the knife and fork, silently cut a piece of grilled sausage that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside and put it into his mouth.

Having not eaten for a long time, Lor ate very slowly to allow his stomach to digest the food slowly.

Ilandani watched quietly from the side as Lor ate in small bites like a hamster. The blood thorn meant that she no longer needed to eat extra food.

After watching for a while, Yilandani suddenly spoke.

"Amor's Tears don't seem to be as effective as rumored. Can you tell me why?"

Lor was holding a spoon and bringing the milky corn soup to his mouth. When he heard Ilandani's words, his hand trembled, and the milky soup splashed onto his collar, with some falling on his delicate collarbone.

broken.

Lor's face turned pale and he didn't dare to look at Ilandani. The spoon remained in its original position.

"There really is something fishy going on..."

Ilandani squinted her eyes, looked at Lor's stiff expression, calmly picked up the handkerchief, and affectionately wiped the milky soup on Lor's collarbone.

But his eyes were fixed on Lor's face, like a falcon locking onto its prey.

"Could it be that some of the drugs you took before were real, and your body has developed drug resistance?"

"Yes, if it's the Secret Abyss Sect, it's not difficult to get some medicine that's tainted with the aura of the god of love... I really underestimated you. It seems that I still have to increase the dosage."

"...No, please don't, Master."

Lor looked at Ilandani in horror as she took out the small bottle that was emitting the evil fragrance again, her face turning pale.

"Be good, stick out your tongue."

Ilandani stood up, walked in front of Lor, looked down at him, and there seemed to be tiny sounds around her.

Lor had heard it many times. It was the sound of thorns spreading and growing. They climbed on the ground and approached him little by little.

Lor stared at the white glass bottle in Ilandani's hand, knowing that he could not resist. He could only hope that Miss Yasha could still help him get through it this time.

He raised his head resignedly, looking at Ilandani with a dazed look in his eyes, and obediently stuck out his tongue with an incredibly charming movement.

Seeing this, Yilandani's face looked a little better and she comforted him, "Don't be afraid, as long as you are obedient, I will make you very comfortable."

As he spoke, he slowly tilted the bottle, and transparent liquid flowed out drop by drop, leaving a crystal clear trail in the air.

It drips accurately onto the pink little tongue.

Last time he only poured a little into his hand and put it into the boy's mouth, but this time he poured a full six drops.

Soon, the surging desire overwhelmed Lor, and he chose to throw himself into her arms almost immediately. He hugged Ilandani's graceful waist and raised his head, his eyes full of burning desire.

Ilandani lowered her head and looked into Lor's eyes, and found his gaze captivating.

His skin was originally as white as mutton-fat and warm jade, and after being stained by the medicine, it had a layer of crimson hue, making him look white and rosy.

Just like a fully ripe fruit, it tempts others to swallow it in one bite.

Yilandani took a deep breath, but her eyes fell uncontrollably on the boy's bright red and tender lips. She asked while resisting the urge to kiss him.

"Good boy, tell me, what are you hiding from me?"

"Master, I'm sorry..."

The plaintive voice, with a fatal tremor, scratched the heart like the cry of a kitten.

"Actually, I don't want to call you master."

"..." Ilandani frowned slightly. This was nothing. If she wasn't afraid that too large a dose would burn his brain, she would have wanted to add a little more.

The breath of the God of Love is obviously real, so why is the effect so poor?

"Then what do you want to call me?"

Yilandani asked coldly, but she heard the young man's gentle and charming voice ringing in her ears.

"Mom~"

Reason was completely taken away at this moment.

Completely ignoring the possibility of residual medicine in the boy's mouth, Yilandani held the boy's face and kissed his delicate lips madly.

This time it was not a careful savoring, but a ferocious plundering like a wolf, wantonly invading this softness and sweetness.

A strange and subtle fragrance permeated between the two of them at the same time, until the suffocating long kiss ended. Lor's delicate red lips became even brighter, with a layer of enchanting moist watery glow.

Ilandani's eyes were also tinged with a strange red, and just as she was about to have a satisfying meal, a faint light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

She closed her eyes with difficulty, and the spreading thorns pulled Lor away from her arms.

“…I almost got caught.”