This is My Heroic Path

An Zhiyu poked again, and the big loli under the blanket twisted her body again.

An Zhiyu poked the big loli under the blanket again, and then lifted the blanket without waiting for her to twist her body again.

Ilya was lying on her side under the quilt, wearing a light white nightgown, raised her seductive red eyes, and said with a smile, "Good evening, big brother."

"Good evening... no wonder! When did you come in?" An Zhiyu had a look of seeing a ghost, he clearly didn't perceive Ilya just now, what kind of magic did he use to block his breath?

Or... because I was thinking about the reason, so I didn't pay attention to the changes in the room?

"The task of cooperating with Princess Morgan is over today, so I came back early to rest." Yi Liya smiled and hugged An Zhiyu's arm.

"It's too uncomfortable to sleep alone in the room, so I came to see you." Perhaps guessing what An Zhiyu was going to ask next, Ilya answered first.

I'm not used to sleeping alone, but I'm used to sleeping with two... An Zhiyu feels that there are too many complaints, and I don't know where to start complaining.

Ilya blinked her eyes and asked softly, "Can't you stay here, big brother?"

"Can't--"

Before he finished speaking, he took a look at Ilya, and at some point there were crystal clear tears in the corners of her eyes, looking very pitiful.

This...is it too foul to attack with tears at this time? !

Now can I still say no, and then throw Ilya out?

An Zhiyu felt that he could not do such a crazy thing... so he nodded slightly: "Then you can stay here and sleep."

"Well, thank you big brother!" Illya nodded like a chick pecking at rice, seeming to be genuinely happy.

"By the way, I saw you coming out of another room just now, isn't it the foreign visitor today? What are you talking about?" Ilya thought about it. With a strange charm.

"Where did you come from the Bureau of Investigation?" An Zhiyu complained.

Why do you have to ask everything.

"I'm curious." Ilya said, looking up, "But forget it, since the big brother doesn't want to say, I won't ask."

After finishing speaking, Ilya sat on the head of the bed with her small hands propped up on the bed.

All I saw was that Ilya bent down slightly, took off the small white socks that wrapped her little feet, and her flexible toes twitched in the air.

An Zhiyu, who was about to look away, couldn't help but take another look. Illya's little feet are white and clean, as if soaked in milk. The slightly curled toes are exquisite and beautiful, and the manicure is a jelly-like pale pink. .

Sensing An Zhiyu's gaze, Ilya turned her head to look at An Zhiyu, but just in time to see An Zhiyu look away.

Ilya was startled for a moment, then squinted and smiled, climbed onto the bed, and stared at him: "What's wrong, big brother?"

"It's okay... go to sleep." An Zhiyu turned his back and ignored Ilya.

Ilya thought for a while, imitating Morgan's actions during the day, leaned forward, bit An Zhiyu's ear lightly, and said in a low voice, "Does big brother like feet?"

"No... I don't refine copper." An Zhiyu shook his head with a firm expression.

Ilya blinked, her red eyes swirled, she looked at his back up and down, pressed it forward, and said in a low voice, "Really? Are you not interested at all right now?"

"But Princess Morgan said that summoning the Great Holy Grail needs to be filled with magic power."

"This is a bit interesting... No! There must be some other way to fill up the magic power."

"That's what you said, but you are very excited now, big brother?" Illya looked at him faintly, "I guess right?"

An Zhiyu still didn't say a word. He has experienced many hardships and is well-informed. This level of temptation is nothing at all. He can directly push away the temptation of Koyanskaya, and Ilya is naturally no problem.

It should have been like this, but Ilya, who was lying behind her, walked around in front of An Zhiyu at some point, raised her exquisite and small jade feet and gently stroked them, and when the toes touched somewhere, brought The strange sense of excitement almost makes people feel like they are about to soar.

But An Zhiyu still lay down and pretended to be dead, just like a newlywed wife seduces her husband, but the husband is too tired after working all day and doesn't want to pay attention to his lonely wife.

"Oh, it's so boring." Illya sighed, with a trace of resentment in her beautiful red eyes.

Kama can do it, so can Sakura, why can't she be the only one?Do you look down on big loli?

When will the big loli really stand up?

Ilya lay back on the bed bored, feeling a little wronged in her heart.

Obviously he has already achieved this level, does the big brother only like mature women?

Kawaii isn't a mature woman either...

The more I thought about it, the more I felt wronged, and then I recalled what I had done just now. This feeling of wrongedness was magnified again, and Illya's beautiful red eyes were covered with a layer of mist, shining in the dark.

At this time, one of her ears suddenly felt a sense of electricity, Illya's heart skipped a beat, and her petite body trembled slightly.An Zhiyu hugged Ilya's petite body from behind, and lightly licked that cute earlobe that was a little hot.

He is a dignified fish, he will never obey other people's arrangements, and he will never refine copper...except for Illya!

An Zhiyu gently grabbed Ilya's delicate jade feet, and gently scratched her tender soles.

"Don't..." Ilya subconsciously wanted to withdraw her foot, but An Zhiyu got even worse, grabbing that tender white foot and repeatedly scratching the sole of her foot.

"Don't be like this...it's itchy..."

Ilya twisted her feet with all her strength to escape, but An Zhiyu still held one of her jade feet. After repeated kneading, she finally let out a moaning sound: " I was wrong...forgive me, big brother..."

Chapter 475

"Don't be like this... big brother..."

Unfamiliar palms were gently pinching Ilya's little feet, and a strange feeling came from the bottom of her heart, which made Ilya curl up her toes shyly, trying to avoid the bursts of sensitivity and heart rippling from the soles of her feet ripples.