don't make me wear a skirt

Oh, who moved his quilt? !

Lytle's drowsiness disappeared without a trace, and he turned his head indifferently.

In fact, indifference is just the expression he imagined, he only heard his own voice trembling: "What are you going to do?!"

"Help you reduce the swelling." Hecha grabbed his waist and put it on his knees: "Do you want your butt to stink and rot?"

Lytle's scalp tingled.

God, it was a wrong choice to go into this bedroom. Only a fool would send a sheep to a wolf, and the ready fool was himself!

"Can I refuse?" Lytle racked his brains and said weakly: "Then you will see my ass, which is a very rude behavior."

With a hint of pleading softness, Hecha managed to laugh: "What are you afraid of? Or think I'll do something wrong with your ass?"

Lytle silently accused the man in front of him with the eyes of "Isn't it?" If this guy hadn't been in heat with his face, it can still be believed, besides, he stripped his pants, what if he saw his little chirp? manage?

"It's useless to be afraid." Hecha touched his head.

In the next second, Lytle's nightdress was completely lifted up.

"Aww!!!" His thighs and buttocks were exposed to the moist air together.

Lytle felt his little chirp hanging obediently on Hecha's knee without restraint, and couldn't help tensing his legs nervously, didn't he notice it?He must not have noticed!Oh, this guy is looking intently at his ass!

A bruise on the snow-white hills and valleys is particularly obvious.

The wound is close to the crevice, which is a good place.

Hecha wiped the hot towel dry and covered the wound, and did nothing more.

The pain in the butt was not so great, and the moment the hot towel covered it, Lytle arched up comfortably.

Of course, this is just the beginning.

Lytle was almost asleep by the hot towel, but Hecha removed it, and the cold air made him tense again.

"Are you comfortable now?" Hecha asked gently.

Because of the heat, the snow-white color was dyed a large amount of crimson, making it look extra cute and beautiful, and it also became more attractive.

"It's...not bad..." The warmth is really comfortable, and the pain is gradually relieving, and it doesn't seem to be terrible. Tettle asked expectantly: "Can I put the skirt down?"

Hecha unscrewed the ointment: "No, you still need to apply the medicine."

"Why do you have so many things?!"

In order not to expose Xiao Jiji, Lytle could only put his legs together tightly, and now he was sore and tired, and he could hardly hold on anymore!

He wanted to complain a few more words, and the next moment, cold ointment was applied to the wound.

After repeating several times, the fingertips began to move around.

Lytle tensed his muscles in fright.

Damn - is this guy touching there? !

"Oh... oh... you, you can't put your finger in there, I'm not hurt there!"

Lytle waved his hand away, dropped his skirt, sat up and glared at him.

Hecha blinked innocently.

Lytle jumped out of bed depressedly, and while walking, he found that the buttocks did not have the pain of throbbing just now.

But that doesn't make him ignore what this guy just did!

"I want to go back to sleep!" Lytle picked up the quilt angrily.

"You dare to step out of the door." Hecha Youyou threatened: "I will finish what I didn't finish just now."

Lytle suddenly clamped his buttocks.

"You wouldn't be so cruel, would you?" After finishing speaking, he wrapped himself into a ball, only showing his head.

He Cha smiled: "You can try it."

Lytle walked back reluctantly.

However, he walked for 5 minutes and only advanced one centimeter.

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "Are you standing still?"

Lytle wanted to wave his hands wildly, but in fact his claws couldn't get out of the bedding at all, so he shook his head several times.

Time passed by, Hecha stopped looking at him, and lay on the bedside sorting out the criminal evidence of Earl Omans, only the pattering rain was left in his ears, and when he looked up again, he saw that he was getting farther and farther away. The little boy who was getting closer and closer to the door was quickly approaching the exit with a joyful and cheerful expression.

"Where are you going?" Hecha brought him back.

Watching the distance from the door getting farther and farther, Lytle finally gave up, rolled on the bed a few times like a rice dumpling, found a comfortable position and did not move.

Is there anything worse?

The candle lamp was extinguished, and Hecha slowly climbed onto the bed, and looked at him in the dark, with warm breath on his face, and he could even count his eyelashes clearly.

Lytle emphasized: "I don't count this as an escape."

"Hmm." Hecha quietly waited for him to continue.

"So you can't do anything to my ass." Lytle stared at the pressure and closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly: "Go to sleep."

Hecha's fingers touched his lips, Lytle opened his eyes immediately, and the bright black eyeballs gradually moved to the middle, he dared not open his mouth, for fear that this guy would stuff his fingers into his lips.

"Nizigu's hand?!"

God knows which finger he used just now to apply the medicine!

Doesn't this guy look dirty at all?

What you stuffed in your ass and want to stuff it in his mouth again? !

As the questioning sound fell, Hecha got into the velvet quilt directly, hugged Lytle who was wearing a thin nightgown, and put his forehead against Lytle's forehead: "Although I didn't step out of the room door, but still have to be punished.”

"Oh..." Lytle got goosebumps because he felt a hand slipping in against his pajamas.

"You take the initiative to kiss me." Hecha enjoyed the delicate touch: "I will consider letting you go."

Lytle's mind went blank for a second.

God, are you kidding me?The devil wants to kiss him!This is what lovers do!This guy took him for Lanny!The problem was that he wasn't at all, and couldn't tell yet!

"You really won't do anything else to me?" Lytle confirmed.

Hecha laughed and said, "We can save other things until the wedding day."

There is still half a month to steal the nutrient solution.

He'd rather kiss than get his ass poked with a finger.

Lytle closed his eyes, and pecked at the two soft pieces, as if he was flicking cotton, or heated cotton.

When he wanted to leave, his head was pushed back again.

Heza held his narrow waist and deepened the kiss that was just on the water. The tip of his tongue gently traced the shape of the lips, probing inside, and easily pushed the gums apart, entangled with the tongue inside.

Oh, actually, kissing is quite comfortable.

If only the guy had been this gentle, Lytle thought dazedly.

At the same time, Hecha left the ruddy lips pressing him down.

The next second, the window burst and fragments fell to the ground.

In this spare time, Hecha still had the leisure to re-wrap the little guy in his arms, including the angry little Haw—he pretended not to see it.

Lytle's mind went blank.

Reality gave him no time to react, and Lytle realized they were being attacked when a golem jumped in through the shattered window.

The puppet stabbed at them like a professionally trained and nimble cavalryman. Lytle rolled from the bed to the bottom of the bed, and a hole was poked in the soft bed.

The sword in Hecha's hand broke the neck of the puppet who had interrupted his good deeds.

At the same time as the puppets fell, countless puppets popped their heads out of the window, opened their mouths stiffly, and "giggled" at them.

Lytle heard shouting and fighting in the next room.

Obviously, Belida may not want them to leave the city alive. Where there are puppets, there are puppet masters. Fortunately, the guys he sent are not very powerful. Although their movements are fast, their trajectories are very stiff. They are weak like Wright I dodged and moved forward without being injured.

His master seemed to want to win by numbers.

Surrounded by ten puppets, Hecha frowned. He didn't want to waste his strength in this kind of place. He realized that someone wanted to use this kind of puppets that were neither strong nor weak to consume his energy.

While thinking, the puppet had already waved its fists to attack him, and Hecha sprinkled the potion in his arms on his face.

The puppet took a few steps back and fell to the ground covered in smoke.

The other few started to move around, but they didn't dare to move forward.

"What did you use?" Lytle poked his head out from behind him curiously. When did this guy start using potions?

Weird bubbles emanated from the mouth of the medicine bottle, making people afraid.

Lytle's eyes widened, why does this thing look so familiar?

Hecha said meaningfully: "Didn't you give it to me?"

Lytle tilted his head to recall for a moment, then remembered.The medicine was taken out and applied to this guy when his ribs were bruised, and this guy actually used it to deal with puppets!

Thinking of this, Lytle said sincerely: "You are too wasteful, next time you get injured, there will be no such good potion, this is out of print."

He Zha looked at the unrecognizable puppet, the scorched black body was gradually corrupted by the potion with smoke: "You want me to become it?"

Oh, look, it's still turning its head and rolling expressionlessly—after all, what can a pitch-black face see?Lytle put Hecha's face on the puppet's face, imagined the scene, isn't it cuter than the indifferent and evil look now?

Lytle thought so in his heart, and he wouldn't say that in his mouth. For the sake of living, he flattered: "You are also a handsome and charming puppet when you become a puppet."

Heza swept across the two red and swollen lips without leaving a trace, and happily fed the medicine into the mouth of the puppet that was attacking him.

Raindrops blew into the room through the broken window, Lytle looked outside through the torrential rain, but there was no one, only vague shadows were left on the street and the pure white roof outside the window.

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I originally wanted to double-update yesterday, but I suddenly wrote more than 1000 at ten o'clock in the evening, and I still have a headache today! ! !There are only three thousand characters, spread your hands

Nisaikushouen means have you washed your hands? ? ? ?