don't make me wear a skirt

"Come here." Hecha waved to him.

Lytle moved forward obediently, showing a flattering smile, and rubbed his head on his chest twice.

Hecha took him into his arms.

"Oh oh oh!"

Lytle's head was pressed into his arms and he couldn't move, struggling like a dying salted fish.Hecha's hand tightened, and he immediately cried like a daylily that was about to wither.

What kind of conditioned reflex is this? !

Why was he so docile and didn't resist?

Lytle thought about it angrily, and suddenly came to his senses.

This must be due to the strong sense of survival. Once he resists this bad guy, he will put his hand into the skirt at night and pinch his poor ass.

It's not a good feeling, and it's as important to love Haw as it is to protect your ass.

Thinking of this, Lytle carefully raised his head and discussed: "Can you move your hand a little bit, this position is a bit weird."

Hecha felt the tactile sensation in his hands, and said hesitantly, "But this is the most comfortable place."

Lytle, who had his ass rubbed twice for no reason, was depressed. His ass is not a ball of flour, so why is it always being pinched and pinched?

"You really have an ulterior relationship!" Witt's eyes were tearing apart, his pure feelings were deceived by this couple of dogs!

Look at this man's hand, it's self-evident where he's doing what he's doing!

The damn woman coaxed her ass with a look of enjoyment!

Was he blinded by chemical fertilizers? !To be deceived by such a poor lie!

"I'm a victim too!" Lytle raised his hand in protest.

Witt had an expression of complete disbelief: "Hmph, no wonder it's said in the books that women are a species that don't want to talk about it, but want to think about it in their hearts."

Oh, what weird thing did this guy see?

"That..." Lytle wanted to sell his books all the time, so he asked, "What kind of reading materials do you usually like to study? Are you interested in reading fairy tales?"

Like Lytle's fairy tale or something.

"No." Witt vetoed and said a lot at the same time: "I like to watch Tianxin alone: ​​the little slave of the domineering duke, with a pretty face against the sky: duke, don't try to escape, the complex of the third world: the cavalry against the sky seeks light love this type."

What kind of mess is this?

Lytle was curious about things he had never touched before: "What did the little slave of the domineering duke say?"

Witt fell into memories: "The brief introduction of the book is like this. In a luxurious and graceful room, a man in a high position is condescendingly watching the pale and desperate petite figure. With a porcelain chin, he said coldly, woman, you are my slave now, and you will be my slave in the future, and you will never escape from my palm. He pressed the girl on the bed, and ignored her begging, Again and again, that night, tears soaked the sheets, her body hurt so much, and her heart hurt even more—"

"Oh, wait." Lytle interrupted: "Did you say something wrong? This duke is very domineering, but what about the sweet pet text? It doesn't feel like it."

Witt sneered like an old driver: "Sweet pet text? Who is the sweet pet text? Where did the sweet pet text come from?"

Lytle blinked his eyes strangely: "Isn't the literary name Tianxin's favorite? It's warm and sweet."

Witt gave you a look that was too young: "The heroine's name is Alice Mill Tianxin, so Tianxin is the only favorite, that is, the heroine is the only favorite of the domineering duke. Besides, what's so good about sweet pets? Write a novel For example, the male protagonist’s father is the female protagonist’s enemy, and the female protagonist pretends to be a slave to get close to the male protagonist to gain affection and then stabs the male protagonist without hesitation. At this time, the heroine realized that she fell in love with the hero and bravely pursued love, but was abused by the hero who had no feelings, and was blinded by the second female lead. In the end, the heroine tried to cut herself off. The male protagonist's right hand was forgiven, but the male protagonist tried to stop it but was accidentally injured, and finally the female protagonist held a wedding with the Duke of Broken Arm with the reason that he would be responsible for cutting off his arm, and everyone was happy."

Lytle opened his mouth wide, in disbelief: "Why does it sound weird to me? Is the ending really happy? I think the title of this book is more in line with the plot."

Witt laughed at him as a frog in a well: "What do you know? This one is very popular, ranking second in the annual sales of the West Hall Empire."

"So high?!" Lytle seemed to see a road to making money slowly rolling towards him, and immediately wiped off the goosebumps all over his body, and humbly asked for advice: "Do you think I should write a book called Duke Sweet? Yes. No chance to defeat the overbearing duke's little slave?"

Witt frowned: "The name sounds very earthy, what's in it?"

Lytle coughed, raised his head slightly and glanced at Hecha, and found that this guy was looking at him with a smile.

"Can I say it?"

Hecha seemed to be very interested: "Of course."

Lytle confirmed: "You won't spank me after hearing that, will you?"

Hecha generously said: "No."

Lytle, who got the freedom of speech, began to talk nonsense: "I have already thought about the content. Once upon a time, there was a sinister and cunning duke who killed civilians all day long, occupied the city, and did all kinds of evil. Oh yes, he also likes to spy on the knights. butt."

Hecha slowly lowered his eyes.

Lytle didn't notice the difference, and gradually became excited: "Later, a brave warrior appeared, and he sneaked into the Duke's castle pretending to be a cavalry secretly, waiting for an opportunity, but every cavalry entering the castle would be watched by the perverted Duke." Ass, he's no exception-"

Witt suddenly realized, couldn't help interrupting him, and continued in a tone that read thousands of sails: "I didn't expect that the warrior's buttocks are surprisingly white and tender, and there is a mysterious valley in the middle, which seems to be leading him in. The Duke's heart throbbed." , like a feather sweeping gently over his heart, that night, he grabbed the warrior's slender wrist, took off all his clothes, and enjoyed this budding body again and again—”

"Wait!" Lytle's eyes widened, and he retorted loudly: "Don't distort the plot! It was obvious that the warrior pretended to show him his ass, but in fact he was hiding a secret. In the end, he defeated the Duke with his wisdom and experience! Marry Bai Fumei Go to the pinnacle of life!"

Witt was silent: "So isn't the Duke a villain? Why is it so sweet?"

Lytle gave a "unexpected" look.

"Because the Duke's name is Lauhuli Sweet Honey."

Witt vetoed: "No one will watch a plot that is not explosive, not exciting, has no emotional line, and the protagonist's name is ugly."

Lytle patted his chest confidently: "Impossible! Isn't it better to defeat the stupid duke?"

Witt said "hehe" twice: "Well, the dukes in other scripts are all domineering, cruel, evil, charming and ruthless, but you directly portrayed him as a wretched man? You can write it, and then wait to spend a lot of money to publicize it on the street." .”

"Will you spend a lot of money to help me promote it?" Lytle looked up and asked Hecha, "We can score 37 points."

If his novel becomes popular, won't he be rich?

Lytle thought about his bulging purse, and began to struggle again, whether it would be better to drain Hecha's small coffers before leaving, or to obtain the nutrient solution and leave quickly?

Ah, what a choice.

Hexa thought: "I prefer the development of the plot conceived by Witt."

No!He doesn't like watching the warrior's ass suffer at all!

Lytle said, "If you want to choose my plot, you can score 3.5 and I score 6.5."

He Cha was surprised: "Didn't it be you 3 and I 7 before?"

Lytle decided in an instant that it would be better to get the nutrient solution and leave as soon as possible.

"Your vision is too poor." He criticized so: "I don't need your funding."

He can make a fortune alone.

Witte kept sneering aside.

Lytle turned his head again and said sincerely: "Read less novels and read more. Dukes and Earls are all wretched uncles. Like Omans, the hairline has grown to the back of his head, and he can't be charming even if he wants to. "

Witt: "..."

Finally, Mrs. Lina couldn't bear it and forcibly stopped this irrelevant conversation.

"My time is very important, I hope you don't waste it." After finishing speaking, the warning gaze pierced straight at the black cloaked boy with sharp swords: "Especially you."

Lytle kept his mouth shut. In fact, he was still immersed in the expectation that the duke would be a hit. Oh, what kind of cover would he make for his new book?

Maybe the pink one is better, in line with the design of the duke's girly name.

Lytle chuckled secretly.

Hecha let go of Lytle in his imagination, unfolded the blueprint in his arms, and shook it in front of the eyes of the trio.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

The woman shook her body, leaned forward, narrowed her eyes and looked carefully.

The material of the parchment and the pattern on it are exactly the same as the requirements of the task.

Sure enough, the emotions of the three began to become unstable, and the longing in their eyes could not be concealed.

"I can give it to you and let you go back." Hecha threw out the bait: "But there is one thing I need you to do."

Mrs. Lina was on pins and needles when she heard this. She didn't expect that Duke Hecha would easily give away the blueprints she got so hard. After taking back the blueprints, Earl Omans had nothing to fear, and the survival of the small town of Cary was at stake. In a thought.

"What's the matter?" Scarred Eyes was the first to ask impatiently.