don't make me wear a skirt

Hecha grabbed one of his wrists to prevent the fussy little guy from escaping: "Do you know who the person just came in?"

"Isn't it your old lover?" Lytle was very angry when talking about this: "You also stabbed her ass cruelly."

Hecha raised his chin, observed the guilty and flushed face, and said in a low voice, "Little Aina, do you know what you're talking about?"

Warm breath sprayed on his cheeks, Lytle was suddenly a little scared, his butt was still hurting: "Okay, okay, if you don't like it, I won't say it."

"Miss Alice is back." Hecha hugged him into his arms, rubbing his fingers against the delicate skin: "If she knows that you did something on the sofa and caused bleeding, what will she do?"

"That woman is Alice?! Didn't she go to other places? And her breasts seem to be much bigger-oh, that's not the point." Lytle clearly remembered this vicious and savage noble girl, not only threw him He went into the river to drink water, hung him up and pressed him into a bucket, and even tried to beat him with a whip. Of course, the end of his misdeeds was that there were many fleas and cockroaches on the bed.

"You guys are still in touch." Lytle gasped violently, and then glared angrily: "Could it be that you two are secretly in love?"

Hecha narrowed his eyes slightly, and directly picked him up: "Go to bed and talk."

His arms cross Lytle's hips, and the palm of his hand can be placed precisely on the center with only a slight movement of the position. When he touches the soft bed sheet, his two shoes have been bounced off, the corpse on the sofa beside him, and the thin iron rod The blood stains on it clearly told what happened before.

Soon, he was turned over like a half-boiled sun egg.

"Miss Alice came back in the name of Breganet's new city lord, and offered to stay in Moyervia for a few days."

"Well...and then what?"

"The strange thing is that there is no need to pass through Moyevia from Wangcheng to Breganit. Not only that, but I have to come here specially, and I have to take a long detour."

Lytle felt that the current posture was dangerous, so dangerous that he didn't have the time to think about why Miss Alice would go to Hecha as soon as she came back: "Can I not lie on my stomach? This is a bit weird."

"No."

Hecha looked unpredictable, and didn't give him extra choices: "She said she had something important to talk to me, and then she sat in the trap you made."

"It can't be my fault." Lytle's eyes fluttered and he was sweating profusely: "No one can stop a severely ill sleepwalking patient from doing unthinkable things, he is innocent."

"So little Aina, you're doing something on my sofa..." He Cha lowered his eyes, and his tone showed a hint of danger: "Does it mean that you want to do bad things to me in your dreams?"

"Oh, no, it's all the fault of sleepwalking, you should blame it." Lytle looked sincere, although he did want Duke Hecha to learn a lesson, but unless he wanted his ass to bloom, he would never will admit it.

Hecha casually touched his long black and soft hair: "Little Aina, do you think Miss Alice will be the first to hand you over to Her Majesty the Queen after she recovers? You hurt Abandoned her niece, and pretended to be my fiancée, sneaked into my castle a year ago, trying to steal my nutrient solution."

"You...do you remember..."

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "Of course, everything that Little Aina has done is in my mind, and I don't miss anything."

God, he has done so many bad things, if Her Majesty the Queen finds out, she will never let him go easily!He even hung him on a tree branch to vent his hatred!

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whoouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whoouuuuuuuuuuuu whoouuuuuuuuuuuu whoouuuuuuuuuuuuuu whoouuuuuuuuuuuuuu whoouuuuuuuuuuuuuu whoouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whoouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whoouuuuuuuuu>

The thin iron pillars looked sharp, but they were actually very blunt, and at most scratched the skin, but Miss Alice seemed to be seriously injured.

Hecha recalled Alice's charming posture at that time, and deliberately lifted the skirt, revealing the spring, light, and outside, which caused the buttocks to be in close contact with the iron pillar without the obstacle of a thick skirt, so the injury was more serious than originally thought many.

Hecha couldn't help laughing: "Now you know how to admit it?"

Lytle lay on the pillow uncomfortably: "Will you send me to Her Majesty the Queen?"

Before he got the nutrient solution, his butt was smashed. This bad guy not only stabbed his butt, but also wanted to take him to the royal city. Lytle was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

Is he going to die?Is the life of a great puppeteer coming to an end here?

He Chawen said gently: "Whether you will take it to the royal city or not depends on your performance."

Lytle is well-behaved.

Hecha took out the vial.

Lytle stared at the medicine bottle and backed away.

Hecha held the slender waist in his hands without hesitation, pulled off the little boy's gray pants, opened the medicine bottle calmly, and opened the cover with his fingers to examine the wound carefully. I have recovered a lot before the heavenly medicine, but there is still a slight redness and swelling.

"No wonder you still have the strength to run around." Hecha clicked on the middle position and chuckled, "So you're recovering well here."

Lytle kicked his legs with red eyes, "Wooooow", he regretted his hasty actions before, why didn't he lie down in his bedroom?Or go to the kitchen and steal a roast chicken to eat, why fight the bad guy Hecha?

The bad guy is still watching his ass seriously!

Hecha re-applied the ointment, and took a closer look at the severely injured area. Unfortunately, this job was not easy to do. The little guy tightly rubbed his fingers to prevent him from moving. The place was already muddy, and getting in and out was unhindered.

"Let me take a look, okay?"

Hecha's other hand gently comforted the little boy's slender neck.

Lytle's black jewel-like eyes flashed blankly, his legs were kneeling on the sheet, lying on his stomach, trembling constantly, his body tensed subconsciously: "Don't...don't...look..."

Hecha frowned, and leaned forward directly.

Lytle relaxed his body like a conditioned reflex, and the pink soft flesh was immediately visible, so tender that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out.

"You are so beautiful there." Hecha held him in his arms again, rubbing his sweat-soaked temples.

Lytle leaned against his strong chest, his buttocks were still spasming, his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his red lips helplessly, and his voice was crying: "Don't look...don't look ..."

"Okay, okay, I won't watch it." Hecha kissed the corner of his mouth and put him on the bed. The ointment melted and splashed the bed sheet, leaving deep watermarks.

"Why did you spit it out again?"

Sighing, Hecha reapplied them back to the wound.

After taking the medicine, Lytle covered his head with the quilt.

What's the use of having a good ass.His body and mind were severely wounded the size of the hole.

Hecha sat for a while before standing up, Lytle poked his head out of the quilt in fear immediately when he felt the movement, and asked vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

Hecha said meaningfully: "What do you think?"

"You're going to tell your little lover the truth!" Lytle's eyes were filled with tears, and he accused loudly, "You saw my ass, and you're going to tell others the truth!"

"Okay, I won't tell." Hecha smiled and said, "But I like people who take the initiative."

Lytle's scalp was numb, and he slowly retracted into the quilt.

"Otherwise your clumsy little trick may be discovered soon." He Cha sighed helplessly.

"Then...then...night..." Lytle said nervously.

"Are you really willing?" Hecha narrowed his eyes, his scorching gaze seemed to penetrate the bedding, caressing lightly on the naked skin.

"Aww." Lytle's legs were still slightly weak under the quilt, he nodded, and asked again: "If you agree, you won't say it, right?"

Hecha said softly: "From now on, you will stay with me every night and not go back, okay?"

Lytle blushed suddenly: "You, you bastard! Do you want that every night?!"

"Because I like you, little Aina." Hecha kissed him on the cheek: "I want to stay inside you forever."

Lytle choked up in fear.

After kissing, Hecha touched his lips again before leaving in satisfaction.

Lytle shivered alone in the room.

Does he really come to poke his ass every night?

Damn it, he just wanted a little revenge, why did it develop like this? !

Oh, and the bad guy said he liked him.

A hot air rose from Lytle's heart to the top of his head. If he is so bad, would he still like people?

I like him and have an affair with Alice!

Lytle jumped out of bed with difficulty, the ointment in his butt made him a little uncomfortable, but fortunately it didn't affect his vigorous steps.

Walking out of Hecha's room tremblingly leaning on the wall, he bumped his head on Tisha's majestic chest.

Lytle's figure fell down like a thin piece of paper.

Tisha straightened him up quickly: "You look weak, is your butt still hurting?"

"It's a heartache." Lytle said sadly, he was accidentally caught by Hecha's braid, and this braid may cause his fragile little ass to stay in a state of being closed for a long time.

"I just want to tell you." Tisha took out a blueprint: "I found the location of the nutrient solution warehouse in the castle."

"Really?!" Lytle's eyes lit up, and he stopped covering his buttocks. He quickly took the blueprint and looked at it excitedly: "Where did you find such an important thing?"

Tisha was also slightly puzzled: "I found it in the corridor."

Lytle was taken aback for a moment, then put down the blueprint in frustration: "Duke Hecha must be testing me."

Tisha asked strangely: "Why do you say that?"

"Actually..." Lytle's cheek was like an apple, his left foot stepped on his right foot, and he said in embarrassment: "I wanted to teach Duke Hecha a lesson so that he wouldn't dare to do anything to my little chrysanthemum."

Tisha seemed to have guessed the ending: "Your plan failed?"

Lytle nodded sadly.

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