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"Undress."

This was the first sentence Izzy heard when she was dragged into the carriage. The young man who was no longer an immature boy pushed him to the corner of the carriage, where soft blankets and pillows were piled up.

Strong and direct, just as neat as it was three years ago.

Isi pupil earthquake.

He was still a little dizzy and his feet were weak, as if he was stepping on a cloud and couldn't use his strength. The feeling of being in a daze was rushed by Lucien's categorical request that did not give the slightest room for rejection, and his whole body was instantly shaken. People wake up.

But at this moment, he couldn't tell how awake he was at all, and he didn't know whether to cover or untie his hands on the front of his clothes.

Lucien didn't wait for Izzy's little head to shut down and restart, he didn't stop at all after saying a word, and started immediately.

If you want someone else, such as a guard outside who is focused on driving without distractions, the scene inside the car at this time is probably full of perversion, so that it makes people feel absurd to funny.

——Strong strength can smash the carriage with one hand and can easily single out a group of them. The one who was pressed in the corner of the carriage could not resist, so he could only raise his hand awkwardly and stand up half-lying and half-sitting. From the expression to the action, it is capitalized stiff and helpless.

And the one who was on top of him and took off his clothes and unscrupulously raised and lowered his hands, anyone can see that his hands are powerless, even in a modern society without magical martial arts settings, he has just passed the healthy pass The level of the line, even whether college sports can pass the test is open to question.

Issy's thoughts, which were smoother just now, have become knotted like a ball of yarn played by a cat, and her body reacted on its own. Feeling self-defeating, he relaxed, and opened up completely with a frank attitude. The lines Lucien touched with his fingertips became gentle and soft, and the tight scars on his flesh followed, dormant, and no longer showed his teeth and claws. Distorting the presence of pain.

But no one could ignore the traces that didn't exist before Issie left. The depth and depth were intertwined like suture patches woven into the body, repairing the flesh and blood, pretending that nothing happened.

Lucien smiled vaguely, and his fingertips slid down the slightly lighter marks on the dark skin. Too many combat injuries and pain blunted Izzy's body sensations, even the stress response in his chest or waist. It was also very weak, with only a few low murmurs from his throat, a pair of golden animal pupils without blinking, and his gaze followed Lucien's fingertips.

The scars on his chest were very deep, two or three knotted and crooked like worms, and the location was so close to the heart that one couldn't tell whether his heart was still beating intact in the chest cavity.

On the side of the waist are the marks left by being torn, and there are superimposed scars of burns and skin scrapes. He suffered too many injuries repeatedly, which made that piece of skin look terrible, as if the texture of the muscles were directly exposed, messy. Strands stick together.

Lucien couldn't see it on his back, but he could feel the uneven bumps and ups and downs where the wound hadn't healed well.

There was also a burn on his neck, which circled around Issy's neck in a thin circle. This was left after the necklace Lucien gave him was activated with defensive magic, like a flesh-and-blood scarf embedded in his skin. collar.

So Lucien was easily pleased. He rubbed the mark on Issie's neck, leaned over to kiss Issie's lips - he also noticed that there were thin scars on the corners of Issie's lips, and he pulled his lips to reveal a slight upward curve. radian.

Lucien rubbed at the tiny scar, then rubbed his lips tightly together as if they were kissing for the first time. At this moment, such a reaction made him feel pitiful and cute, and his heart groaned. There were far fewer bubbles full of bad ideas, and there was a voice whispering in his ears to stop his bad thoughts.

Alright alright.

Although those seam-like scars are a bit too eye-catching, but Lucien is not as frightened or disgusted as Issy was worried for a moment. The touching of fingers and skin is more like a delicate and gentle inspection—— When the beloved thing that has been lost for a long time returns to the side, it is necessary to carefully check every corner to confirm that there are no small wounds that have been missed by those rough and simple patches and stitches, and that the blood is still oozing and dare not scream.

pain.

Izzy unconsciously responded to the entanglement between his lips and teeth, and stared straight at Lucien's eyes. He had the illusion that the sparkling blue in those eyes spread out to the edge, and rushed towards him like sea water. And irresistibly devoured all his thoughts and emotions.

"You have worked very hard." Lucien's hand touched Issie's hair along the neck. Hall's silver hair was trimmed unevenly by the master, but it was still as beautiful and soft as moonlight.

Izzy's mind went blank, and Lucien's voice was mixed into the sound of waves. Before he realized what Lucien said, the disordered beating of his heart had already flowed into his flesh and blood.

"Good boy."

He was praised like this, the kiss fell on the top of his forehead and hair like a reward, the dry and cool hands patted his back, kneaded and stroked along the spine.

Maybe he was the cat.

Izzy shuddered twice after being touched, and made a sound like a cat purring, which he felt strange. His eyes were half-closed in comfort, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he swallowed and clenched his teeth.

But his body reaction is still relaxed and open, even if the brain realizes that the kisses and touches falling on his body may lead to some unfavorable developments, his body still has no sense of resistance to rejection.

Lucien stopped moving, sat up and looked down at Issie—his beautiful Hall had hazy eyes, and he was really at the mercy of others like a rag doll.Lucien sighed, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to tug on Issie's cheek, to bring back a little bit of Issie's drifting mind.

"You act like I can do whatever I want." Lucien said, looking at Issie's expression, he didn't need to think and analyze much to understand the feelings expressed by the indulging trance mixed with confusion and forbearance, so He understood that even if he really went too far and devoured people here, Issie couldn't get any negative emotions against him in his dazed mind.

The hard armor his doll has been wearing has been temporarily lost, and the soft inner door is wide open. At this time, it is like a milk dog who has just learned to wag its tail, showing its belly to its owner eagerly, and the honey-like pupils Full of sweet, intoxicating sincerity.

It was precisely because of this that all of Lucien's movements were limited to kissing and touching.He carefully suppressed any ambiguous distracting thoughts, and repeatedly gave Issie the touch, intimacy and emotional desire that he silently asked of him. Suddenly, Issie felt the dull and numb scars on his body that had already healed, itching, numb and painful. It's unbearable.

Issy shivered and curled up, his eyes were wet again and wanted to shed tears, his throat was trembling with something clamoring and wanting to rush out, just like those children he would see when he was a child, hurt, hurt and wronged , I will lie in the arms of my parents and cry louder than anyone else.

But in the end, he just covered his face and lowered his head, sobbing softly.

Lucien hugged this oversized milk dog into his arms, patted Issie's back comfortingly, and thanked himself in his heart for his good habit of drinking milk every day for three years.

Otherwise, with the difference in height and body shape between them when Izzy left, it would be impossible for him to do what he wanted to do to hold Izzy in his arms.

"good."