Be a fan of all insects in the Middle Ages [Zerg]

He explores the enthusiasm of males, and uses actions to inform his own attitude.

The male worm couldn't help trembling. When he raised his head, his dark red and slack eyes drooped, and his eyelashes shook off a piece of luscious temptation.

Heti raised his head and licked the salty sweet side of the male worm's cheek in a comforting manner. He kept moving, and a little bit of deep moan overflowed from the male worm's throat, and his panting gradually became heavy.

The blue precipitation in Heti's eyes, he suppressed the darkness, lowered the male's head, and whispered softly: "This... is also possible, isn't it?"

He Liang shook his head slightly, "I...uh...don't know." He wanted to refuse the female worm's friendly and gentle help, but the hand that he took over was limp, and he seemed to be half-pushing and half-approving.

Misty appearance, very cute.

Heti comforted him with the other hand, and his words were as soft as a trickle of spring water, flowing past He Liang's ears, "We, you can try first... I won't force you."

After saying that, the tips of his ears were stained red first, and he covered up his uneasiness with delicate and jerky kisses.

He only hoped that the male worm could ignore his despicable nature that was accidentally exposed when his consciousness was blurred.

He Liang squeezed his Adam's apple, and he was shaken by the suffocation that he tried for a long time to no avail. The gentleness of the female seems to be able to tolerate everything, no matter what he does... it seems to be okay?

He withdrew his hand and propped it on the pillow next to the ear of the female, "Hetty..." He choked on the broken words, the air was driven by another stronger air flow, and the heat penetrated under the skin.

The distance between them is enough to play.

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It was very late in the trial, and the male worm lost strength and fell beside him, his exhausted breathing gradually calmed down.

In the field of vision, there is something that shouldn't be strong and still supporting the soil, rising and falling with his panting.

After a long time, Heti put his numb hand between his nose and lightly sniffed, the male worm's lustful face was faintly visible, and it grew accordingly.

The sigh dissipated with the moonlight, and finally became the name of the male insect helplessly: "A Liang..."

The misty night sky is beautiful, and the stars are shadowy.

The galloping figure crossed the grass, and the sound of "Solo Shuttle" startled the resting birds.

"Tut, tut, puppy?"

The familiar call words are as gentle as calling for a love bug.

The movement of the figure froze, and the faint light of Xingyue revealed a numb and unwilling face.

Wagging his tail in humiliation, he crawled towards the voice lord, his dignity was trampled down decades ago.

"Mr. Horn" was just a title that couldn't be farther away, spit out from the mouth of a noble female, and it caused him chaos.

Nair's modification made him unable to walk upright anymore, and his tail would wag uncontrollably with the call of the male.

He squatted in front of the male.Light came out of the open temple door, falling on an upturned face with a flattering smile.

The male patted his head gently, "As a domestic dog, you should watch the door carefully and not run out." His voice was as gentle as ever.

It was this gentleness that confused him and destroyed the entire Huo family.This humble pet pretending to be his younger brother, who used to be able to prostrate under him to please him, seized the power and honor that belonged exclusively to the Huo family.

However, the only remaining blood of the Huo family was suppressed to the point of being unable to resist. His love had long since been annihilated in hatred and humiliation. If he had the chance, he would wish to eat his flesh and blood until there was not even a bone left.

The male's perception is very strong, and he stopped touching, "Puppy? Are you hating me?"

The hand hooked his chin, and the male's face was blurred.

The itch penetrated through the skin, and the male worm scratched it lightly, "What can I do to hate? I still have to please, otherwise, I will be hungry."

Tears of unwillingness slipped down, and a crystal drop rolled down on the hand of the male insect.

The groping movement of that hand stagnated, and Horn swallowed the bitterness in his throat lightly.

The male in front of him squatted down slowly, his delicate and pretty face gradually became clear, "Ah... are you crying?"

The male worm held his face, his expression was as distressed as before, the smooth touch dispelled the coolness, and the strength gradually increased until the pale skin was stained red, and the male worm stopped.

"Dogs shouldn't cry."

Horn's face was numb, and his empty and wet eyes stared straight at the male insect.

If given another chance, he would definitely not buy this poisonous insect.

The hatred broke through the restraint, the moonlight white lips trembled, and Horn squeezed out hoarse words: "You... are just a bitch with a lower half body... upper, oh... and a mouth ...haha...uh um..."

The pain of restraint made fishy sweetness well up in his throat.

The expected rage did not strike, the male raised his face again, the affectionate eyes made him cautious.

The lips were pressed softly, and in a trance, Horn even responded unconsciously...

A low smile overflowed between their touching lips, "Even so, aren't you immersed in it?...Mr. Horn?"

The whites of Horn's eyes were bloodshot, the warm touch on his chin left, and his neck tugged, "Is the memory I gave you not clear enough, Horn?"

That was the leash that restrained him, years of domestication made him unable to resist the power of the male.

That force dragged him into the inner hall...

The breath of the male insect was close to the ear: "You don't want to bite the main insect, do you?"

As the morning light shone on his face, He Liang frowned slightly, opened his sleepy eyes, and when consciousness returned, the scene from last night also resurfaced.

The beating frequency of his heart was getting faster and faster, and he could see Hetty with blue eyes when he turned his head...

He unconsciously picked at the bed sheet, obviously, he wasn't that kind of hungry and thirsty bug?

It must be Mr. March... But if there was a problem with the food last night, it's impossible for him to be the only one...

Hetty has his own biological clock, no matter how late he goes to bed, he can still wake up at a specific time, and when he opens his eyes, it looks like the male insect is thinking hard and then at a loss.

"He... Hetty, good morning." He Liang licked his chapped lips, the blue was so clean and clear, and his sense of guilt gradually deepened.

What happened last time in Edge City was a misunderstanding, this time...

His impatient request echoed vaguely, every sentence was so unbearable... His face was filled with enthusiasm, but, He Liang thought about it, aren't they partners?

This kind of thing is very normal. In the future, he will never let a female Heti take the initiative, right?

He Liang straightened his face, and looked at Heti as if looking at a female that laid ten eggs in one breath, "Thank you for your hard work last night."

Heti was cautious and corrected with a serious expression: "For our relationship... that should be something to enjoy." Her fair cheeks were smudged bright red.

The two glowing red worms looked at each other, and then looked away stiffly...

He Liang secretly spurned himself, really worthless!

After he packed up his emotions and opened the door, the curled-up worm came into view first.

The restless sleeping face woke up after hearing the movement, those wet eyes stared at it, and with some caution, he squatted up, his fluffy white tail fawningly.

He Liang's throat tightened, and a comforting force came from his shoulders. His wet eyes looked behind him, and the female's tail and ears drooped, her back against the wall, showing fear.

"He has been taught by worms for decades, and he probably needs a psychiatrist to guide him slowly before he can recover..."

The female worm sat obediently on the spot, with bright red lips, looking at their backs as they went away, like a... watchdog.

Breakfast was arranged in the main hall, and they had to wear sunglasses again to follow the waiter.

Mr. March changed into a gray-blue robe, and his short brown hair was soft and close-fitting, and his demeanor was as warm and gentle as yesterday.

When they proposed to leave, Mr. Sanyue frowned slightly, and his words were like a spring breeze, "Is my palace boring? Apart from the magic troupe last night, I have other interesting things to share with you. "

Hetty shook her head lightly and refused.

Mr. Sanyue sighed softly: "Let's leave after lunch, the kitchen has been ready for a long time."

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"Prohibition" refers to the previous "Blood Oath", mental power control.