Is it too dangerous to be full of charms in the world of conjuration?

You wake up from the darkness, with your hands tied behind your back and your eyes covered, and the surroundings are so quiet that you can only hear your own breathing and heartbeat.

Enemy attack? Or the remnants of a rotten orange?

But for you now, it is not a big problem, so you are not in a hurry to release the spell spirit.

After a while, the sound of clothes rubbing suddenly sounded, and a pair of broad male palms caressed your cheek affectionately, with tenderness and piety.

Then those hands gently kneaded your neck again, and you heard a satisfied sigh.

It seems that you have encountered a pervert? Well, you are also very skilled in this situation, but you can't treat ordinary people like magicians. Most ordinary people are weak and cannot resist beatings like magicians.

So you used all your strength to kick the man in front of you hard.

You hit it.

Unexpectedly, apart from a painful groan, there was another hand of this man.

He grabs your ankle.

That hand carefully touched your toes, insteps, and ankles, and then slowly, inch by inch, touching you with the hot air exhaled from the tip of your nose with every initiative.

You just feel goosebumps aroused by the place he touched, and you instinctively want to withdraw your feet, but you are pulled into his arms by this hand.

He seems to rub his face against your knee, and you can feel his hot breath on the soft inside of your knee, and his soft lips brush against your skin, leaving a secret wet mark.

It's too embarrassing, you pinch his head angrily, and put your other foot on his chest.

He didn't hide.

For some reason, you could feel his chest even trembling, as if he was holding back a smile.

You've already guessed who it is, and you're speechless for a while. Are men who have just opened up a new world so clingy after failing to do their tasks well?

So the foot that stepped on the chest just now slowly moved down, and the trembling chest stopped instantly.

That's it.

You raised your eyebrows in disdain, and said the first sentence: "Continue?"

He didn't answer, but his breathing was rapid and chaotic, and he made a small sound.

It seems that you don't want to let go of the rope that binds you.

"It's so pitiful." You teased him with a weird tone, "Didn't you have enough fun yesterday?"

"Stop talking." He bit your face lightly and said vaguely.

"Don't say it now."

This may be his last struggle.

You said casually, "Okay."

"However." Your voice changed, "Don't play for too long, I still have a lot of files to deal with, and my subordinates will come to me again later."

He didn't speak, he just breathed faster.Then suddenly he couldn't help sobbing.

You pull your foot back.