Why does the princess wear a skirt [Western Fantasy]

This so-called 'fall' was so sudden that everyone was silent.

Even Bishop couldn't react to those eyes staring at the blue sky, but his body quickly hugged the squatting little lover, and even put those cheeks together. Red's pretty cheeks that seemed to be blooming with delicate flowers covered her chest, even though she was obviously reluctant to take her eyes off her little lover's face, the movement of covering the other's cheeks was still very firm.

For no other reason, the brave man who suddenly became stingy just simply didn't want anyone but himself to see the cute and charming appearance of the princess.

A drunken lover must hide, in his own place, in his heart.

But Princess Irene didn't feel the brave man's domineering thoughts at all.

With his head held down, he kept shaking his head, and finally managed to save the back of his head from the big palm of the brave man.

He raised his head vigorously and looked at his lover with those eyes that seemed to be filled with the vast ocean. First, he hung his hands around the other's neck with difficulty, and then complained aggrievedly: "Oh! Boring! I want to breathe! I Take a big breath! Breathe in, breathe out, breathe out..."

Bishop looked at the little fool in his arms who kept repeating his exhalation and inhalation, and helplessly tightened his embrace, then lifted his feet and walked quickly to the way he remembered.

As for the teammates who were left behind and the few orcs, they were not important to him.

At this time, he just wanted to take the lover in his arms to a quiet and undisturbed place, and take good care of the cute little fool who was drunk and started talking nonsense.

"Why do you ignore me! Do you not love me anymore?"

Aggrieved Irene tears began to roll in her eyes, staring at her lover's eyes full of heartbreak.

It's too miserable, he finally had a beautiful love, but love ignored him!What sorrow, what pain!He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to sing a poem to the moon, oh no, it should be a sad love song to the moon!Let both the moon and the devil hear the pain in his heart!

The devil, yes, his lover is a devil with amnesia, and when the other party regains his memory, he will be cut off like a carrot...

Thinking of this, the already aggrieved princess felt even more aggrieved, and felt extremely pitiful. Looking at Bishop was like looking at a heartbreaker who played with and deceived him.

Hearing the lover's questioning, Bishop stopped, and looked down at the lover who was staring at him stubbornly in his arms.

After a moment of silence, he said solemnly, "Love, I didn't ignore you."

What is love, in fact, he is not very clear.

However, during this not too long journey to the abyss, he understood what love is.

His love is Irene, the little liar lover in his arms.

"you're lying!"

Irene's voice was raised a lot, and her slightly wrinkled face was full of disbelief.

At this time, he has completely forgotten the pain and sorrow of love in his mind just now, and he only thinks about refuting the lying Bishop.

Blinking her sore and tired eyes, the dizzy princess opened her eyes again, her eyes fell on Bishop's thin and rosy lips under the moonlight, and she suddenly remembered the touch of those lips, Soft and warm and a little sweet.

He unconsciously licked his lips, and then slowly said, "Then kiss me."

Bishop of course went all out to fulfill this little wish of his lover.

Lowering his head, he took a quick sip on Irene's licked lips.

He wanted to go deeper, but there were too many people in the way behind him, so it was better to go back to the room with only the two of them earlier.

Thus, the brave man with his lover in his arms quickened his pace.

And the "obscuring guys" behind the brave man were all very quiet, what else could they do but be quiet?The love that does not belong to them is still as sour as ever!

The brave man quickened his pace, and the princess in the brave's arms also began to feel restless.

The princess who was full of anticipation didn't have time to feel the sweet taste of her lover's lips before she felt that there was nothing left to do with the slight heat on her lips. How could this satisfy the greedy him!Perfunctory, this is simply perfunctory!

Irene, who was wronged again, directly stretched out a hand to pinch Bishop's cheek, and said in a sad voice: "You must not love me anymore! Even kissing is so perfunctory! I am so miserable, why am I so miserable , I must be the worst princess in the world! Soon, I will be cut into a radish, it hurts, my heart hurts so much! The radish is so cute, why do you want to cut the radish! I am so cute, why don’t you kiss kiss Me?"

Listening to Irene's nagging, Bishop could only helplessly put a comforting kiss on the other's forehead.

This little fool, it seems that he really can't drink alcohol.

But what is radish cutting?

"You are so perfunctory! You really don't love me anymore, I'm so pitiful, my beautiful love is gone! You pay me for my beautiful love! I knew there would be such a day..."

Dissatisfied, Irene stretched out her two hands and ravaged Bishop's cheek vigorously, and began to cry aimlessly about her misery.

His mind was swollen and dizzy, he couldn't remember what happened at all, he just grabbed his lover who didn't love him and started further fantasies and self-sorrow, thinking about it, saying whatever came to his mind, saying To the sad place, even sang it out.

The singing that echoed in the quiet night was so sad and desolate that even the birds and beasts flying in rows in the sky were 'moved' by the singing and avoided it far away.

The sad princess accused her lover of "not loving him" sentence after sentence, while the brave man took the trouble to answer and correct the nonsense of the lover in his arms.

In this conversation, which was not at all an exchange but was extremely harmonious, they finally came to the familiar stone house.

The brave man hugged his lover who was still babbling with a small mouth in his arms, and quickly stepped forward, pushing the door and then closing it, the movement was quick, and with the sound of 'bang', the figure disappeared under the moonlight.

This always makes the teammates behind them and a certain orc patriarch who has not yet begun to have a relationship breathe a sigh of relief!

Finally, I don't have to be surrounded by that damn sour atmosphere, I feel slightly hot in my eyes just thinking about it!

As for where the few orcs who were following were, they were forced to leave early because of the sourness like a mountain. Those who had a partner looked for a partner, and those who didn't went home to hug the quilt.

Bishop didn't want to understand the mood of the guys behind him. At this time, he was fighting with the little lover who was on top of him.

He just wanted Erin to sit on the bed first so he could take off her shoes.

But obviously, the drunk little fool didn't cooperate with his movements, and his limbs were wrapped around him like vines, and he continued to call himself too miserable, but he didn't want to get down.

There was no way, he could only stop his movements and let his lover half-hung tightly on his body.

Looking at the reddish eyes of his lover, Bishop didn't know what to do for a while.

He also explained it to his drunken lover countless times, but it didn't work.

Perhaps, by changing the method, this little fool will no longer think about these superfluous things that will never happen at all.

Thinking of this, he directly blocked his lover's little mouth that started to sing a weird song with his lips, and then slowly pressed the other person on the bed.

"Hmm?"

Eileen, who was singing happily, opened her eyes blankly, trying to struggle, but was forced to accept.

Soon, it turned into enjoyment.

But being greedy, he was not satisfied with the status quo, and cautiously used his tongue to hook the tornado-like powerful enemy that was occupying his domain.

Suddenly there was a strong wind and heavy rain, and he was so happy that he forgot who he was.

Until, a hand pinched his buttocks, and there was a tendency to develop into it.