Why does the princess wear a skirt [Western Fantasy]

The princess immersed in the beautiful love suddenly opened his eyes, and his strong desire to survive made him awake.

Can't go on!

Go on, what greeted him was not happiness, but the despair of death!

His true gender must not be revealed at this time, otherwise the great dream of 'living another 500 years' will never come true!

I don't want to die, and I can't die!

At this moment, only one thought echoed in Erin's mind.

So, he stretched out his hand directly, pressing down on his lover to pat, and the other person whose palm fell happened to be his lover's handsome and tender face.

Bishop was happily entangled with his lover, but who knows, the little guy in his arms who was enjoying himself quietly suddenly became restless, and patted his paws on his cheek again and again!

In fact, this kind of strength is nothing to him, it is light and light, and it is quite interesting.

But as the sound of that 'crack bang bang' became louder and stronger, I had no choice but to stop temporarily to see what the drunken cute little lovers started to do again.

He slowly raised one arm and looked at his lover who opened his eyes wide open.

That pitiful appearance is like a frightened timid beast, if the other party didn't still greet his face with little paws, maybe it would be more like it.

"You stare at me!"

Irene, who just wanted to live, quickly withdrew her troublesome claws, accused and complained, and at the same time grabbed the big hand that was pinching his butt, and then slammed the big hand that threatened his life. Give it a few slaps!

The beating was really ruthless, and the crisp sound echoed in the quiet stone house, and the beating made his own hands feel pain and numbness.

After doing this, he continued to stare at Bishop. Feeling that his aura was not enough, he said loudly: "I'm very angry, you are not allowed to touch me! You bastard!"

Angry, yes, very angry!

I didn't expect the brave man to be such a brave man, even if he kissed him, he even pinched his ass!

Pinching his ass is not important, what is important is that he almost found out his real gender!He almost died!

Irene, who only had fear in her mind, completely forgot what she had done before. The kisses and hugs didn't exist at all, and it wasn't him who did it. It was Bishop who lied to him while he was dizzy. Kiss him and hug him!

When Bishop heard this, he laughed out loud. He stared straight at his lover's blue eyes filled with anger, and asked meaningfully, "I'm a bastard?"

"Of course!" Irene nodded affirmatively without thinking about it.

Kissing him secretly, touching his ass secretly, almost killing him secretly, what is it if you are not a bastard!

So, the bastard brave pressed the princess on the bed and brought it to his lips. It was another in-depth and exciting battle.

The princess who was so dizzy was so happy that she almost forgot what she was doing!

Fortunately, he still firmly remembered that his life was closely related to his gender. When the brave hand tried to pinch his butt again, he stopped it and tilted his head forcefully.

Irene, with flushed cheeks, tried her best to look angry, frowned and said, "You are not allowed to kiss me again, and you are not allowed to touch my ass secretly! I am angry! The kind that can't be coaxed!"

After finishing speaking, he felt that he was too unmanly, so he put his hand on his lover's pretty cheek. He felt that the hand felt good, and he touched it a few times in a fair and honest manner. After yawning, he continued: "Good boy!" Lah, baby, let's go to bed first, shall we? Stop making trouble, it's getting late."

Seeing the sudden change of tone of the little lover, Bishop smiled slightly.

Staring at the lovely Irene's fruity red cheeks for a long time, she slowly said: "No, I'm not sleepy, I'm angry, the kind that can't be coaxed well."

"You're angry!"

Irene opened her eyes wide, and looked at her well-behaved hero lover in disbelief. He didn't know what he did wrong to make his lover angry!

No matter how I recall, I can't remember what he said and what he did in the previous moment.

After thinking about it, I could only say: "Then I will kiss my baby, don't be angry, okay?"

"Honey? Are you referring to me?"

Bishop squinted his eyes, quietly playing with his lover's golden curly hair with his fingers.

The soft hair slid across his fingertips, bringing an itch that made him nostalgic and couldn't help approaching, just like the apex of his heart that was aroused by the sound of 'baby' at this time.

Irene who heard this question looked at Bishop blankly, and he forgot what he was doing and saying just now, and only heard this question from his lover.

So, he stared at the other party's handsome face like a god very seriously, various memories emerged one after another in his mind, and he couldn't help but put a smile on his lips.After a long time, all the pictures were intertwined, leaving only the familiar face overlapping with Bishop in front of him.

Irene withdrew her smile slightly, caressed Bishop's cheek, and said solemnly: "Of course, you are my lover and my baby. Whether you are a brave man who walks on the light or a demon king who manipulates darkness, you will always They are my lovers, they are all my treasures, and they are all my beautiful love."