"What?" Her face was pale and her voice was trembling.
He hurriedly grabbed the hem of his shirt that had risen to his thighs, like a stressed cat.
Denris narrowed his eyes, a little relaxed, and said in a light voice: "Are you wearing this shirt wrong?"
"Ahem... That's right, this is yours..." As she spoke, she couldn't help but grab the hem of her clothes.
"Didn't they prepare any clothes for you? Why are you wearing mine?"
His tone was relaxed, and he didn't mean to make things difficult for her. He leaned back in his chair, put his hand on her leg to hold her down, and then he didn't take any further action.
He looked calm and composed, as if he was stroking her fur.
"Yes, I'm prepared, but..."
Angie paused, feeling her face getting hot and a little shy, but her face remained pale.
She was too embarrassed to wear the lace pajamas that barely covered her private parts.
Denris: "What?"
She just wanted to avoid embarrassing both parties, as her current physical condition was not suitable for overly intimate behavior.
"There wasn't enough fabric for the clothes I prepared. Ahem, I was afraid that not covering myself properly with the quilt would worsen my cold, so I went to your closet to look around. I thought you wouldn't be back..."
She explained embarrassedly.
Angie had already lain down, but the rain was pouring down outside and she was in a bad mood, so she got up again.
She's already wearing it, can you still ask her to take it off?
"Ahem—"
"Oh~"
He suddenly responded in a melodious voice, which made Angie shudder.
As soon as the big hand left her leg, she began to struggle slightly.
Denris stretched out his other hand from behind her waist and held her waist.
Holding her waist, he leaned over sideways to pick up the blanket and cover her legs.
Only then did Angie calm down a little.
"Why are you panicking? I don't eat people."
"You talk so interestingly..."
Denris suddenly reached out again and grabbed the front collar of her loose shirt.
"…"
Angie looked down at the piece of clothing on her chest, which had been pulled out in large quantities like a little chicken.
Her little head was tucked into her clothes, and her bright red curly hair was fluffy and scattered on her white shirt, making her look even more petite and soft.
Denris looked around and saw that she looked dazed and silly, looking at him with puzzled eyes. Suddenly, he was looking forward to seeing what kind of expression would appear on that pretty and delicate little face.
I also want to verify how the weight on his legs now grew so light!
So he went even further and grabbed her clothes at the waist.
"what?!"
Angie's eyes widened, and she grabbed his wrists as he was pulling at her clothes, fearing that he would lift them up and expose everything.
"Let me see how much bigger it is."
What's the difference between this and being naked for him to see?
While she was still embarrassed, Denris pinched out the extra space around her waist without stopping. Her slender waist was almost as big as his palm.
I couldn't help but frown.
The skirt she wore during the day had a high waistline and long sleeves. Except for her chest which was covered and looked plump, the rest of her thin parts were all hidden under the loose clothes. She was actually thinner than she looked.
The shirt is more than enough for both of her.
"This dress doesn't fit."
"As long as it's wearable."
She's really not picky!
As she spoke, Angie pulled his hands away, fearing that he would grab her clothes and lift them up, leaving her naked.
"What if I don't lend it to you?" Denris covered her hands with his backhand.
So cool.
A pair of ice-blue eyes fell on her with a hint of smile, like shattered rays of light, crystal clear.
A warm feeling came from her hand. Angie did not struggle to break free. Instead, she cooperated and wrapped her hand around it, nestling in his palm to seek that little bit of warmth.
"No, then I have nothing to wear. Besides, cough cough cough, didn't you pull me here just to cooperate with you, to deal with the emperor, and to put on a show of harmony between us as a couple? I wear your clothes..."
Angie rolled her eyes as she explained, trying to think of a more tactful way to put it. She felt guilty and didn't dare to look at him, and her voice became softer and softer.
"Wouldn't that be more misleading?"
She guessed that the pajamas made of only a few pieces of fabric were prepared on purpose.
Denris looked at her straight, lowering his eyes to pass over her pale pink and plump lips.
Look, look, this little mouth is chattering, he really knows how to talk.
He curved his handsome eyebrows and suddenly transformed into a bewitching succubus. His long fingers caressed her neck inadvertently and hooked onto her collar.
The cold blue eyes were like boiling water, gradually heating up.
"Ah~Is that so? Then please cooperate a little more."
Seeing that he had no intention of continuing to take off her clothes, Angie felt a little relieved.
"What?"
He exerted force with his hands, hooked her collar and pulled her forward.
"Pah—"
The book fell to the ground again, and the sound it made sounded a little hurried.
Angie didn't have time to care. She put her hands on the back of the chair beside his head and imprisoned his head between her arms in a domineering posture, bringing them closer together.
Her pale golden pupils dilated slightly.
If she didn't hold on, she would be pulled up and slammed into that mouth!
Her heart tightened, Angie stretched out her arms, moved away, her eyes full of panic, and spoke with a choked throat:
"No, that's not necessary..."
Her lips were pale and her face wasn't red enough. Apart from her panicked eyes and trembling voice, there was almost no other change.
It was as if his teasing hadn't worked yet.
Since he didn't kiss her, Denris didn't want to let her go so easily.
He curled the corners of his lips, exerted force on his waist, lifted his back off the chair, and leaned forward.
Since she refuses to come closer, then take the initiative to attack.
He leaned close to her ear and said in an ambiguous voice:
"You have to put your actions into practice and act more realistically."
The warm breath sprayed out.
Angie bit her lower lip, still unable to recover from the itchy and uncomfortable feeling.
She couldn't help but shrink her shoulders and tilt her head, but she didn't have time to clamp the head that was resting on the side of her neck.
Denris suddenly closed his arms, lifted her hair from behind with one hand, opened his mouth and bit her clean neck.
"Hmm?!"
She was caught off guard by the hug and her body bumped into his arms. The numbness spread from her neck to her whole body, forcing her head to tilt back.
My heart is about to explode!
Angie's cheeks turned a little red.
Their chests pressed together again, instantly revealing her overloaded heartbeat.
Angie's hands instead nervously rested on his shoulders and pushed.
In just a moment, a faint mark was left on her neck.
Denris smiled, nibbled and rubbed other parts.
He gently supported her back and looked up at her shy face with her head tilted and shoulders hunched. There was a hint of red at the corners of her eyes and a patch of light freckles dotted her face.
The originally pale face now looked like it had blush on it, which made it look more real and delicate and charming.
It caused a surge of excitement in his heart.
"Change your position."
"?"
What did she do? Change her position?
As if to inform her, regardless of her reaction, Denris slapped her buttocks, pushed her off his lap, and controlled the chair to turn towards her.
He stretched his legs between her straight legs, pulled her arms, supported her waist and hips, and pulled her forward.
He reached out and lifted her legs onto the chair.
She just sat back on his lap.
They were almost pressed together, with Angie's eyes slightly higher, and their breath blended together, easily creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
She was so frightened that she couldn't move, staring blankly at his smiling eyes. His harmless look really made her panic.
The feeling of them kissing at that wedding suddenly emerged in his mind.
That numbing soft touch was felt again.
He only touched her lips lightly and left. Thinking that it was just a quick taste, she heard him remind her.
"Keep your mouth open."
"Hmm…"
Then the lips and tongues intertwined tightly and went deeper.
It was storming outside, and it was not peaceful inside the house either.
As the kiss intensified, Angie moved her head back and gasped for air.
"Don't hide."
Just after leaving, he was controlled and pressed his lips against hers that had not yet cooled down. He seemed unsatisfied and stirred up the storm in her mouth in an extremely aggressive manner.
He led her arms and wrapped them around his neck, their skin pressed tightly against each other through the clothes, and her body temperature gradually rose.
After a while, Angie couldn't help but let out a soft hum, and her whole body softened in his arms.
We almost couldn't breathe, so we separated reluctantly.
"don't want..."
Her eyes were watery, she made a soft voice, her body was trembling slightly, her lips were a little swollen, and her face was flushed, making her even more charming.
Denris suppressed the ambiguity in his eyes, cleared his throat, and smiled.
"Don't want what? Who wants you?"
"?"
Angie's hot body cooled down instantly, her passion receded like the tide, her eyes gradually regained clarity, and she struggled without any hindrance.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Go to bed."
Denris watched her hide under the quilt as if escaping, pinched his nose and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was really a big deal, I could endure the pain.
He picked up the book at his feet, turned off the main light in the room, and read to distract himself while listening to the sound of rain.