My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Little Demon Sword does not need to sleep. This was originally a very convenient thing, but now, Frostmourne really wants to sleep like an ordinary mortal.

From shoulders to toes, Frostmourne felt that every part of her body was sorely sore, even her voice. She was ravaged by Alsace all day in Stratholme Hotel, Frostmourne sounded Became hoarse.

The body of a mortal is really too fragile. If he is still the same as before, it will be a sword.

——Frostmourne thought this way, arching into Alsace's arms, making himself more comfortable.

Of course, the innocent Little Demon Sword didn't consider a question-if she were still a sword, Arthas would never treat her like this frantically, right?

Ten thousand steps back, even if Arthas thought, there is no suitable hole in that magic sword!

"Xiaoshuang, is it still uncomfortable?"

Arthas noticed the movement of Frostmourne, he opened his eyes and asked in a guilty tone.

Every time the intimacy with Frostmourne ended, Arthas would feel very guilty when he saw the little Demon Sword being tossed to death by himself.

But soon, the next time his desire/reading reaches out, these guilt will be left behind by him again.

Of course, Alsace can't be blamed on this, man... isn't it all?

"Yeah! The master hurts Xiaoshuang everywhere!"

Frostmourne said pitifully, blinking her big black eyes.

"But...it's been a long time...Speaking of which, I blame Xiaoshuang for being so comfortable in your place. Every time you do it, you can't stop it!"

Alsace tried to find an excuse for his "violence" and defended.

"How can you blame Xiaoshuang? Master, you are too much!"

When Frostmourne heard Arthas say this, tears of grievance almost fell.

"Okay, okay... Tomorrow, we will start marching into the ghost land, when that time, Xiaoshuang, you can have a good rest!"

Arthas gently embraced Frostmourne's tender and tender body, stroking and comforting her.

"Um... but when the war here is over, master, you are not going to torture Xiaoshuang... No, Xiaoshuang has to think of a way!"

Frostmourne closed his eyes, pressed his head to Arthas's chest, and muttered while sniffing the familiar breath of his master.

"Think of a way? What way?"

Arthas asked curiously.

"Of course it is the way to deal with you, master! If this goes on, Xiaoshuang will be tortured to death by you, master sooner or later!"

Frostmourne said in a complaining tone.

"It's too exaggerated... how could such a thing happen..."

Arthas smiled and shook his head-Frostmourne was a mysterious existence that even Archimonde and Kil'jaeden didn't care about. How could it... die in his own sex/love?

"Hmph, it's the master who is comfortable anyway, and Xiaoshuang is always the uncomfortable!"

Frostmourne complained dissatisfiedly about Alsace's act of putting on his pants and not recognizing anyone.

"How come, Xiaoshuang, aren't you also very comfortable? I remember today you still..."

Arthas gently squeezed Frostmourne's slender waist, teaching this duplicity little magic sword.

"Don't say it! It's too shameful!"

Frostmourne hurriedly propped up his body, covering Arthas's mouth with his hands.

The master is really, that kind of thing... how can it be mentioned!It's so shy!

——Thinking of the words that made my face red when I was on the bed in Stratholme Town Hotel this afternoon because of the strange feeling coming from under my body, Frostmourne wanted to use a quilt. The idea of ​​burying yourself.

"Okay, okay, don't say anything, but Xiaoshuang, you will obviously be comfortable!"

Arthas held Frostmourne's cold little hand with his backhand, and kneaded it carefully in his palm.

"Huh... the master is a badass!"

Although Frostmourne said so on his lips, he still lay down beside Arthas again insincerely, letting him hold his hand and the master's body, but he pressed closer.

"It would be great if... there are two small creams!"

After a long time, Frostmourne suddenly murmured.

"Huh? What?"

In fact, Arthas was also a little tired today, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, but the vague whispers of Frostmourne made him wake up from the confusion.

"If there are two Xiaoshuangs, if one is tortured and tired by the owner, the other can be replaced, and Xiaoshuang can rest for a while..."

Frostmourne told her unrealistic fantasy.

"But, where can I find another Xiaoshuang?"

Arthas muttered, while holding the soft and cool body of Little Demon Sword with his backhand, he changed to a comfortable position on his side, and fell asleep deeply.

——A little magic sword already made Arthas fall in love with him, he was not a greedy guy, he was already content.

"Well, it's still not good...If there are two Xiaoshuang, who should the owner give more? Maybe they will fight...no, no..."

Frostmourne noticed Alsace's movements, she quickly opened her arms, put her master's head on her soft chest, and then gently patted Alsace's back, as if she was coaxing a child The same as his mother.

——Little Demon Sword likes his master so much, even if it is her own jealousy, she will eat it; the idea of ​​monopolizing Arthas is deeply ingrained in Little Demon Sword's heart, even if she is herself, she cannot separate her own Half of the master!

But... when the war is over, how can Xiaoshuang survive being pressed on the bed/tossing time by her master every day?

Little Demon Sword stared wide-eyed, hugged her master, stared at the gray ceiling of the camp, racking her brains to think about this problem that had troubled her for several years.(To be continued.)

664 Poor little Vereesa is always pinched by her sister!

Vereesa lay in her camp, rolling around in her quilt like a child, but refused to sleep.

"Vereesa, go to bed! Tomorrow we have to leave early!"

Alleria lay beside Vereesa, stretched out a slender lotus root arm from the quilt, and groped her sister's cheek in the dark, and gently touched and said.

"But Sister Alleria... I'm not sleepy at all!"

Vereesa complained coquettishly. Her body was as flexible as a small fish. With only a twist, she got into Alleria's quilt, and then hugged her sister tightly.

Rather than saying that this is Vereesa's camp, it is better to say that this is the camp of the Three Windrunner Sisters.