My Frostmourne can't be so cute

In the lounge, after hearing Frostmourne's retelling of the information she overheard next door, Arthas said in a bit of amazement-he was fairly familiar with Illidan, and was in the original time flow with Malfurion. There is almost no communication-I heard that Malfurion and Tyrande are a couple ten thousand years later, but from the current point of time, there seems to be no sign...

"Right!"

Frostmourne got dressed, sat opposite Arthas, blinked and said.

"Wait... if it's such a personal suspicion... that means it's just Tyrande and the others? It's not the moon temple or night elves' suspicion of us?"

Alsace asked somewhat to himself.

"I don't understand..."

Frostmourne said with a bitter face.

"I want to say... Then why did you take off my pants and do something like that! Did you deliberately make me foolish!"

Looking at Frostmourne's innocent expression, Arthas suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her, pinched Little Demon Sword's cheek, and asked in a vicious voice.

"Just...yes! Who called the master...you didn't care about Xiaoshuang when you talked to that old woman yesterday!"

Frostmourne was squeezed by Arthas, his white cheeks bulging, like a little squirrel stuffed with food in his mouth, and his words were a little confused.

"you……"

Arthas didn't expect Frostmourne to admit it so frankly, and he pinched Frostmourne's face in a good manner and amused—how could this guy never change his mischief who likes to tease people?

"Humph!"

Frostmourne’s sad face was pinched by the master, and Little Demon Sword didn’t want to resist. He just stared at Arthas with widened eyes-if the master doesn’t talk to Xiaoshuang, Xiaoshuang will let you shine in front of the old woman Ass!

Just when Arthas didn't know what to do with the naughty little magic sword, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Mr. Alsace, Ms. Frost, may I come in?"

Tyrande's soft voice came from outside the door.

"Ah... this... okay, but... wait a moment! wait a moment!"

Arthas was stunned for a moment, and then when Frostmourne's narrow eyes reminded him, he realized that he hadn't put on his pants yet, and quickly changed his words.

"Hehe, the master almost opened the door naked!"

Frostmourne took the opportunity to break free from Arthas's "devil's claws", and said with a mockery pointing to his master.

"Don't blame you!"

Arthas blushed, grabbing his trousers and putting them on his legs, while gratifying Frostmourne for gloating.

"Hehe, master, come on! Xiaoshuang is going to open the door!"

Frostmourne rolled his eyes and thought of a way to tease his master.

"Hey!"

Arthas was carrying his pants, and when he heard Frostmourne say this, he quickly stopped her from speaking.

"Hehe, no!"

Frostmourne jumped out of the bed dexterously, ran to the door happily, and suddenly opened the door of the lounge.

...

Tyrande knocked on the door of Arthas and Frostmourne lightly, but there was some uneasiness in his heart-Tyrande was here to find Alsace White-after all, although Tyrande thought Mr. Alsace Ms. Heshuang probably didn't notice her previous voyeuristic behavior... But some things can be regarded as not happening without others discovering!

The door of the rest room opened quickly—even though Mr. Alsace seemed to have said that he would wait for a while, Ms. Shuang quickly opened the door.

Tyrande was slightly taken aback when she saw Frostmourne opening the door—the unique long black hair draped softly behind Ms. Frost, but she didn’t know why the strands of hair on her forehead looked a bit messy; her charming cheeks were tender. It was almost able to squeeze out the water, and the rosy lips shone with a jewel-like luster, and there were still some water marks. Tyrande knew this must be because of the previous kiss of Mr. Alsace and Ms. Frost...

"What to look at!"

Frostmourne said to Tyrande angrily.

"No... I'm sorry..."

Tyrande was taken aback and quickly apologized.

"Ahem... Ms. Tyrande, hello, please come in."

Arthas didn't know when he appeared behind Frostmourne. He hurriedly put down the skirt of his robe, covered the belt of his trousers, and tried to make it look like nothing happened. Said to Tyrande.

"Um...thank you..."

Tyrande lowered her head and dared not look at Alsace's face. She followed Frostmourne and walked into the lounge, closed the door with her backhand, and stood there quietly, as if she had forgotten that she was here. The host of, and Arthas and Frostmourne are just two sojourner guests.

"Ahem...Ms. Tyrande, is there anything wrong with coming so early?"

Arthas tried to pretend to be calm and asked Tyrande. In fact, he was really flustered and embarrassed. You know, just now, he and the mischievous Frostmourne were in this pure moon. There was a sex scene in front of the Priestess of Heaven--although it was mostly due to the hoax of Frostmourne, but...I don’t know if Tyrande came to him for this part of the reason!(To be continued.)

988 Breakthrough

"Ah, I'm... I'm here to confess your mistakes to Mr. Alsace!"

Tyrande looked up like a frightened little rabbit, looked up at Arthas in a panic, then immediately lowered his head, and said sadly.

"What? Admit it?"

Arthas froze for a moment, and asked in disbelief—he thought Tyrande was here to inquire about his sins, maybe he would seriously discuss with himself about being in the holy Moon Temple and Frostmourne Days What kind of unforgivable act of prostitution is, I didn't expect that the first word of the priestess of the moon turned out to be... she was wrong?What did she do wrong?

"That's it, I..."

Tyrande squeezed, and suddenly sniffed, feeling that the smell in the room was not quite right...well...it seemed to smell like sashimi, and it seemed like... Tyrande couldn't bear it. I remembered his mount.

His Royal Highness Elune, the moon god, is on top--Tyrande quickly confessed in her heart--Of course she was not saying that the lounge where Mr. Arthas lived was like an animal pen, but...

Tyrande thought of his mount-it was a rare nightsaber with a faint black stripe on its white skin... Tyrande once remembered that he was happy when he first got that nightsaber. A few days, especially after seeing that the little Nightsaber that Illidan and Malfurion first domesticated were ugly and pure black.

Tyrande often played with her mount, treating it as her own companion-she would cleanse the white nightsaber, feed her fragrant, cooked meat and delicious berries- —Of course the naughty little leopard always swallows the meat round, and chews up the berries that Tyrande finds delicious and then throws it out...

Tyrande gave her little leopard a nice name-"Eskadar"-she had dreamed very early that if one day, she could ride on the back of the grown-up little leopard Travel the whole continent.

But after the little leopard grew up a little bit, Tyrande felt troubled—whenever a certain period of time came—sometimes it was spring, sometimes it was autumn, the little leopard always became very irritable. Tyrande had to work hard to catch her, bathe her and feed her.

Whenever this happened, the little leopard always lay restlessly in Tyrande’s arms, let out a short, hurried growl, and rubbed Tyrande’s thigh. Some slimy, clear liquid got on Tyrande's leg.

Tyrande carefully observed the little leopard's body and found that the shiny liquid came out of the place where she was peeing...but it didn't seem to be urine, because it smelled weird, but it smelled like urine. Different smell.

Tyrande could not say what kind of smell it was, but... it seemed to be similar to the smell in Mr. Alsace's lounge now...

Did Mr. Alsace and Ms. Frost also raise baby leopards?——Tyrande thought so.