My Heroic Life

Joan glanced at the ring on his left hand. The white silver ring seemed to be a sharp sword that pierced the heart. Just a glance made her feel like a knife. She turned her head in fear and raised her arm to wipe her tears. , But the tears were wiped more and more.

Roland followed her gaze and looked at his left hand. The next moment he realized it suddenly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Jeanne's arm, and said eagerly:

"What are you thinking! When did I say I'm leaving?"

"You didn't say it, but I know, is it a pity that you don't see Altria but me when you wake up? Do you think I'm troublesome, so you don't want to see me at all?"

"How is it possible, what do you think?"

Roland hurriedly denied, but Joan was already sobbing and crying, and the grasped hand desperately wanted to withdraw.

"Let go, let go!"

"Don't let go! Joan, calm down and listen to me."

"Oh, yes, I am an impure woman who is completely two extremes compared to her. Compared to me who is disgusted by people, it is much better to stand with her who Wanmin longs for. I am all disgusting. Curse, but she can impose sacred blessings on you."

"Jan of Arc!"

After the fall, Joan's inner inferiority was once again revealed. She endured the pain in her heart and laughed miserably: "Even the time spent together, ha ha, I really have no advantage at all, like me Such a woman, as filthy as me..."

"enough!"

After listening to Joan of Arc’s self-depreciation, Roland finally couldn’t help screaming. The interrupted girl was startled. She looked at the young man through her dim teary eyes and found that Roland seemed to be really angry for the first time. Up.

"On the night I went to save you, in the court hall, before William and the others, do you remember what I said to you?"

Roland took a deep breath and asked like a dazed Joan. The girl thought for a while, her expression changed, and she panicked.

"Oh, remember it?"

"Wait, wait, idiot, don't... uh!"

In Joan of Arc’s panic, Roland kissed the girl’s pink lips fiercely, sticking out her tongue without politeness, prying her teeth and drilling in. The girl shook her body instantly, but she was forced to hold her when she wanted to get up. After that, his strength became weaker and weaker, and the whole body began to weaken, and he collapsed in the man's arms.

As the saying goes, when you go to the countryside, Roland is a person who obeys the rules. Therefore, he is in France and uses French wet kisses. This behavior represents that he is an upright and civilized person.

No matter what others think, he thinks so anyway.

The faint sound of saliva exchange lasted for nearly a minute, and the long, deep, and passionate kiss finally ended. The two separated, Roland took a few breaths, and Jeanne flushed and began to gasp violently.

"Huh, huh, are you an idiot? Huh, it's hard to understand."

"Is it difficult to understand? It's okay, you can understand it slowly."

"what?"

"You seem to belittle yourself four times with a bad vocabulary just now? You only offset it once."

"What, what?"

With an unbelievable expression on Joan's face with her hands caught, she asked with a trembling voice:

"Lan? You, are you kidding, kind of, four times?"

"Yeah, I'm a man who talks and counts."

"No, no, wait, wait, you really can't... Um!"

The second entanglement began. The difference from the first time was that the two were a little more proficient, their teeth no longer bumped, and the sex lasted longer. After more than a minute, the two separated again and Jeanne's face was already red. It's out of shape.

"Huhuhu, I, I was wrong, so be it, don't continue."

"No way."

"What? I have said enough, not allowed...Um!"

For the third time, the man showed no mercy and was brutal. His skill level rose again, the stimulation increased, the time doubled, and the girl's body began to tremble during the kiss.

"Huh, Lan, it really doesn't work, I really don't work."

The third time lasted for more than two minutes. When she parted, Jeanne couldn't lift her head. She gasped and begged for mercy: "Don't continue, please, my mind, my mind is so strange."

"Well, I didn't expect your reaction to be so severe."

Roland said in surprise, seeming to sigh with regret, then raised Jeanne's face and said:

"But I refuse."

"Hey? Wait, wait, calm down, I... Um!"

In the fourth decisive battle, the youth's proficiency was upgraded again, and the gap between the two sides began to be obvious. The kissing that stimulated the tongue nerve endings was particularly strong for women. So Roland actually has a natural advantage, not to mention that Joan of Arc is too pure. I have never experienced these things at all, and my resistance is almost zero.

In terms of results, Joan was completely defeated.

The fourth time was about three minutes, when Joan was already soft, Roland released the hand that grabbed her arms as agreed, and the girl fell directly on him, she repeatedly supported her body and wanted to leave. , And repeatedly fell into the arms of the youth with weak arms.

Roland looked at Joan of Arc as if he was drunk and couldn't help but laugh. He put his hands through her armpits and pulled her up and hugged her tightly, whispering in her blood-red ears:

"Previous question. I will answer you now, don't worry, I will not go anywhere."

"!"

When the struggling Joan stopped, she tremblingly asked, "Really?"

"of course."

The young man sighed with a wry smile, and patted Joan on the back with his hand.

"My relationship with Lily and Morgan is real, but my relationship with you is also real."

"But, but you have been with them for so many years, from childhood to adulthood, but less than a year with us, how could this be the same."

"It's really different."

Roland touched the ring in his hand and replied, shocking Joan on the shoulder. The girl held her breath in fear, and then heard the youth say:

"After so many years of getting along, I know Lily and Morgan better than anyone else. Compared with me, I don’t know much about you and Marda. Many times I need to express my thoughts in order to communicate. However, that It’s not a bad thing either."

The youth said while combing the girl's hair with his hands:

"Aren't most people in this world familiar and getting along like this? I have experienced many things together with you. Don't you even trust me?"

"But, what if they insist you go back?"

Joan asked worriedly. Roland thought for a while, then slowly shook his head. With the current situation of the European Union, Altria and Morgan would not do this.

"Don't worry, now I can't go even if I want to, let's say..."