Frostmourn was free to control her dress—Arthas knew that, though he hadn't been able to figure out what Frostsorrow's clothes and shoes were made of—but that didn't stop him from being amazed when the thin layer of fabric suddenly disappeared in front of him, and a pair of twin peaks like young white pigeons were displayed naked and naked in front of him.

Frost's sorrow suddenly became insignificant in front of Arthas—the immaculate body, even though Arthas had been played with and desecrated countless times, would never lose its whirlpool attraction to him.

Benqi, who had already become more and more fiery and erect because of the play of Frost Sorrow's morning play, after the little magic sword faded the light blue dress, could already reach the deep valley between Frost Sorrow's slender legs - yin and yang attract, positive and negative offset each other, and in this valley, there seemed to be a cool mysterious spring, just enough to soothe the raging fire under Arthas's lower abdomen.

That's right, the fire—Arthas felt like his whole body was about to burn—though in a country and a time he was not familiar with, but ...... Frost's grief had come to this point, and Arthas felt that if he continued to pretend or be indifferent, it would be ...... What kind of man is it? The prince of the kingdom of Lordaeron would never back down at a time like this!

"Xiaoshuang, this is your own request......

Arthas quickly grabbed Frost Sorrow's delicate waist, and with his other hand, he skillfully climbed the side of the little magic sword's chest, gently twisting the plump "little cherry" that had been upturned.

"Oops!"

Frost Grief let out an exclamation. The body that was originally straight suddenly became a little weak - the little magic sword had to wrap his hands around his master's neck, and the whole person snuggled up, so as not to accidentally fall.

But it doesn't matter if the frost is sorrowful. There were places on Arthas's body that were so hard that they were about to catch up with steel—the little magic sword that fell slightly downward, and suddenly found that between his legs he had been held up by a hot, round thing.

"Oh, the master......"

Frost's sad mouth let out a sweet and greasy ** - the little magic sword knew what would happen next - that made her look forward to it and a little ...... Fear of things.

"It's too late to say anything now, who told you to secretly do those weird things while I'm asleep...... Naughty children are punished, you know? ”

Arthas was in good health—he held Frost Sorrow in his hands, but it didn't take much effort. He propped up his body, slammed the little magic sword under his body, and suddenly turned over and became the master - no. It seems that he has always been the master of Frost Sorrow.

Frost Grief, who was crushed under Arthas, had barely time to let out an exclamation when he heard his master say this to himself in a frightened tone.

"Xiaoshuang is not a child, Xiaoshuang is the master's fiancée!"

Frost Grief defended unconvinced.

"It doesn't matter if it's a child or not. All will be punished! It's useless for you to cry later. Got it? ”

Arthas was amused by the sorrow of the frost and wanted to laugh a little—but this was what the little girl cared about......

"Hmm...... The main owner is happy if he is happy......"

Frostmourn murmured, her slender arms wrapped tightly around Arthas's broad shoulders, legs apart, and climbed onto Arthas's waist - the little magic sword was ready to please its master.

"Little Frost ......"

Arthas didn't know what to say now—maybe he didn't have to say anything, and he didn't intend to say it—and he leaned down slightly, kissing Frost Sorrow's eternally iceberg-cold lips, a slight strain on his waist. The bonus, which was already so hot that it almost exploded, slowly slid into the cool, cold valley of Frost Sorrow.

"Hmm......"

Frostmourn tightened her arms around Arthas's shoulders. Then he went limp again - when was the last time the master tortured Xiaoshuang like this? I forgot, but the owner's baby seems to be bigger than last time...... Is it the frost that has gotten tighter? Or is it something else? In a word...... It's hot, it's sour......

As early as before, when Frost Sorrow took advantage of Arthas's sleep to tease her, Little Demon Sword's own body also had a lot of reactions - it seems that this ambiguous and charming thing is like this, once experienced, although there is still some fear and rejection from the heart, but even Frost Sorrow can't stop those sticky, cool jade dew elixir gurgling out of his mouth and thighs.

It took little effort for Arthas to push his fiery boon all the way to the depths of the Valley of Frostmourn - though he still had a little bit of his strength outside, Arthas knew he should give Frostmourn a little time to adjust.

Even so, it had already saddened the long-unpromised Frost Sorrow - Arthas only slightly loosened her lips, and the little magic sword let out a tactful, "babbling" ** sound.

Although Frost's sad voice was not very high-pitched, this was not his own camp after all, he didn't want Frost's sad movement to spread, so he had to choke the lips of the little magic sword again, squeezed her small two rows of teeth, and stirred her flexible little tongue in her cold mouth, sucking the sweet liquid, blocking all the ** in the mouth of the little magic sword, turning into a thick nasal voice.

……

Tyrande, who was peeping next door, was completely stunned - she had been amazed at how strange Lady Frost's ritual was, and she was still in emotion when Mr. Arthas woke up.

Then, Tyrande noticed that Mr. Arthas's expression was a strange one - although Tyrande did not understand the conversation between him and Frost, she felt as if Mr. Arthas was arguing with Frost about something.

Then Mr. Arthas sat up, but Lady Frost kept her hands and feet together, and crawled towards Mr. Arthas like a sturdy little leopard.

I don't know what Mr. Arthas and Miss Frost said, but Miss Frost suddenly straightened up, and then ...... Then Tyrande was taken aback, because he didn't know what had happened, and Lady Frost's clothes were all gone!

A fair, delicate carcass appeared in front of Tyrande, and in a way she could not have foreseen, at a time that she could not have predicted at all.

Tyrande's eyes widened as he looked at Frost Lady's naked/naked body - an unknown impulse ran around her chest, for some reason, Tyrande felt dizzy, but he didn't blink for fear of missing something, (to be continued......)