Chapter 880: Serving soft

With a spirit in his heart, Locke woke up most of the time.
Obviously, he just pulled the corner of the clothes, but Locke felt the warmth between Ashael's fingers behind his cold clothes.
A turbulent flame rose in Locke's chest, no matter who was behind him, and no matter what consequences he would cause, Locke's brain temporarily lost the room to think.
Turning around, he picked up Ashael and hugged him. Locke kicked the door next to him and ran straight to the bedroom.
At this time, Locke was like a beast and a very impatient child. After throwing Ashaer into bed indiscriminately, Locke kissed Ashaer's moving lips.
At the tip of Axal's tongue full of faint fragrance, Locke smelled a hint of alcohol.
Just as Locke rudely unbuttoned his clothes and was about to apply the same rudeness to Ashaer, he always curled up together, and Ashaer, whose chest slightly undulated, opened her eyes and she looked at Locke and said, " I just want to thank you for saving me, just like my sister thanked you."
Ashaer didn't know that Kyla was originally picked up by Lock Qiang. Rock and Kyla had always explained to the people around them that after Locke rescued her, the two had a relationship and couldn't help themselves.
This time, Axal seemed to substitute his role into Keira.
At this time, Locke would explain so much to Ashaer, he was about to be suffocated.
Slowly closing her eyes, Ashaer's long eyebrows were still shaking slightly, this was her first time.
Locke once saw such a side of Ashaer, and was gradually burned. The clean and sensible Locke, like a tiger, rushed to the little lamb of Ashaer.
Fierce collisions, beast-like roars, and moving long chants are performed in this boudoir-filled boudoir
Waking up the next day, Locke squeezed his eyebrows with his limbs weak, how long he had not felt so weak.
Only today, this weakness does not come from Locke’s incompletely healed injury, but from the vigorous exercise of this guy for most of the night.
Beside Locke's arm, Ashaer, whose skin was as white as sheep fat, greasy and smooth, was still sleeping peacefully.
Locke was refreshing, but Ashaer was tossed miserably, not to mention that for the first time, she suffered from the violent wind and rain that Locke didn't understand.
Appreciating the beauty of the spring light on the bed, Locke sighed that he did not expect Ashaer's dark magic to run down, which turned out to be such a touching posture.
Until now, Locke still has a sense of unreliability living in a dream. It is possible for him to have a relationship with anyone, but he never wanted to have such a relationship with Ashar one day.
All along, his relationship with Ashaer is very delicate, there is a cooperative relationship between partners, there is a relative relationship between the aunt and the brother-in-law, there is also a benefactor relationship that has taken care of Locke.
Even if they are so familiar, one eye can confirm each other's thoughts.
But now they have another relationship, whether they are husband and wife, lover, or both.
Subconsciously, Locke has always had a fear of Ashaer, which came from the beginning of his knighthood, Ashaer has a strong and inviolable image in his mind.
If Locke, who had restored his intellectual judgment at this time, was returned to yesterday, he would not necessarily dare to do such a shocking thing.
But just do it, Locke is not a person who dare not admit.
And from the reaction of Ashaer last night, it seems that she did not mean too much to refuse?
When Locke was thinking about it and there was a chaos in his heart, Axal rolled around lazily and made a snorting hum.
White as jade's arm embraced Locke's right arm, and Ashaer had not yet awoke.
For the first time seeing Ashael's intimate behavior towards himself, Locke blushed.
Whatever he thinks about, he cherishes the moment. Locke expelled the chaotic thoughts from his mind, snuggling Ashaar sideways, and gradually fell into a deep sleep
"It's just an accident between me and you. You can't tell others about our relationship, let alone Kayla." In the room, Ashar, who re-dressed the magic robe, said seriously to Locke.
Ashaer's request was somewhat beyond Locke's expectations.
"Why? Don't you want to be with me?" Lock asked.
"I don't want to," Ashaer replied with a straight face.
With a choking word, Lock rolled his eyes. "Why do you agree with me?"
"I said, this is just to thank you for saving me." Ashaer said.
"What if it's not enough to just thank you this time? I want more." Locke said in full measure, and walked in front of Ashaer, the distance between them was less than one centimeter.
The answer to Locke was the dark elemental sphere gradually condensed in Axal's hands.
Waiting for Ashaer's dark elemental orb to be completed, Locke, the faster, took the lead, and the turbulent wind was wrapped in Locke's left fist. With just one punch, Locke dispersed Ashaer's uncondensed Dark Elemental Sphere.
Since the body gradually recovered, Locke found that his strength seemed to have been further improved. Although he has not been tested with a combat force detector, he believes that in human form, he must have made a considerable progress than the previous combat effectiveness.
And in the face of Locke's boxing style, Ashaer also deliberately released water.
The most serious injury to Locke is the left arm. There is no good way to do it now. If he collides with the Dark Elemental Sphere at this time, even Ashaer cannot guarantee that Locke will fall into a disabling state again.
After defeating the Dark Elemental Sphere, Locke embraced Ashaer in his arms. Obviously, he has always been in awe of Ashaer in his heart, but somehow, Locke now only wants to show his tough side.
"Thorn!" The magic robe was torn to pieces by Locke, and the two rolled together again.
"I didn't have much fun yesterday, I'm going to continue." Locke said with a pinch of Ashaer's chin.
His face turned pale, Ashaer was angry.
But considering that a second-level magician was approached by a second-level knight and locked tightly with his limbs, Axal opened his mouth and wanted to blame something.
But soon, the language that Ashaer scolded became a groan, and the room was full of spring again.
This time, Locke chose to fight in the living room. If it weren't for the body to be restrained, Ashaer would never allow Locke to come here.
"You can't tell Kayla them" Ashaer gasped.
Locke just ignored his head, but ignored it.
Ashaer's voice gradually changed, and under the brutal impact of Locke, she began to lose her helmet.
"Please" the weak and undulating accent came from Ashaer's mouth, this is the first time Locke heard Ashaer's soft performance.
After a few seconds of silence, Locke said, "I see."