Chapter 116: Coconut silk entanglement (three)

Have you ever loved me for a second?
Smarar heard his heart pounding in his chest.
Jesse looked at him without blinking, waiting silently for his answer.
Smarr had an illusion. As if if he hadn't spoken, he would wait forever, even if he was old.
He bit his lower lip and slowly lowered his head.
But there was no eternity between them, nor did they grow old. Only the three princes of the elves and the patriarch of the witch tribe, only deception and anger.
Jesse reached out his fingers, hooked his chin, and lifted it gently.
Smar's eyes had to re-visit Jesse's eyes full of treacherous storms.
"Look at me. Answer." His tone was flat, but the intensity was unquestionable.
...
The correct answer should be love. Only by answering this will he have a hint of life.
He was telling himself in this way.
But when the words came to his lips, he retracted again.
Maybe this is a trap? After speaking, he will be mocked fiercely.
Jesse might slap him away in disgust, like mosquitoes.
"Ryan." Jesse's voice was low, and there was a gathering of wind on his face, apparently getting impatient.
Small suddenly smiled, "How do you want me to answer?"
Jesse stared at him silently, the treacherous storm calming down little by little, and finally turned into a pool of standing water. He raised his lips, "what answer do I want, and what answer will you say?"
Small laughed at himself: "People are under the roof, aren't they?"
"Yeah, you're right. In this case ..." His hand suddenly reached his neck, pinching his neck, and snatching him from the front.
Smal was startled. This distance made his lips clearly feel Jesse's breathing.
"Why should I be kind to you." Jesse finished, his lips were caught in his lips, and his tongue slammed into his mouth.
Small retreated subconsciously, but was immobilized by the palm of his hand.
"Alas." Facing the aggressive invasion of his tongue, Smarr stuck out his tongue and resisted.
But his resistance was fragile in the face of Jesse's attack.
Soon Jesse completely occupied the enemy camp and began to lick every part of his mouth as he pleased.
Small felt his body gradually softening, and a flame started to rise in his lower abdomen.
He felt that way.
Because a thousand years ago, he often failed like this.
...
He opened his eyes sharply.
But this is not a thousand years ago, it is a thousand years later!
The hands that had previously reached Jesse's chest pushed forward strongly.
Jesse seemed to have expected it, pressing his palm firmly in his direction.
Smar only felt a sore lip, and Jesse had bitten his lower lip.
The smell quickly spread from his wound and poured into his mouth.
Jesseson opened his teeth, gently licked his tongue through the wound, then let go of his hand.
Smar closed his lips and looked at him alertly.
There was blood on the corners of Jesse's mouth, and the color was so bright that he couldn't wait to rush over to wipe it off.
As if to see his grievances, Jesse stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the blood.
...
If he wasn't sure he was a 100% witch, he would doubt that there was a vampire hybrid in his body. Maybe it was some distant relative of Kim.
Jesse's hand slammed across his face. "When you face me, don't think about others!"
Smarr straightened his head, and quickly converged, and whispered, "When are you going to let me go back?" He finished, feeling the hand holding his chin a little loose.
"If I say, never let it go?" Jesse smiled casually.
Smaller stared at him. "My lord will not agree."
Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Apart from your identity as the three princes of the elves, what else do you have?"
Smarr's fist clenched in anger.
He has never been impulsive, and it can even be said that, in many cases, he is cautious despite being willful. But this time, I don't know why. When I saw Jesse looking at him with such contempt, he felt that the anger in his body was like a volcano, and he could not wait to eject from the crater.
"I still have ..." Smal drove himself five or six meters away with wind magic, and then glared at him, "Magic!"
"Windblade!" His palm flew open, and numerous violent winds slashed towards Jesse like a blade.
Where Jesse sat calmly and fearlessly, it seemed like a pleasant breeze was blowing in front of him.
Smarr watched in horror as the first blade moved across his shoulder, his hand bounced like an electric shock, and quickly changed the direction of the remaining blades.
Rao is so, there are still two wind blades passing over his shoulder and hair.
...
A strand of white hair fluttered to the ground. There were also two drops of bright red blood on it.
Smar took a deep breath, calming his beating heart, "Why don't you hide?"
"Why do you change?"
Questions are exported at the same time.
The two looked at each other.
Finally, Smarr looked away. "You're bleeding."
Jesse lowered his eyelids. "Being soft on the enemy is putting you in danger."
Smar opened his eyes wide, watching his palms open slightly, and moved his mouth quickly. Then his slave-printed arms began to get hot, his head dizzy, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
He just remembered that before the coma, Jesse's face suddenly enlarged in front of him, and his smile ... was even more hateful than he thought!
...
Jesse hugged him and, after confirming that he was fainted, he gently touched the wound on his lips. "Fool, except for the identity of the three elf princes ..." sighed, "And me."
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Simal woke up.
it's getting dark.
He moved, thinking of getting up, but found that there was still a man lying beside him. Without having to turn on the lights, he also knew that this man was Jesse.
"If you're hungry, you can eat on the table in the living room." In the darkness, Jesse's voice was clear.
Smar slept inside the bed, and if he got out of bed, he had to cross Jesse. He was silent for a moment. "Are you bandaged?"
"No." Calmly calmly.
"Why?" His tone was a little urgent.
"Not enough."
Smaller imagined that it was really hard to bandage one arm. "Where is the medicine chest?"
"This is your house, don't you know?" His voice was a little ridiculous.
"... You have never been injured." Every time he was injured, Jesse bandaged him. So he never knew where the magical medicine chest in Jesse's hand came from.
Jesse moved his body and said, "In the back of the living room cabinet."
Smal groped silently, preparing to step over him and get out of bed. But when he touched it, he found that he had retracted his legs and let the way out.
When he heard Soso getting out of bed, Jesse said lightly: "Remember to turn on the lights, don't fall ..."
boom.
"……wrestle."
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Turning on the light, Smar took the medicine chest to the bed, and found that his wound had stuck to his clothes.
"You ..." He couldn't help staring.
"This is the wound you caused." Jesse said indifferently. "Should you be happier when you see this?"
Smar took out the scissors from the medicine box, and resentfully said, "Yes, I wish I could cut the wound bigger."
"Please, please." Jesse narrowed his eyes.
Smal held his scissors, squinted his eyes, and struggled with his sleeves, blood, and skin.
After about an hour of struggling, all the broken fabrics were left.
Jesse watched him finish the potion and prepared to bandage, his hand stopped strangely in the air. "Remorse?"
Smaller returned the gauze to the medicine chest.
Jesse raised an eyebrow.
"I just remembered that, as the three princes of the elven world, I unfortunately would be cured." Previously, in order to pretend to be low-key and incompetent, he always used physical therapy for his injuries. But now that it has been revealed anyway, he can finally cast his magic unscrupulously.
A golden light glowed from the palm of his palm, rubbing lightly across the wound.
Jesse felt the flesh on the wound madly moving closer to each other and healing.
"Okay." Smal put away the medicine chest.
Jesse looked at the pink scar on his arm. "This is the cure for the three princes in the elven world?"
"Compared to the slave mark you left on my arm, it looks good and beautiful." Smal's voice came from the direction of the living room.
Jesse got up and walked slowly to the guest room.
Smal was eating dinner slowly.
"Why save me?" Jesse stood by the door, staring at him grimly.
Smar's move to eat was a little paused, and he said casually: "Please, please."
"Oh?"
Smal put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, and turned his head seriously: "Only to please, I can go back safely, isn't it?"
"Really?" Jesse asked back.
'Yes. ‘These words twiddled in Smal ’s mouth twice, but still did n’t say it, but whispered,
I always want to go back.

"Do you really want to go back this way?"
...
Smar found that since he was here, none of Jesse's questions can answer.
Does he really want to go back?
The answer should have been hesitant to say yes, but he found that he was stupefied.
Jesse apparently made his silence the default, "Since that's the case, I'll tell you a way."
Smal shook. He didn't know why the strong loss in his chest was rising, but he adjusted quickly and forced to laugh: "What method?"
Jesse looked at him, with deep eyes as if to him in, "Cooperate with me."
Cooperate?
How to cooperate?
Smarr's eyes could not help glancing towards the bed.
In fact, there was another reason to insist on escaping. That's what he found, that he couldn't refuse to please Jesse. Not only can not be refused, there are even signs of sinking.
He is the three princes in the elf world, how can he happily and tenderly embrace under a man?
His face suddenly turned red, but he couldn't tell if it was because of shame or anger, or even ... other.
Jesse's fingers lightly touched his flaming earlobe, and his voice was dumb: "This is your only way."