pregnant with the president's cub

And this way of pleasing, even a person like her who has experienced all kinds of entertainment bombardment (video pictures) since the era of information explosion can still bear it.

She jumped up and sat up, covered her eyes to avoid suspicion, and raised her other hand tremblingly to stop his evil actions, "Stop it for me."

?? Conscious imperative statement, carrying the natural sense of oppression of the superior to the inferior, Hades? ?? The action appears to be frozen in a moment, but it returns to normal soon.

Her orders were too gentle, with helpless concessions. Hades had long been used to the violent intimidation of the gods, and the tough and ruthless treatment of the side of the next god. Such a weak order... made him feel a long-lost rebellion... thread.

Their lineage grew up in the process of overthrowing the rule of God the Father. The strong trampled on the weak to become kings, and the blood flowed with rhymes of singing and fighting.The more amiable and withdrawn the superiors are, the more aggressive this group of god-defying gods will be.

Persephone breathed a sigh of relief when she heard nothing.She thought it was safe to open her eyes, but as soon as the eyelashes swept across her palms, her fingers were grabbed and removed.

An Nishen pretending to be a lamb had already pasted her arrogantly. After staring at her quietly for a while, he said, "Why? Resist me to give you a gift?"

His tone didn't show the slightest anger of being rejected, he was just simply explaining.

Persephone felt tense at the corners of his eyes and tense at the corners of his mouth.This gift was too straightforward, but the tone of the other party was too docile, as if this was a very normal question, so normal that people couldn't think about it.

If the other party's hand didn't pinch her waist, and gave her a chance to retreat, her handsome body bent down contentedly, and the breath between her lips brushed her cheek lightly, and the whole person changed instantly... The scorching hot cage, without any difference... swaying his damn male charm.

She would definitely think he was pure and innocent.

Does Persephone really know that the education in this strange world is too open, or is it just that Hades is so bohemian?She clutched at her fragile morality, and then, without hesitation, broke away from the gangster's hand on her waist.

The sensitive place was pinched with such inevitable force, she exploded.

"Do you have to take off your clothes for the gift here?" Persephone implicitly expressed her acceptance of this place's "gift".

He dances as he dances, taking off his shirt and intending to untie his belt. This... on the modern street, he can be arrested for just breaking the custom... to receive a righteous education.

The tails of Hades' eyes drooped slightly, as if he felt that this was a strange question.

"Why...can I take off my clothes? My body doesn't have...any flaws. From shoulders to tailbone, from legs to toes, there is not...a trace of excess fat, and there is no...any trace of ugliness."

Only one who has a flawed body is ashamed to see others.A healthy and perfect body is generously displayed, just like a golden dagger revealed by opening a box, which can only be admired.

Hades talked about his naked body, as if he was talking about a well-designed item, and said that it was very reasonable.Such a natural and flat attitude made Persephone wonder whether she was making too much fuss, or she was out of her mind to see the prostitution.

??It's just taking off your clothes and dancing??It's not so...remarkable...is it?

"What are you doing?" Persephone stammered.

Hades changed his expression, pressed his fingers on the back of her hand, and pressed her palm against his body, like a deliveryman asking a customer to inspect the goods, calmly introducing his products.

"You can peel off the linen square cloth on my body, examine my body with your eyes, and if you feel that it needs to be changed, you can cut it with the knife I gave you, Then I'll make that part grow back...yours..."

He mistakenly thought that her liking was because of his beautiful body.

Persephone looked blankly at Hades with a face of "this is normal", and said to this god, how could he deal with the body so casually?

Self-disassembly, self-assembly, and even on-site customization?

If you cut off his white arms today, grow blue arms tomorrow, cut off his feet the day after tomorrow, grow octopus tentacles, and wait until the whole body is changed again, will it still be the original Hades?

By the way, he also said before that if he wants to fight against his riots, he can cut his "that what", what can grow after cutting it?

Countless scary and weird dark thoughts emerged from her mind, and they were crushed by her iron fist. Hades is sick, and neurotic children are naturally happier.

She was able to mess around with him, but in the end she could only turn her head silently, put her hands on her neck, and compromised with difficulty before suffocating.

"You can dance if you like." After she finished speaking, she added in a broken voice, "?? You need to take off your clothes."

Her manager suspected that Hades was a good negotiator. If the initial "striptease" proposal was accepted, she would propose a new proposal of "exactly...exactly...".As long as the second proposal is bloody and cruel enough, the first proposal is immediately set off...fresh and pleasant, making people hate...he dances immediately....

Hades looked at her in shock, his black eyes were like mirrors without light, and he simply rubbed her figure into it.

Persephone's face was stiffened by his... deadly way of judging people, why... was he wronged when he took off his clothes?

She actually...knows that she is so good at reading people's faces. It is obvious that Hades has a paralyzed face, and she has seen a few of them. Even the eyes are as cute as moldy crepe. .

But she could easily detect his various...weird little emotions.

"You're like this..." After a pause, she compromised and looked away, "It's already very good."

The corners of Hades's slightly drooping mouth and the end of his eyes suddenly lifted..., he straightened up gracefully like a victor who defeated the enemy, his drooping fingers were naturally curved, and the fingertips were covered with red paint.

It was only then that Persephone noticed that the ends of his eyes were as intensely red as poison. It was because his fingers scratched the skin, and the color from his fingertips was scratched.

This carefulness is still ??preparation?????

Her eyes were glued to his round nails, and she watched his left eye, which had no red marks, caress casually. Starting from the corner of the eye, her fingers slid neatly to the messy black hair, a strand of the same color The long scars appear precisely at the same position as the right eye.

Symmetrical red marks appear on the end of Shenming's cold and white eyes, like a red beak hidden in white bird feathers protruding out suddenly, and all static pictures have come alive....

Persephone suffocated, and the hand that was propped on the side of the bed also slightly bent, and her fingertips sank into the soft quilt.

At a certain moment, her heart also fell into this white feather full of traps. There were sharp red spears all over her face, which directly pierced her instinct...for the purest beauty.

Hades is like a keen falcon, capturing his heart?? his own sense of longing??.This...is an easy task..., in the face of the huge heat...fluctuations in his heart, her wavering is weak...like a wisp of smoke that disappears in a blink of an eye.

Hades resisted stretching out his hand and clenched it as if eager to hold something.The red paint on his fingers flowed to the crevices of his fingers, and the paint that saturates his power turned into a snake that began to wrap around his wrist.

Persephone saw the red snake swim from his strong wrist bones to his bare arms, and finally to his neck, drawing a pattern of shining strangle marks with snake scales.

If the red snake is desire, desire is already like fire, burning beautifully on his body.

Hades tore off the snake from his neck...and weighed it in his hands, intending to use it to replace the ivy that Dionysus used to.He stretched out his foot and stepped on the ground, thinking about the rhythm of the carnival footsteps.

Or need? Tambourine and flute, also? Chorus accompaniment.

He has been away from Olympus for too long, and he has forgotten how believers love...chasing and praising their own gods, and can only love her according to the rules.

He stretched out his hand to pat the inner wall painting with a serious face, and the pattern on the painting was immediately separated into various pigments.

The patina of rust outlines the outline of the instrument, the yellow pigment of saffron turns into seven strings, the red juice of madder root paints the pattern of the arm, and the accompanying flat piano appears.

Tambourines and flutes were born in woad, and choir members also emerged from the colored lines, grabbing the blue musical instruments together.

It's a small, but big show.

The believers who performed the dance for the first time rigorously prepared the stage, as if they were dancing, as if they were drawing the interval lines of the clay tablets of death.

Persephone blinked, and looked at Hades without saying a word. He was so serious that it made people feel ashamed to be blasphemous. It was really a work of art that had been stripped and had no appetite.

But the next moment, a stunning scene stimulated her body trembling.

Hades jumped directly from the innocent and jerky childhood to the frantic courtship. ?? Ashamed to give everything, he generously tightened his body lines,

The receding neck reveals the red juice of the incomplete madder root, the curly black hair flies backward, the tight waist is like a fully drawn bow, and pure male hormones emanate from the powerful arms.

The beautiful strength of the waist, hips and back was like a thick whip, which immediately hit Persephone's senses, making her sit upright....

The place where it was drawn was extremely hot, and the scorching heat began to emerge from her skin one after another, warming her face, but she turned her eyes away.

In fact, she never took her eyes off him when he started to pull the needle away and the paint smeared on his skin.

Hades is beautiful, but most of the time, this beauty is like a stone sculpture frozen on a three-dimensional building. It is so high that people want to take three steps back before they get close.

Persephone maintained a repressed sense of vigilance towards him, as if he was watching a ferocious beast imprisoned in a "sense cage", and worried every day that the lock of his reason would be unlocked. In no time, he rushed out to cause some damage to her.

This is a human being's reflex...to be on guard against creatures that are stronger than itself. After all, when a giant poisonous snake spreads its fangs and approaches the rabbit, even if it just wants to...kiss the rabbit's ear, the rabbit can't be scared... trembling.

Under the absolute control of the strong over the weak, all warm and friendly gestures are fair.

but……

Persephone saw her hand...knowing when to lift it up...as if touching someone who was dancing for her in front of her.When did she start to feel that she was the snake full of threats, while Hades was the weak rabbit.

Just like this moment...

"Hades." A simple call.

Hades, who was dancing, was still counting the number of dance steps. Hearing her soft call, he immediately appeared in front of Persephone and asked, "What's wrong?"

He was so fast that Persephone's raised finger just touched his cheek.The violent believer's dance didn't make him gasp, but the frankincense on his body was released by the heat and surrounded her.

Seeing her silence, Hades expressed...resisting seriousness and seriousness, "Can dancing... please you?"

The sacrifices were rejected one by one, making Hades think again???? Ask which god to get a reliable answer. First rule out the thief Demeter, who else will know better? Sephine's preference?

It's really on call.Persephone retracted her hand, hesitated for a while before finally retracting it, clenched her fist and placed it on her lap.

"...Yes, I'm just sleepy." After finishing speaking, she suppressed a yawn.

Hades didn't feel the slightest joy of being interrupted from the dance. He raised his hand and waved it. The black mist swept across the chorus, and the resulting paint melted and flowed onto the blank wall automatically, transforming again. ? A mural of flowers in full bloom.

Then let Persephone lie back on the bed, and when covering her with the quilt, he noticed something looking down, and a pot of weak pea sprouts was placed listlessly by the foot of the bed.

Persephone said in a low voice, "That's a fruit growing on my head. I want to try to feed it."

feed.

The pea fruit grew because she had the power of a believer, but the power he gave was full of the corruption of death.It can only maintain the vitality of plants for a period of time, but it can make plants really grow.

Because the plants face the sun, and there is no light environment, even gods can't do anything about it.

Seeing her expectant face, Hades pressed the cold answer back to the tip of his tongue, stretched out his hand to arrange her hair and put it aside, and then he quietly followed and lay down on the bed.

Persephone was lying flat at first, but when he noticed the movement, he resisted and looked sideways. His hair fell on the pillow, and his arms rested on top of her head, like a hug that disturbed her.

When he was quiet, he was like a wishing machine that belonged to her alone.

Persephone thought of the thought that came to him just now. Their positions seemed to be reversed. Hades's hand... was powerful...and he was the weak side in front of the people he wanted to curry favor with.

As the object of his favor, if she is despicable enough, using Hades' attitude of giving her anything and everything, she can get too many things.

A powerful god, who almost lay flat and let her ravage him, was so lucky that he looked like a desperate person who had nowhere to go. He suddenly crashed into the treasure house of no one, and walked along with a few baskets of wealth.

Yeah, if she's mean enough.

Persephone stared at him silently for a while, finally resisted the temptation and turned around, burying her face in the quilt.

"Hades, I'm a good man." She said suddenly in a muffled voice.

Hades thought about why she said this in a rigorous manner. Did he mean it by praising her?

"So I will continue to hate you." Try to control the despicableness of people, the treasure house that is open to him... the heart of coveting.

Hades's eyes became terrifying. He wanted to... hug her and his hands stiffened. They almost turned into sharp claws. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and dragged her over. angered him.

Persephone turned around suddenly, and saw Hades' eyes that had turned into pitch-black, without any whites, staring at her roundly.

This scene was a little scary, she breathed it out for a few seconds, and then slowly spit out....

"Are you asleep?" Persephone seemed very irritable when she saw the black mist in his eyes. God knows why she could even see his emotions through the mist.

Hades remained coldly silent, as if he was enduring something.

Persephone frowned, hesitantly, or controlledly stretched out her hands, carefully touching his black hair, seeing that he didn't overreact.

She finally put her hands lightly on his ears, "Is this... noisy?"

According to the judge, there are ghosts crying and howling wolves outside. The reason why Hades often suffers from insomnia is that his hearing is so good that the walls can't isolate those voices at all.

Although she felt that her palm could compare to the walls of the royal palace, seeing Hades' brows stretched, her nervous heart couldn't help but relax.

Hades looked at her with dark eyes.

"Let's have a truce tonight and get a good night's sleep." Persephone seemed to be explaining, but also seemed to be convincing herself.

The raging black mist receded from Hades' eyes hesitantly, his eyelashes drooped, and finally closed gently.

Persephone saw his black eyes that could be rubbed out of night oil finally close..., planning to end the busy day and go to sleep peacefully, most of the bright red eyes were covered by black hair, didn't... Beauty?? So hard-edged.

Seeing that his eyelashes were also stained with some red paint, Persephone stretched out her little finger and brushed the tip of his eyelashes lightly, trying to clean it off, but suddenly realized that this action was too intimate.

Hades...will refuse this intimacy, but this...will refuse but is forced.It's as if he voluntarily kowtows...to seduce her, just a victim's performance...already.

If she was hurt more deeply at the beginning, as Hades can control his aggressiveness, maybe he is the one who suffers the most now.

Persephone once did a bedtime routine of cursing Cupid's arrow.

After she fell asleep for a long time, Hades opened his eyes for the first time, and his eyes were very clear.Her sleeping position is good, covering his ears before going to bed, and her hands have fallen to his chest after falling asleep.

Hades rubbed against her, and finally reached her arms, put her wrist around his waist, and curled up in her arms like a large animal with its paws retracted.

The crying outside gradually faded away, and Persephone's soft body comforted him.

Before going to bed, Hades was still thinking about what kind of sacrifice she liked. She was too picky, and the easiest place to draw strength was the smoke and fire generated during the live animal sacrifice.

Although she likes it, let's continue to burn a cow for her tomorrow.