Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

"My lord, please pay attention when chanting."

There was no trace of charm in the deep voice, as if his actions just now did not have a hint of flirting at all.

The little god's ears turned red.

I don't know if he was caught because he was distracted, or because of his touch.

After that, the little god really didn't dare to wander off again.

Perhaps the chanting had an effect, and her body gradually warmed up. Although the water was still icy, she didn't feel cold anymore.

As if guessing what she was thinking, Icarus said: "My lord, you must learn to control your own power. You are a god. Uncontrolled power will bring endless disasters to you and this country."

It reminded her of the time when she was in the garden yesterday, and she was scared to let the flowers wither.

So is Icarus teaching her how to control her power?

She was about to ask, but Icarus said, 'Okay, let her get up'.

She froze for a moment.

"What? Does God need me to hug you?"

The little god blushed again, blushing and shaking his head.

Resisting her embarrassment, she slowly got up from the pool.

Icarus waited aside with a cotton towel.

He looked calm, and there was no love between men and women in his eyes. Just like other believers, he only had piety and respect.

On the contrary, the little god felt that her shyness had turned into cowardice.

So she could only pretend that she was calm and let Icarus wipe off the water droplets on her body.

Although the cloth made of cotton and linen is not very rough, it is not soft.

Even though she kept telling herself not to care, she still couldn't help but feel how the man's hands were moving around her body through the cloth scarf.

She couldn't help trembling slightly.

It felt like the people behind me were getting closer.

The temperature was ironed on her skin through the clothes.

The cloth towel covered her body in a half-ring posture behind itself.

When passing the top, it seemed to be crushed intentionally or unintentionally.

She couldn't hold back a soft snort.

The voice was very coquettish and charming, and the blood in Icarus' body suddenly boiled.

"What's the matter, my lord?" However, he still asked knowingly.

The little god could only shake his head lightly, trying to pretend to be calm.

just feel...

She couldn't hold back anymore, and subconsciously wanted to shrink her shoulders to hide herself.

But she forgot that the great priest was still wiping her body.

Can't help stammering: "I, Priest Icarus..."

"Ok?"

"You and I……"

She stuttered and stumbled, unable to utter a complete sentence, but her ears were getting redder and redder with embarrassment.

Seeing this, Icarus not only confiscated his hand, but also became more and more wanton.

He even asked knowingly: "If you don't make it clear, my lord, I don't know what you want to say."

The little god couldn't tell, she just grabbed his wrist instinctively and helplessly, trying to stop him with her little strength.

I feel the temperature behind me getting closer.

"What are you doing, my lord? If you put on clothes without drying the water droplets, it is a blasphemy against you."

"I, I think myself..."

"No, my beloved god, serving the noble you is what a loyal believer should do."

One sentence easily blocked the little god's words.

The little god has lived on a high tower since he was a child, let alone quarreling, he has few people to talk to, let alone argue with reason.

She vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't find anything to refute.

It's just that he is more shy and stutters, almost ashamed as a boiled shrimp.

Icarus finally put away his bad intentions and let her go.