This is My Heroic Path

Earlier, Guinevere said that she had something to say to An Zhiyu, and then took a sneak peek at her.

Obviously, Guinevere had some words that she didn't want Morgan to hear.

With Morgan Le Fay's haughty personality, she naturally wouldn't listen to other people's advice, let alone act on the face of others. She completely acted according to her inner desires. The more she was asked to do something, the more she might like to do it the other way around.

It was obvious that she had no intention of leaving the room at the time.

But An Zhiyu saw that Guinevere had something to say to him, and finally spoke up, and very tactfully asked Morgan to wait at the door first.

So ... Morgan had to come out.

She acts according to her inner desire, and An Zhiyu is one of her inner desires.

And the desire in her heart asked her tactfully if she could go out first, with a look of solicitation in her eyes, if she refused, it wouldn't be too unfavorable.

In fact, it doesn't matter, Guinevere is a good child after all, if it is Scathach or her daughter, you need to pay attention...

Oh, Lily has to be more careful now, although that child is good, but sometimes he will walk into a dead end by himself, and do some radical things when he can't think of it, such as drugging and the like.

Thinking about Artoria, Morgan couldn't help but shook his head and sighed in his heart.

Lily can't do this, what's wrong, why do you want to use medicine?

You have to find a time to educate her.

——Thought in the mind of a certain woman who made all kinds of love potions.

in the room.

Guinevere's slender fingers pinched the hem of the white skirt somewhat awkwardly. She lowered her head, and under the short skirt was a pair of slender legs. Two tender white feet were fighting each other, and her hands were tightly clasped together. .

An Zhiyu couldn't help but linger on those translucent, crystal-white toes for a moment, and coughed lightly: "Princess Guinevere, what do you want to say?"

They have been silent in the room like this for almost 5 minutes, and An Zhiyu felt that if he didn't speak again, his little eyes would have no place to rest.

Because the girl sitting on the head of the bed didn't know if she had never met a man before or something, her every move was touching, her legs were slightly closed, her breasts were already a certain size, and her lustrous long hair was soft and smooth. It slid down gently, and the white and alluring neck appeared in front of my eyes.

How should I put it, I don't know why, An Zhiyu always feels that this girl is extraordinarily attractive today, making people a little bit unable to resist the urge to commit crimes.

Probably because Morgan had already provoked his desires before, right?An Zhiyu thought to himself.

But there is no way, Sister Morgan is indeed very attractive.

After hesitating for a while, Guinevere finally raised her head, "Arthur—"

An Zhiyu turned to look at her.

But Guinevere's voice immediately fell silent again, staring blankly at the young man who was close at hand, lowered her eyes shyly, and bit her lips lightly.

"Relax, I won't eat you, just say what you have to say." An Zhiyu said comfortingly, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

Guinevere is good at everything, but she is too gentle and shy.

Hmm... But this is good, I can finally experience why Morgan and Master like to tease me.

Seeing other people's embarrassment, I really feel a sense of joy that I don't know where it comes from. No wonder Morgan likes to tease him so much.

Guinevere took a small breath, and finally raised her head, the tension on her face seemed to disappear under the comfort of An Zhiyu: "Arthur, can you take me to Avalon?"

An Zhiyu nodded.

"Really?!" Guinevere had a look of joy on his face.

An Zhiyu nodded again: "Fake."

Even a gentle girl like Guinevere was speechless all of a sudden, she looked at An Zhiyu with a bit of resentment in her eyes, and whispered to herself: "Could it be that Arthur is that kind of evil-hearted guy? "

"Princess Guinevere, don't mention this again in the future, there is no room for discussion on this matter." An Zhiyu sighed sincerely, "I thought you had something important, but in the end it was just to talk about this Is it?"

"Why don't you want to?" Guinevere asked puzzled, "Even if I hand over my body to Vivienne, it doesn't mean I won't see you in the future, as long as she wants, I can come back anytime." Yes, and you can also get the sword of the vowed victory."

"To put it more hypocritically, I don't want to treat you as a bargain," An Zhiyu said, "To put it more lightly, it would be..."

"Exactly?" Guinevere clasped her hands together, raised her head slightly and looked at An Zhiyu, she saw him smiling at her.

"I like rejecting self-righteous people more than anything."

"For such a reason, did you actually voluntarily give up the Sword in the Lake..." Guinevere murmured in a daze.

"Such a reason is enough." An Zhiyu shook his head and said, "If you are really exchanged for the sword in the lake, I don't think even that sword will recognize me."

"At the end of the day, I also think that Vivienne is not very reliable... Even if you are asked to exchange the sword in the lake, there may still be some trouble." An Zhiyu added again.

He judged this from the conversation with Vivian today. Although it's not good to say so, An Zhiyu always felt that he saw someone in Vivian.

—Morgan Le Fay.

"Princess Guinevere?"

Seeing that the girl hadn't spoken for a long time, An Zhiyu looked at the girl on the bedside. She lowered her head and remained silent.

"Princess Guinevere?"

It wasn't until An Zhiyu yelled again that Guinevere raised her head, her eyes were extremely moist, and she pressed her fingers against An Zhiyu's chest, "Arthur, you are really fine."

An Zhiyu opened his mouth slightly, stared at those beautiful moist eyes for a moment, and swallowed after a while.

Guinevere's fingers moved up slowly along An Zhiyu's chest, gently holding his face, slowly closed his eyes, and whispered his name in his mouth.