818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

On the surface, Prosser looks like he is thinking, but his heart is already messed up.

How else can it be said that when a silent person becomes tender, it makes people unstoppable?

If Hades doesn't make a move, it's okay if he makes a move...you will die!

The heart in his chest didn't feel like his own anymore, beating abnormally with "thump bang bang——".

In Proser's fiery brain, reminders such as calm down and calm down kept popping up, but he was immediately overwhelmed by excitement.

This feeling is as if I thought it would take a hundred and eighty years to walk, but ended up humming a song without paying attention!

Being at a loss like this simply lost the high-end aura of the King of Light.

After taking a few deep breaths, he regained his composure. Of course, his composure returned.

He looked at Hades, stretched out his hand, held his, and said not to be outdone, "I don't want to be your Queen of the Underworld just like this," you are my Queen of God!

Hades looked at him silently, but held his hand instead, as if he was just submissive.

Looks so pampered.

Prosser himself also fell silent, being manipulated, he seemed...maybe...really a little...that...

He looked up at the sky, "Hades, I really still like you."

Hades: "Yeah."

Prosser turned his head, his eyes were sharp, and he had never shown such aggressive eyes in front of Hades.

"What if I'm not Chunshen?"

Hades didn't hesitate, and said calmly, "I like you."

"..."

The feeling of being hit by an arrow in the chest, counting the previous - two arrows.

Prosser covered his face and couldn't help laughing, "You bastard..."

Hades: "Huh?" The low breathy voice in the nasal cavity, damn sexy.

Prosser threw him down, and the two fell into the flower bushes, and many petals flew out and landed on their heads.

The person pressing on Hades spread his hands, propped it beside Hades' ears, and stared intently at himself in his pupils.

"Don't regret it."

Hades blinked, raised his head, and met those blue eyes, from which he also found himself.

Prosser said forcefully, "I won't allow you to regret it."

Behind such a tone is the cold ice, the hidden danger.

If Hades agrees, I'm afraid Prosser really won't give him any chance to regret it.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Hades' quiet eyes, as if his reputation was so low?But he still nodded and said, "Uh...uh..."

Just seeing him nodding, Prosser couldn't hide his joy and lowered his head, blocked what he wanted to say with his lips, turning all promises into lingering between his lips and teeth.

The tip of the tongue provoked his tongue, and Prosser's technique was much better than Hades's, making the whole wet kiss his master.

Hades enjoyed it passively for a while, then counterattacked out of masculine instinct.

And Prosser deftly resolved the crisis, happily taking him into his hands.

After the deep kiss, both of them were out of breath.

Hades blushed on his bloodless face, and he looked at Prosser inexplicably.

His Majesty Pluto, who suffered from the kiss, was obviously not reconciled.

Prosser smiled and lowered his head, his blond hair hung over his black hair, and the tip of his nose ambiguously rubbed against his tall nose, "Do you want to do it again?"

Hades accepted the offer.

"Ah."

The parted lips and teeth joined together again, and Prosser satisfactorily enjoyed the intimacy between lovers, and planned...to snatch Pluto back to be the queen of God.

Anyway, if there is one, there are two, he is a skilled worker.

But now... the distracted Proser's eyelids moved, and he was somewhat at a disadvantage in the battle in his mouth.

He quickly calmed down and started a fierce battle with Hades happily.

As for who loses and who wins?

Of course he went all out to win!

Prosser happily grabbed Hades' palm, the pale joints were clasped in the palm, and he could see his masterpiece when he turned his head.

Under Prosser's gaze, Hades gradually frowned, and covered his red lips with his other hand.

He now hides his emotions less and less in front of Prosser.

"It's weird, I don't want to say anything right now," Prosser said.

Usually, I obviously have so many things I want to tell Hades, and then tease myself with various expressions to entertain myself, but now I feel that this is good.

Hades: "That's fine, be quiet."

Prosser: "..."

Hades: "Just kidding."

Prosser suddenly pulled Hades' arm, biting his sliding Adam's apple in his surprised eyes, and a low voice sounded.

"Isn't this the place where you made such a cute sound just now?"

Hades: "..."

Prosser smiled slightly: "Actually, I want to kiss your lips, but it seems...you won't be happy."

The other places are so pale that the blue blood vessels under the skin can be seen, but only the lips are surprisingly red.

Hades turned his head silently, he was really unhappy.

Prosser smiled happily.

Walking around in the Valley of Flowers, they all had a lot of floral fragrance on them.

With a heartbeat, Prosser hugged Hades' shoulders, wanting to smell his scent.

Hades raised his head, revealing the fair and delicate skin on the side of his neck, "What are you doing?"

They were resting now in a place in the valley full of hyacinths.

The fragile bell-like colorful petals sway slightly, and when the wind blows, it seems that there are crisp bells ringing, and the scene is very romantic.

Prosser told Hades that since it is a date, he must go to a place where precious memories can be left, but the scenery of the underworld is well-known to die of love.

So the location is still Flower Valley, but I found a scene that is more suitable for the word love.

But Hades always felt that he was too out of place in a bunch of pink.

One body is black, one head is black, the eyes are also black, but the skin is fair enough.

To Prosser who decided to leave memories here, Hades said silently, as long as you are happy.

Prosser turned his head, hid his face in the socket of his neck, licked the skin there with the tip of his tongue, felt the body around him stiffen instantly, and felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

"I wonder what kind of flower you smell like."

Hades: "I have a smell?"

Prosser nodded, "That's right, not a lot? There are different kinds of flowers growing in the place I just passed by, and they all left their scent on you."

Hades suddenly said: "It turns out to be like this."

"Don't digress, what I want to talk about is your own smell," Prosser grabbed his hair and gestured at his nose, and said seriously: "I used to think you had a good smell, but I really don't know what the fragrance of the flower is."

Hades silently indulged Proser to move his hands and feet on his body, and was hugged around his waist. He didn't struggle when he sniffed the smell of his hair on his shoulders and neck, until Proser got off him contentedly and said: "Know what it is!" Does it smell good?"

Prosser leaned against him and stretched out his hand, facing the beautiful valley with natural light.

His two powers circulate here and there, which is also his greatest secret.

Prosser said with a low smile: "Yes, it is an unusually cold fragrance, as if I was rejecting it, but after accepting it, I will find that it is really a gentle smell, I just want to immerse myself in it like this, Never leave."

Hades said indifferently: "Then don't leave, I will always be here anyway."

An unknown look flashed in Prosser's eyes, and he said with a low smile, "It's a good thing to like you."

Then he stopped talking.

The Valley of Flowers was quiet, and they could see a large field of hyacinths swaying together as long as they lowered their heads.

Hades silently adjusted the hair falling from his ears, and said, "Let me comb your hair."

Prosser shook his head, "That's it."

Hades hummed, and Prosser just leaned into his arms like this, lazily trying to fall asleep like this.

When he was about to fall into the world of dreams in a drowsy but contented state, Prosser suddenly thought of one thing.

"What did you say to Hypnos? Let him have the courage to come to me and make it clear?"

The slender fingers penetrated into the blond hair, Hades focused on stroking his hair, and said nonchalantly, "Talk to him a few words."

Prosser paused and immediately understood what he had done.

"It's you who talked to him, on purpose?"

Hades: "Yeah."

Prosser laughed, "It's really a worry-loving character."

Hades didn't take his evaluation seriously, "Then, have your problems been solved?"

"It's settled," Prosser said with a smile, thinking of Hypnos, who was crazy about drinking, "He also laughed at me for not being good at drinking, and I don't think he is very good."

Hades nodded, "Well, just solve it."

Prosser turned his head on his lap, looked up at Hades' chin, stared for a while, and found a pair of black eyes in front of him.

The trance was suddenly interrupted, he hugged Hades' side of the face and said, "Hypnos likes me."

Hades: "Yeah."

Prosser: "The reaction was flat."

Hades remained expressionless, "What reaction do you need from me?"

Prosser blinked and suggested with a smile, "Take some vinegar or something."

Hades: "..."

Prosser laughed: "It's really too difficult for you."

Hades nodded inwardly.

Prosser: "Then let's talk about love!"

Hades: "..."

Prosser said with a smile: "Then let me tell you something about love?"

Hades smoothed his long hair, revealing a white and clean face, and his clear blue eyes were full of tenderness, filled with many secrets.

He said quietly, "Speak, I'll listen."

Prosser: "...so calm!"

Hades: "Learned from you."

Proser rolled his eyes at him, feeling as if he was shooting himself in the foot with a stone, but immediately, he habitually thought happily, such a Hades is also very interesting.

Compared with the youthful and energetic aura, the spring god exuding is more suitable for another kind.

Extremely dignified, yet extremely indifferent, aloof, yet profoundly compassionate.

Hades thought of many things in an instant, but when he looked at Prosser lying in his arms, he recalled the brief conversation between Hypnos and him...