Cleopatra's younger brother

Ptolemy XIII smiled gently at Neferi. Although he was still in pain, Ptolemy XIII held back in his heart. He walked towards Neferi step by step, dressed in black, Adding the appearance of being both male and female, Neferi was stunned for a while.

At this moment, Neferi only had that person in her eyes, and only her own violent heartbeat in her ears.

Seeing Nefiri's performance, Ptolemy Thirteen smiled. He came to Nefiri, held her hand, and kissed her lightly on the back of her hand.

Everything looks so gentlemanly and charming.

Feeling the softness between the backs of her hands, Neferi came back to her senses, but she didn't take her hands back, but looked at Ptolemy XIII in front of her.

There was affection in his eyes.

Whether it is a man or a woman, they are all beautiful creatures. How can such a perfect opposite sex send you a signal of admiration, how can you not be tempted.

Neferi's hand rubbed back and forth on Ptolemy Thirteen's lips, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if enjoying the process.

She even snorted, she had never felt this way before, just a kiss made her feel excited.

Ptolemy XIII straightened up, "Dear Neferi, I've been waiting for a long time." When he said this, he took a step forward and stopped her slender waist with his arms.

The two pressed against each other tightly without leaving a gap.

"My respected king." Neferi rubbed his face against Ptolemy XIII's face, and breathed softly in his ear, with a three-pointed alluring voice, as if inviting something .

"Yes, my queen." Ptolemy XIII responded, his voice low and bewitching.

The hand on Neferi's waist slowly moved upwards.

Different from Neferi's excitement at this time, although Ptolemy XIII looked fascinated/enchanted on the surface, his mind was very clear.

Ptolemy Thirteen only liked men, no matter how beautiful the woman in his arms was, Ptolemy Thirteen would at most look at her with admiration.

But for his own purpose, Ptolemy XIII had to sacrifice his own hue.

Ptolemy XIII put down his hand on Neferi's waist, leaned back slightly, and held Neferi's face.

Then he used his fingertips to draw the outline of her lips, and he himself slightly pursed the corners of his lips.

Looking at the red lips of the woman in front of him, Ptolemy XIII found that he couldn't keep kissing her. Although the lips were so tender and alluring, they still couldn't arouse her interest.

In the eyes of Ptolemy XIII, these cherry-like lips are not as sexy as Caesar's thin lips.

Thinking of Caesar, Ptolemy XIII's eyes dimmed. It would be great if the person in front of him was Caesar.

The sexy/sensual expression makes people want to devour him.

Neferi was waiting for Ptolemy XIII's next move, but it was too late.

His eyes are so warm, warmly aroused all the enthusiasm of Neferi.

But Neferi didn't know that the man in front of her was thinking of other men.

Seeing Ptolemy XIII's sexy expression, Neferi's eyes also became warm.

The little king could bear it, but Neferi couldn't.

Neferi didn't care about being reserved, she tiptoed her toes, and her lips directly attached to Ptolemy XIII's.

The kiss was so fierce that it seemed to be gnawing. Ptolemy Thirteen was taken aback, saying that this was the first time he was raped by a woman.

Moreover, it is so violent.

When Ptolemy Thirteen was stupefied, Neferi pinched his waist with her small hand, just on top of Ptolemy Thirteen's bruise, which hurt him so much that he opened his mouth mouthed.

Neferi blinked successfully, at this time, she couldn't be distracted, the kiss was even more violent.

Ptolemy XIII kicked his legs vigorously, and the muscles of his calves tensed up, so that he was not thrown down by Neferi. He was obviously here to tease/sister, but now the situation is reversed, being teased by the sister... …

Not satisfied with just kissing, Nefiri's hands on Ptolemy XIII began to tear his clothes, Ptolemy XIII was a little overwhelmed, Nefiri's enthusiasm was completely beyond his expectations.

The previous plans didn't seem to go to her, so what about being shy?

Ptolemy took one step back, and Neferi took one step forward.

When the two came to the end of the palace, Ptolemy XIII's coat had been torn off by Neferi.

The black dragon's wrapped arms made Ptolemy XIII look even more evil.

Half of the dragon's head was exposed at the neck, and writing everything made Neferi crazy.

Although Achilles is her man, he is also good at kung fu.But this appearance is not even a toe of Ptolemy XIII.

There is no contrast between juicy juveniles and dried bacon.

Neferi took a few steps back, slowly dragging off the thin layer of sand outside her clothes.

She moved slowly and seductively, but she did not attract Ptolemy XIII.

Neferi's temporary stay away made Ptolemy XIII clear-headed, and without the panic just now, Ptolemy XIII leaned on the pillar and looked at Neferi motionlessly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The eyes of Ptolemy XIII made Neferi shy. She only took off one coat, and she asked Ptolemy XIII to take off the rest of her clothes.

Ptolemy XIII walked over slowly, the tattoo on his chest rising and falling with his breathing.

When he came to a place less than one meter away from Neferi, Ptolemy XIII stopped in his tracks. He glanced at the veil that fell on the ground and bent down to pick it up.

The tattoo on the back appeared in front of Nefiri's eyes, which made Nefiri's heart speed up involuntarily.

"My dear Ptolemy Thirteenth King." Neferi's voice had already started to tremble, and every move of the man in front of her was teasing her nerves.

Ptolemy XIII straightened up and put the gauze over Neferi.

Such behavior made Neferi stunned, "This?" Her eyes widened, not knowing what Ptolemy XIII meant.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, covered Neferi's eyes with his hands, and said softly, "Close your eyes."

His hands were soft and gentle, and with a commanding tone, Nefiri closed her eyes involuntarily after hearing Ptolemy XIII's words, and began to expect something in her heart.

With her eyes closed, Neferi missed Ptolemy XIII's changing expression.

Although Ptolemy XIII still had a smile on his face at this time, it was different from the evil smile just now. This smile was full of calculations.

He put his hand down gently, Nefiri was very obedient, her eyes were still closed.

"Good boy." Ptolemy XIII said, hearing this, Neferi's ears turned red.

Ptolemy XIII put his head on Neferi's neck, rubbing it back and forth, his fingers ran through Neferi's hair, "You smell so sweet." His voice was sexy and blurred.

Neferi's body began to tremble, she had been teased/pushed to the limit by Ptolemy XIII.

"King." Just as she was about to open her mouth, Ptolemy XIII pressed her finger against her lips.

"Hush." ​​The warm breath sprayed on Neferi's neck.

With her eyes closed, Nefiri could imagine how sexy her little king looked at this moment.

But when Neferi thought there would be a next step, Ptolemy XIII just stopped.

Ptolemy XIII gently lifted Neferi's chin, looked back and forth, looked at Neferi up and down, and suddenly sighed, "It would be great if I could be born a few years earlier."

Hearing this, Neferi opened her eyes, her head was still a little dizzy at this time, "How many years earlier was she born?"

Neferi blinked her eyes in some puzzlement, suddenly thought of something, and her face suddenly became gloomy.

He actually disliked himself for being old!That was Neferi's only thought at the moment.

Accustomed to women's capriciousness, Ptolemy XIII didn't respond to Neferi's gloomy face.

He took a step forward, and Neferi stepped back angrily, not because he disliked her youngest, so why did she come here? ,

Ptolemy XIII smiled, and grabbed Nefiri who was retreating. After all, he is a man, and his strength is much stronger than that of a woman. Such a domineering behavior really made Nefiri feel unhappy. So little.

"If I had been born a few years earlier, I could have met you earlier, and you would not have become the woman of Achiles." When talking about Achiles, Ptolemy XIII deliberately emphasized his tone, which contained Resentment, unwillingness.

The contradiction between Ptolemy XIII and Achilles, Neferi is naturally very clear.

However, before that, Neferi was of course on the side of Achilles, but now, it is uncertain.

Hearing what Ptolemy XIII said, the unhappiness in Neferi's heart had already dissipated. At this moment, she was only full of emotion. From ancient times to the present, women seem to be easily moved.

"My dear king, if you are willing..." Before Neferi could speak, Ptolemy XIII shook his head.

He looked at Neferi "affectionately", "I don't have the ability to protect you, but he does." Ptolemy XIII said with some difficulty.

You have to know how much courage it takes to say such things in front of your "beloved" woman.

Sure enough, Neferi's eyes fluctuated even more than before, "No, if you want, I am willing to follow you!"

Ptolemy XIII shook his head again, "I am the king of Egypt, if I can't even protect my own woman, then it's nothing."

"My own woman." Neferi repeated, but after these words, Ptolemy XIII did not seem to have received the effect he expected.

If the play is too much, it will leak flaws. This is indeed true, and being favored by Achilles is enough to prove that Neferi is not stupid.

Looking at Neferi who had calmed down, Ptolemy knew that the woman in front of him was not easy to deal with.

He smiled calmly, "If you want, you are my woman."

Neferi also smiled, "Then my dear king, what do you need me to do?"