How to Feed a Succubus

Uriah lay on the bed with her eyes open.

The succubus outside the window had already sneezed No. 12. When he sneezed for the fifth time, Uriah frowned.

The rooms in the temple have their own arrangements, and there is no room for succubi.He was hesitant to invite the succubus in, but he had a serious cleanliness.

Not sharing your own things is the last stubbornness of clean freaks.

"Ah!"

No.13 sneezes.

The window opened with a "squeak", and the cold moonlight shone on the holy Uriah, making him even more untouchable.

Reynolds shrank his body, looked over eagerly, his voice turned red, "Master Uriah, I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry to disturb you, I...I will try my best to restrain myself. Please... Please don't drive me away."

The succubus in front of her lowered her head, her fluffy hair was scattered, and one of them was raised up. Coupled with the succubus' white and tender face, she looked extremely cute and cute.

Ulea looked at the little succubus lying on the corridor floor expressionlessly.

The little succubus covered her stomach with her tiny wings, curled her legs up and tried to get under the wings, but couldn't cover her because the wings were too small.

The demon's wings also follow the demon's magic power, the stronger the magic power, the bigger the wings.

so weak.

Uriah sighed silently.

"Come in."

Uriah's voice was like the wind blowing in the cold night, and it was chilly under the night.

The succubus stared wide-eyed and stared blankly.After a while, he jumped up and rushed to Yulea's window.

"Thank you! I like you the most! Lord Uriah."

The succubus blinked happily, as if trying to hide a little star, and looked at Uriah with naked liking.

Uriah was silent.

He thought for a while, and decided to give the succubus a warning, after all, they were different species.

"You can come in, but you are not allowed to like me."

Reynolds lowered his head, his horns slumped down, "Okay, I will be obedient, Lord Uriah."

The Son's room was clean and tidy, without any dust.As soon as Reynolds stepped in, he lifted his feet and immediately left a pair of black footprints on the white floor.

"..." Uriah's pale blue eyes were covered with frost.

"Yes... I'm sorry!" Reynolds jumped up in fright, fell down and stepped on the floor, and fell into another layer of dust.

The Holy Son's eyebrows were almost twisted into hemp ropes.

Reynolds's eyes were flustered, tears filled his eyes, and he looked at Yuria watery, his voice was like a child's cotton candy, soft and sweet, "Can you... don't drive me away, I Will be very obedient."

Uriah had a cold face, and began to chant the spell, Reynolds wanted to back away in panic.

The water flow was thrown from Uriah's hands, wrapping Reynolds up, and the water droplets flowed gently through Reynolds' hair, wet his clothes along his clothes, passed by his chest for a moment, and then went down to his feet.

It is warm, but it is different from the coldness of the heavy rain outside.

Reynolds didn't react, he stared blankly at his feet, his toes were round, white and tender with powder.

The water dissipated, and he raised his head and grabbed the corner of his dry clothes to look at Uriah.

"Take another bath."

Ulea's voice blew over like the wind, and her slender, white fingers pointed at the barrel.

Reynolds blinked, ran over happily, and jumped in without taking off his clothes.

Looking at his Son, he sighed.

The Holy Son never peeks at the succubus taking a bath.

Uriah turned her back and took the book from the shelf next to the bed.

Reynolds plunged into the water happily. The water was fragrant. I don't know what was put in it. It smelled very good.

The water sloshed and made a noise.

After playing for a while, Reynolds poked his head out of the water, his jewel-like eyes peeking out of the water, quietly observing Uriah.

Ulea quietly flipped through the book, the overhead lamp cast a light halo on him, and the white wall cast his shadow.

Reynolds was dazzled. He had never seen such a good-looking person.

No wonder players always come to the temple.

Sensing that the succubus in the room was looking at him, Uriah raised her head, "Did you finish washing?"

Reynolds shook his head, "Yeah!"

The wardrobe in the room was opened, and the Son's eyes turned around on the succubus. His eyes were calm, and he quickly moved to the clothes hanger.

The white robe and the fine fluff pajamas floated towards the succubus.

"Put it on."

Reynolds jumped to his feet and dressed happily.

"Put on your shoes."

Looking down, there was a pair of fluffy white slippers on the ground.

Reynolds got dressed, his white robe pajamas were tied at the waist by a golden ribbon, his face was flushed with joy, he raised his head, and his wet hair swayed.

"Thank you Lord Uriah, I like you so much!"

Stretching out his hand to touch the soft fur on the clothes, Reynolds added, "I like Lord Uriah the most."

The Son's ears trembled slightly, and he looked over with cold eyes.At a glance, he saw the succubus staring at him enthusiastically.

He is a restrained, self-disciplined Son of the Elven Temple.

is never tempted.

So Ulea said, "Don't forget your previous promise."

Reynolds blinked his beautiful eyes, tilted his head and thought for a while.

The succubus' blank eyes made him look innocent and stupid. The feathers on the little wings were glued together and hadn't been wiped dry. They came out of the two holes in the pajamas and dangled slowly. It was easy to bully at first glance.

The Son sighed again.

Reynolds finally remembered what he had promised Uriah.

You can't like the Holy Son.

He raised his head, the hair on his forehead turned up and swayed towards Uriah, the succubus stared intently at the Son, full of love, "Master Uriah, I...I will try my best not to like you of."

The succubus' red eyes blinked, a slight but quick one.

Like a beating red heart, Uriah's eyes blurred inexplicably.

When looking over, the little wings of the succubus fluttered rapidly, as if suffering from some kind of disease, unable to restrain his movements.

Uriah turned her head, her slender pink and white ears trembling under the long golden hair.

Really good at acting like a baby.

Before going to bed, the Holy Son thought unhappily.