A delicate female falls into the interstellar beast world

Unexpectedly, what was recorded in this book was really effective. If Miguel played into his hands and attacked him again, Xin Zijin's favorability towards Miguel would definitely decrease a lot.

Xin Zijin was silent for a moment. Migole's current appearance really made her feel uncomfortable. Yes, she had been missing for so long, and she was the one who should apologize the most.

"I'm sorry Migler, let's go back first and I'll explain to you, okay."

"it is good."

After hearing what she said, Migole's expression relaxed and he held the hand of the girl he hadn't seen for a long time.

Gently kneading it, it seems to be expressing some of the longings of these days.

Cyril also saw that the relationship between Migole and Xin Zijin was not just ordinary friends. The way Migole looked at the girl,

It was exactly the same look that the Queen Father gave her when she looked at the Queen Mother. Moreover, every time he touched Zijin, she was a little resistant.

But for Migole, she always accepts it silently.

He went back to Saint-Atienne these days. What happened between these two people? No, if this goes on, Zijin will only have Miguel in his eyes and will not leave him a place at all.

"Hiss~...Zijin, can you help me up?"

Cyril frowned slightly, his face was pale, and his dark blue eyes, which were originally from not sleeping well, made him look not in good condition.

Migole's eyes were fixed on Cyril at this moment, filled with warning.

As a male, how could he not know Cyril's little thoughts?

"Cyril, how are you? Let me take you to the hospital."

Xin Zijin looked at the man in front of her with a look of surprise and worry.

"No... cough cough... no need, I'm fine... just help me to the dormitory to rest..."

After Cyril finished speaking, he didn't bother to say anything more and grabbed Xin Zijin's other hand with one hand.

"Let's go back first."

Xin Zijin couldn't bear to go back. She secretly looked at Migler's expression and saw that he was no longer as angry as before. He just pulled her towards the dormitory.

She didn't know why Miguel knew where she lived, but she didn't ask any further questions.

When they arrived at the dormitory, Migler took Xin Zijin directly to her dormitory.

"Zijin, don't you want to explain to me?"

Cyril also consciously let go of the girl's hand.

Xin Zijin took a look at Cyril's injuries.

"Don't worry about him. Since I was the one who injured him, I'll send him the medicine later."

The most important thing was that Cyril had become so good at pretending since who knows when. He was so surprised by it. This little wound would probably heal if he waited a little longer.

The girl nodded.

Migler put his arm around the girl's shoulders and led her into the bedroom.

Cyril looked at the backs of the two people leaving in front of him, clenching one hand into a fist, but he could do nothing at the moment.

After Migler brought the girl to her room, he closed the door with one hand. Looking at the girl he had been thinking about day and night, the man lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

He eagerly savored the sweet taste in the girl's mouth, as if he wanted to tear the girl apart and put her into his stomach. He kept humming in the girl's unique fragrance.

"Mi...Gole, why are you...right at the door." He would be heard. She didn't expect Migole to be so anxious. Her door was not far from the living room. Orcs have good hearing, and Migole's movements were really loud.

Migole ate the girl's tender and rosy lips almost roughly, as if he wanted to merge her with him.

"Okay, not at the door."

His movements became more and more rapid, and his silver-white hair scattered on her face. He put his arms around the girl's slender waist and lifted her up sideways. His mouth movements did not stop, and he kept kissing the girl's cherry red lips.

It took a long time for the man to release the slightly swollen lips she had kissed. He carried her to the bed without stopping the movement of his hands.

He took off the girl's shoes, half-knelt in front of her, raised his upper body, looked down at the girl who became misty because of his kiss, and reached out to touch the girl's delicate collarbone.

"Zijin, I've been missing you so much these past few days that I'm almost going crazy. How about you? Have you missed me?"

The girl's lips, which had not yet recovered from swelling, slightly opened, but the man's burning gaze made her heart soften.

“I thought so too.”

The next moment, the man kissed her fiercely again, this time more fiercely and domineeringly than any other time before. He kept lingering on her lips.

The movement of his lips did not stop at all. He swept across her lips, from top to bottom, and across her jaw...

He eagerly unbuttoned his clothes with one hand and reached for the girl's skirt with the other.

"Don't!"

The girl cried out softly and immediately pressed down Migler's hand.

She didn't push him away nor struggle, but her trembling body revealed her inner fear at the moment.

Migler stopped what he was doing and looked down at the girl's slightly pale face.

He stood up and sat up.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so eager."

"But I can't help it. I can't help it every time. This time you've been missing for so long, I feel like the sky is falling. I'm going crazy. I can't wait. I want you to be my woman..."

The next second, the girl interrupted the man and took the initiative to sit on his lap.

"I'm the one who should say sorry. Should I help you?"

He could feel the man's body instantly tense and stiffen, and the gradually rising burning temperature.

A pair of small hands covered the man's strong chest...

The girl's young lips covered his lips, imitating the way Migler usually treated her, but her kiss was a little too young.

But the man could not withstand the girl's teasing. He felt the blood in his body rushing to his fragile rationality.

Then came the strange yet tempting one,

His throat just felt dry and he wanted more.

He reached out and held her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Zijin..."

I do not know how long it has been.

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The man with a satisfied look on his face, sweat on his forehead, opened the door and brought the girl to the sink.

The girl's lips were indeed extremely red and swollen, and the blush on her face had not yet dissipated. More importantly,

Xin Zijin had not yet recovered from his daze. The orcs seemed too strong. Was that what a normal person should be like?

All she knew was that her wrists were sore for the entire afternoon, and even the room was filled with the smell of Migol, which could not be driven away.

"Go wash your hands first, Zijin."

The girl responded and rolled her eyes at him. Didn’t he say it would be quick?

Unexpectedly, not far from the corner, I saw Cyril, who had not gone back to rest for a long time.

At this time, his pupils had become double, and his eyes were red as he stared at the two people in front of him.