Royal Heartthrob [Interstellar]

Obedient, when he was punished, he was like a cow, and he couldn't pull it back, which broke his heart.

Fortunately, he was the one who punished Feila, so at this speed, he could still control it.

Fira was a little puzzled, but knowing that the hero would definitely punish him, he quickly stood up.

He tidied up his instructor's uniform, calmly stood in front of Brand, and waited for Brand's next order.

"Before, the human adjutant gave us a set of things."

When Feila heard it, she immediately recalled it, then nodded and said, "Yes."

"Just right." Brand's voice seemed a little cheered.

Fira raised her head suspiciously, just in time to see Brand sizing up maliciously. This kind of sizing immediately made Fira subconsciously want to gather his collar, because this kind of scrutiny always made him feel that he seemed to be a little bit dressed. Not neat.

He couldn't help but blushed, then swallowed, and asked, "Xiong Master, what do you want?"

"We've played with ordinary positions before." Brand said a word very slowly, it sounded like he was flirting.

"Yes..." Feila lowered his head, barely daring to speak. Although he was very open on the bed, it didn't mean that he could remain calm under the molestation of the hero off the bed.

He had already sensed the thoughts of the hero, but he was a little afraid to imagine that the usually gentle and calm hero would take the initiative to raise this matter.

He has always felt that between himself and the hero, he is more... lewd... a little bit more.

"Exactly, the package has already been mailed, and there is still a female experimenter."

"The male lord, I am willing to be that female insect!" Hearing this, how could Feila continue to remain silent, but he knew that his male lord was a fan of all insects. If he didn't seize the opportunity, how could he? Not to let other females lean up!

Fela clenched her fists, how could she remember any shame.

What is shame, in front of the hero, there is no need at all, just throw it away.

"Hehe." Brand smiled lightly. "You are in a hurry."

Fira raised his head, and Brand was taken aback by his firm eyes. His upright and firm eyes didn't seem to be talking about the bed, but he was talking about defending the country, which made Brand feel a little nervous. Slightly guilty.

"Why are you in such a hurry..." Brand scratched his temples, and then asked helplessly, "Who else is there besides you?"

In one sentence, Fella's eyes were filled with a bright brilliance, "Lord!"

Excited, he threw himself directly onto the body of the hero.

Brand caught him in a hurry to prevent him from slipping off his body, and he couldn't help but scold him: "I'm already pregnant, and you're still so reckless."

"Hey." Feila smiled, the look in her eyes was almost drowned by the smile.