Chapter 1583 Faith (33)
"If you rest well, you won't faint anymore."
he said softly.
"..." The beautiful girl stared at him without saying a word.
After two seconds, she suddenly jumped off his lap.
Barefoot, he quickly ran down the icy stairs.
The **** on the holy throne, his compassionate and gentle eyes fell on her.
For her childish behavior, she seems to be very conniving.
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Cecia ran to the gate of the temple.
As if to verify something, he stood there, tentatively, and took a light step.
The dryness that had calmed down in the body, at that moment, faintly, had a tendency to emerge again.
Perceiving this abnormality, she instantly retracted her foot as if she was being burned.
took a few steps back again and again.
The servant under the pillar looked at her with strange eyes, as if he felt that her behavior at the moment was weird.
But Cecia didn't care about their gazes at all.
Just stood there, as if stunned, motionless, staring at the direction of the temple gate.
Her thoughts were chaotic for a while, leaving her extremely at a loss.
Standing in place for a long time, she seemed unwilling to give up.
Take a few steps forward.
Still in the position just now, take another step slightly outside.
The next second, the abnormal hotness in her body was like a flood that had been opened.
With an unstoppable awe-inspiring momentum, it surged towards her chest.
The temperature of the body began to rise, and the strength that had just recovered was now leaking rapidly like a punctured balloon.
Her legs felt weak for a moment, making her unable to stand upright.
Cecia took a few steps back again and again, like a trapped, weak and helpless flower, and didn't take another step out.
She stood there, the restlessness emerging from her body seemed unbearable to her.
Stabilized his figure and stood there for a while.
Just like that, she stared at the direction outside, bit her lip, and clenched her fists.
Obviously want to leave, want to flap their wings, leave here, and breathe the free air outside.
But the physical longing that came from nowhere forced her to look away.
Slowly loosening her fist, she stomped her feet, turned around and ran back.
Bare her white and delicate feet, she ran up the stairs one after another.
Like a fish that was about to die of thirst, it quickly jumped into the arms of the god.
Hold him tightly, breathing a little urgently.
"What's wrong? Cecia."
The loving care of the gods is always as gentle as spring.
Caring for her body and her soul longing for freedom.
Cecia did not speak, but hugged him tightly, showing an extremely dependent posture.
Holding him tightly for a long time, absorbing the soothing breath from him, as if possessed by a demon.
After a long time, finally, the heat in Cesia's body tended to calm down.
When the strong feeling receded slowly like a tide, only the abnormal blushes on her cheeks remained.
It seems a little uncomfortable.
She hugged him tightly, panting.
Felt the warm and gentle big hands gently rubbing her head.
She didn't hide, but in a place where the gods couldn't see, her face was expressionless and her eyes were cold.
Staring at a certain place, without speaking for a long time.
A heart, gradually heavy.
(end of this chapter)