Without the cover of the shirt, the naked skin suddenly felt a little cool.

The elves' skin tends to be the snow-white, holy and crystal clear as if transparent, which makes people unbearable to blasphemy.

However, the bright and blood-colored burgundy hair slipped on it, destroying holiness, but adding a bit of messy and decadent beauty.

The young man's rose's lips were slightly overflowing with fine gasps.

Gently and thinly.

Joy and torture.

"Betsel." Suddenly, she called his name, her long silky hair as silky as swayed slowly, leaving the boy's body, and stood up lazily.

Lying on the snow-white fluff carpet, her clothes were not neat and messy, and her two beautiful ice silver wings stretched out from the butterfly bones behind her, trembling unconsciously sensitively.

The dark and curly eyelashes raised, and the ice blue and dark red eyes filled with faint mist were blinking and looking at the woman.

Fenghua's white fingers moved slightly around her extremely slender waist.

The skirt that was tied around her waist was easily taken off. The pure black palace skirt slid from the woman's slender body to the ground without the support of the whale bone skirt.

Two handfuls of crystal clear as snow, like lotus blooming to the extreme, and the bright red stamens in the center of the snow-colored petals give the boy a strong visual impact.

She walked towards herself step by step.

For some reason, the boy felt a trace of indescribable heat in his body, and his bright red lips gently licked it, causing a hint of desire.

The woman stood at the young man's feet, with beautiful and charming eyebrows and eyes looking down at the elf who fell into desire. She was completely opposite to her snow-white and delicate face, and her bright red lips as bright as blood, and she spit out a command:

"Betel, get up."

“…”

The beautiful young man like an elf paused, suppressed the surging desire in his body, took a deep breath, and then stood up.

Can't be more obedient.

"Bethel, what I just taught you at the banquet was waltz. Now I will teach you a new dance-"

She approached gently, raised her slender hands and put them on the boy's snow-white shoulders, and her white body that was enough to make people's blood radiate and pressed against his body.

Strongly fitted and airtight.

Bethel could clearly feel it, like a mermaid approaching his woman, her skin was delicate and soft, like a shy flower trembling on the branches.

In bud, waiting to be released.

The inadvertent graceful rubbing was a trembling thunder that penetrated into the soul.

The boy's crystal clear ear tips were red, and his cold body became hot little by little, "What?"

Fenghua tiptoed slightly, her extremely slender waist was so white that it was dazzling. Her red lips gently sniffed in the boy's ears and said, "Franmingo."

“…”

Compared to waltz's elegance, Franmingo is more bold and unrestrained, like a couple in love, passionate and hard to part with.

The true interpretation of what it means: personal dance.

The dance steps under your feet slowed down.

The slender and beautiful hands, which were pressed against the woman's slender waist, were burning with hot palms.

The soft and smooth snowy skin under the palm made Bethel sway.

The silk white shirt is messy and irregularly close to the body, the fine sweat, and the beautiful lines that are looming...

The beautiful boy's lips were like roses, and his breath was slightly gasping. The tiny silver hair on his forehead could not cover the rippling light called "lust" that emerged from his pupils.

There is ambiguity floating in the air.
Chapter completed!