A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

How is this going?

Shu Ange stood up from the bed, the magic light turned on for a few minutes, and His Highness Hehir's ice-blue eyes, like when the glacier was first resolved, surging with unbearable charm.

Her breathing was stagnant for a moment, His Highness Herhir was already in front of her, he looked down at her, his slightly curly blond hair was messily draped over his shoulders, revealing a pair of pointed ears.

His skin is as delicate as beautiful porcelain and flawless, and his appearance is like the goddess of moonlight, which makes people unable to look away.

"Your Highness, you—"

Shu Ange's words were blocked again by His Highness Hehir. His slender arms gently took her into his arms, and then leaned over to kiss her.

This kiss was gentle and tender, as if the spring breeze swept through her heart, leaving traces of ambiguity.

The sweet and cold familiar liquid was passed into Shu Ange's mouth by His Highness Hehir with a long kiss. Full of life force, it grows wildly in her body, and her realm has a vague sign of breakthrough.

Shu Ange leaned back slightly. He didn't know whether to refuse or cater to her. His Highness Herhir encircled her in his arms, and the two of them had already collapsed on the bed in fascination.

The two fell into the soft cloud-like bed, and His Highness Hehir's slender and dexterous fingers undid Shu Ange's skirt.

The routine of playing cards completely out of common sense made Shu Ange bewildered, and his cold fingers lingered on her delicate and smooth body like warm jade.

Shu Ange restrained the temptation of beauty and grabbed the wrong hand of His Highness Hehir.

He held her with one hand, undid her long dress with one hand, and His Highness Herhir's robe slid down to his chest.

The two were close to each other's skin, one was cold and the other was hot, so Shu Ange couldn't help moaning softly.

"His Royal Highness, we can't do this, please calm down..."

Her hoarse voice made her rational words tainted with an ambiguous aura, but His Highness Herhir suddenly stopped moving his hands and closed his ice-blue eyes, as if he had passed out.

"Your Highness."

Singer Shu'an pressed against Hehirchi's chest and called out softly, but he didn't seem to have any response.

Just when Shu Ange breathed a sigh of relief and was about to push Hehir away, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Under the dim light, Hehir's eyes were as clear and translucent as glass, and his thin skin was as attractive as fresh milk. He first looked into Shu Ange's eyes, and then he noticed the close fit of the two of them.

There was a vague pain in the arm, His Highness Hehir put his hand on the bed and slowly left Shu Ange's body.

"Please forgive my offense."

When he straightened up, the exposed chest was full of light, and Shu Ange couldn't help but take a second glance.

Just from the looks of the two and the mysterious liquid that His Highness Hehir gave her when they kissed, Shu Ange seemed to have made a profit.

It's just that the two of them are not very familiar with each other after all. They sat on the same bed disheveled in the middle of the night, with a suspicious blush on their cheeks. It was an embarrassment after all.

Shu Ange was about to take off half of his long dress by His Highness, and quietly lifted it up. When she looked up again, she found that His Highness Hehir had already put on a robe and was standing gracefully by the bed.

He didn't leave immediately. For a loyal and conservative elves, it is definitely not a thing that can be left alone to do such an offensive behavior to a strange and opposite sex-even a human woman.

But His Highness Hehir didn't know what to say or do. In the elf race, the two of them could have an intimate relationship only if they became partners, and they would never be apart from each other for a lifetime.

However, the two had such an intimate act at a time when he was completely out of control. When he regained his senses, the two were even in a relatively unfamiliar state.

His Highness Herhir's silence made Shu Ange even more embarrassed.

It was obvious that the person who took the initiative to stir up this ambiguous turmoil was His Highness Hehir, but she had a feeling of abandoning herself while others were in danger.

"Cough, Your Highness, you don't have to take this matter to heart. If I'm not mistaken, your state seems to be a bit wrong, and this is excusable. Let us work together to find the source of life as soon as possible."

Shu Ange, who was supposed to be the "victim", said the line of "offender" first, and Hehir responded with a slight knot between his brows.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble. After I find the source of life, I will give you an explanation."

After His Highness Hehir said these words solemnly, he turned around and left, leaving behind a confused Shu Ange.

What do you mean by giving her an account? Does this mean to be responsible for her?

The door was closed, and Shu Ange's eyes flashed in front of His Highness Hehir's demeanor when he solemnly explained, and he couldn't help showing a warm smile.

No matter how many planes you have changed, no matter how many appearances you have changed, no matter what kind of character you show.

In fact, his soul has never changed, he is loyal and dedicated to his feelings, and has been waiting for her arrival.

Shu Ange fell down on the soft bed sweetly, and the fresh vegetation breath left by His Highness Herhir made her feel particularly happy.

On the other side, His Highness Hehir rolled up the sleeves of his robe, revealing his newly injured arm.

The wound has almost healed, and the recovery speed of the elves has always been extremely fast.

After his awakening, he did have some abnormal behaviors, but most of them went to the tree of life alone in the middle of the night and practiced by the fountain of life.

Before Shu Ange appeared, he had never offended any elves when he was out of control.

To say that he covets the beauty of a human woman, this is absolutely unreasonable. But what was the reason, when he was out of control, he couldn't help being in close contact with her, and he also put his blood mixed with the water of the spring of life into her mouth.

In Hehir's mind, she seriously explained all kinds of common sense in human society, and she was a kind and enthusiastic human woman.

"The target character's favorability rating is +7, and the current favorability rating is 37."

The system prompt sounded, Shu Ange snorted, and the smile became brighter.

She looked in the direction of the door, sat cross-legged, gathered the vigorous life force in her body, and planned to absorb and refine it.

Her Royal Highness should have passed into her mouth the water of the legendary fountain of life. No wonder so many people coveted the Three Holy Artifacts of the Elf Race. Shu Ange's rapid cultivation speed made even herself amazed.

If His Highness Hehir visited several times in the middle of the night, Shu Ange would probably rewrite the legend of the cultivation world and become the fastest monk to break through the Golden Core Stage.

The night passed quickly. Sunlight shone through the gaps in the vine-covered windows, and the magic light went out automatically.

Although you can clean yourself with dust removal, Shu Ange prefers to start the day with cool water.

After washing, she restored the room to its original state, took off the key hanging on the wall, and prepared to check out and leave.