Forced To Play Shura Field In Western Fantasy Games

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Everyone present was stunned.

It was only a small touch, but the touch... was too obvious.

Unsure of the situation, he was also shocked by his own reaction, Yu Yuan tried to justify without tears: "No, I just..."

He also doesn't want to make such a strange sound, is this also because of the side effect of just becoming a blood race? Expanded senses? Doubly sensitive?

He even suspected that he was retaliated by making up that he was difficult to support, and really made him a "Princess Pea", and it hurt and itchy when he stepped on the cushion with bare feet.

Yu Yuan couldn't help but took a step back. There is no physical contact with anyone at all.

Lambert looked straight at the culprit, and Smollett's expression seemed a little unexpected.

The side effect of the drug is actually this effect.

Under Lambert's warning gaze, the half-smiling prince took the initiative to confess to Yu Yuan, "My fault."

Yu Yuan was just like a cat with frizzy fur, scolding inwardly, if he really made a sound, he would have to be blocked from the game.

I knew it! You're doing little things behind your back!

The prince leaned over, his smiling face magnified in front of him, "Then let me make it up to you, if you can't walk, I'll hold you, and if you don't have the strength to pick up the cup, I can feed you, and if you can't change your clothes by yourself... …”

He said that he was apologizing, but he didn't feel any guilt, and he took this as an opportunity.

Lambert said: "Enough is enough."

"Okay." Yu Yuan was almost flushed with anger, "I can do it myself."

Enduring the discomfort from the soles of his feet, he added, "I can walk."

In fact, he is like this right now, as if he has adjusted the sensitivity in the game to the highest level, but the feeling of the clothes rubbing against one another cannot be ignored.

In order to prove that he was not affected, Yu Yuan frowned and stepped out of the coffin in two steps. The hard and cold touch of the ground hit the top of his head, and he was helped by the prince, so that he didn't fall down.

"I can really walk..." He was not reconciled.

The housekeeper sighed, as if facing a stubborn child, and said slowly, "We'll talk about it at night."

"Then why don't you leave here first?" He slept here for a long time, drowsy and bored.

The housekeeper nodded, Yu Yuan was about to go out by himself, but was caught off guard by the prince.

"Let's go."

The two of them have poor physiques, and the posture of hugging them is very subtle. Yu Yuan, who was forced to leave the ground with his feet, was almost sitting in the other's arms, his center of gravity was unstable, and he subconsciously hugged him.

Of course, this kind of too close contact will make him feel unbearable, and every place they touch is like a fire burning. But it might be better than stepping out on the ground.

He didn't struggle, and let the other party take him out half-holding and half-carrying him and walk up the long steps.

The prince's hair was longer than him, about to reach his shoulders, and tied it a little at will, at this time it swayed with the movement of going upstairs.