Chapter: 65

"He said: 'Oh, San Sith has to be wronged'."

Lumian, who was inexperienced in similar fields, didn't know how to answer these words for a moment.

"He's blaspheming a saint!" Finally, he choked out such a sentence.

Mrs. Puares showed a reminiscing expression:

"He is such a person, bold, direct, like a robber, who opened the door of your heart by swearing, completely different from those gentlemen in Darliege.

"Maybe that's why I slept with him."

"That's just the normal behavior of some men when they are in heat. Let alone Saint Sith, even if the gods are there, he will let him wait for a while." Although Lumian has no experience, he has read the novel written by Aurora , and more than one book, "This belongs to the head controlled by the lower body, no, at that time, his head was already empty and filled with another liquid."

Mrs. Puares smiled very shallowly:

"I know that's why, but in that situation, he does look very attractive.

"Hehe, you really are an inexperienced boy, you don't know that the same words will make people feel differently in different environments and different atmospheres.

"I remember the first time I had sex with the parish priest, he stood there, looked me in the eyes, and said to me directly, 'Puares, I want to know more about your body and mind', or something else At that time, I would only think that he was a rude and vulgar pervert with vulgar language, and I had to call someone in to stop him, but at that time, my body was weak, because the atmosphere was just right."

Saying that, Mrs. Pouaris's smile became charming:

"It's like, if I have a crush on a guy, I'm like, 'Come over to my house tonight, okay?'

"If he did come, I would take him straight into the bedroom and tell him: 'I want to sleep with you, I love you'.

"Lumian, how would you answer as a man at this time?"

Lumian would usually tell dirty jokes with those men in the village. Although he was a little uncomfortable at this time, he could still hold on. He tried hard to recall the stories written by his sister and the novels written by other contemporary writers, and said after deliberation:

"I'd say, 'Ma'am, you're my sun'."

"Very talented..." Mrs. Puares praised.

While speaking, she leaned forward, her eyes became moist.

Suddenly, a warm breath came to Lumian's ears, and a slightly magnetic soft voice rang out:

"I want to sleep with you..."

At this moment, Lumian couldn't help but his heart trembled, and his body was numb, just like touching a broken radio light.

Taking a quick step up the steps, he said to Madame Pouaris:

"Aurora should be waiting for you."

"Hmm." Mrs. Puares stood up straight again, with a slight smile on her face, and her eyes narrowed like water.

It seemed as if nothing happened at all.

This woman... Lumian suddenly felt a little scared.

He hurriedly turned around and reached the second floor in a few steps, followed by Mrs. Puares keeping her usual gait.

Aurora, who heard the doorbell, was already waiting outside the bedroom.

"So slow?" She looked at Lumian.