My beast husband is weak and can't take care of himself

Chapter 132 Birthday Gift, Got What I Wanted

The whole of Arieliya was in a very cheerful and lively atmosphere.

Looking at the square where bonfires had been lit and people were singing and dancing, Mo Jiushao and Lance were sitting on the altar of the divine monument. She asked, "Is every cold wave so lively?"

Lance looked at the food and drinks in front of them, nodded, and said helplessly but happily: "It's just a little noisy!"

Mo Jiushao raised his eyes and looked at Lance's smiling face, and couldn't help but laugh too.

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Mo Jiushao sighed secretly, no wonder the tribe’s wine was not allowed to be consumed on a normal basis, the wine smelled very bland, but had a strong aftertaste.

Her consciousness was a little hazy, her rationality was like bubbles floating on the sea, instantly shattered by the gentle breeze, leaving only instinct.

Mo Jiushao didn't know that today was Lance's birthday, so he didn't prepare any gifts.

She decided to give Lance an unforgettable night as compensation.

But she was drunk, and she hung on Lance like a boneless person, and pulled off Lance's clothes in front of all the orcs.

Lance had no choice but to grab her hand, speak a few words to the tribesmen, and then bring them back to the Arielian Cave.

Mo Jiushao had completely lost her mind. She stared straight at the "prey" who had fallen into her trap. She licked her lips gently, and her fingers fell on the clothes on her body. After taking off all herself, she lay on the soft bed, posing in a seductive posture, waiting for the other party to come a little closer, and then pounce on him and swallow him into her stomach.

Lance didn't expect that while he was closing the door and lighting a fire, the female would strip him naked.

However, he also knew that the little female was not in a good state, so he stopped two meters away from her and called her name softly: "Jiushao?"

Familiar voice, familiar smell.

Mo Jiushao frowned when he heard the words, a trace of confusion flashed across his face. Unable to hold on any longer, he changed his position and lay on his side, staring blankly at the figure in front of him.

Seeing this, Lance walked over with a smile in his eyes, picked him up and stuffed him into the quilt. Seeing Mo Jiushao struggling, he touched Mo Jiushao's face like coaxing a child and said, "Be good and wait a moment, okay?"

His voice was low, and because he could slow down his tone, there was an irresistible tenderness at this moment.

Mo Jiushao subconsciously wanted to lean forward to search for the familiar breath, but then she realized that she was pinned under the quilt and couldn't get up. She stared at Lance fiercely and made indistinct humming sounds from her mouth.

She now looks like a little thing that is not satisfied and feels aggrieved. Her pitiful appearance is really hard to look away from.

Lance: "..."

Who can stand this!

But the cave was still very cold, and the little female's ability to adapt to the surrounding environment had decreased significantly due to her pregnancy, so he could only hold her back and soothe her gently, "Be good, it will be fine in a while."

Mo Jiushao's thoughts were in a mess, but she still followed her instinct and believed in Lance. She stopped struggling, and after Lance let go of the quilt that was pressing down on her, she raised her hand from under the quilt and hugged Lance tightly.

Because of the rise in body temperature caused by alcohol, her lips were much hotter than usual. She kissed Lance's neck one by one, hiding an attachment that she herself was unaware of: "Lance, Lance..."

He just murmured the word Lance.

Clearly nothing was said, yet it seemed as if everything was said.

It was a chilly winter night, and the biting cold wind was still howling outside the cave, but he could not hear the wind or see the moonlight. He only felt that the throbbing in his heart glimpsed the burning love of a person.

Lanston paused, as if he understood something.

The little female drank the holy water from the temple. She was not in a state of lacking the strength to give birth to a cub. Now, she just wanted him, only him!

Lance closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against Mo Jiushao's hot and rosy face. He leaned over to hug her, tilted his head and kissed her ear. His voice was filled with hot and unspeakable affection: "I know, I have always known!"

He was very happy and a little sad, and murmured, "Everything will be different!"

At this moment, Lance suddenly realized why he ended up like that in his previous life.

Mo Jiushao is irreplaceable and unique. Even though he later realized that all this was a conspiracy of the Beast God, he still couldn't bear to give up this relationship that made him feel that he had tasted all the pain in his life, because he couldn't find anyone to replace the other person's place in his heart.

In the past, he was moved by the other person's soul, and this time, he was still moved by this soul that came from afar.

The drunk Mo Jiushao seemed to sense something, and when Lance hugged him like this, his originally irritable mood instantly improved.

She leaned forward, held Lance's face with sparkling eyes, and her gaze fell on his lips without any concealment. She bit it according to her heart, without any rules.

"Well……"

Lance didn't expect the little female to be so ferocious. She actually bit his lips directly. Feeling the gentle touch and the smell of blood on his lips, his pupils contracted slightly and he almost couldn't suppress the urge to transform into a beast.

Damn...

Mo Jiushao was probably also frightened. He looked at Lance helplessly and licked the fishy/sweet blood on his lips.

Although she always felt something was wrong, but recalling the wet and soft feeling just now, she unconsciously pursed her lips, feeling like she wanted to taste the same flavor again.

The next second, Mo Jiushao's lower body was wrapped in a quilt, with Lance holding his waist and sitting sideways on his lap. They had a long and suffocating kiss, with their tongues probing each other, and they were so intimate that even their souls were trembling.

"Lance—"

Mo Jiushao closed his eyes/raised his head and responded enthusiastically.

After the kiss, she felt a little short of oxygen, but her brain became a little clearer. She looked at Lance with a low breath, her fingertips falling on his loosened collar buttons, exposing his tempting body to her.

Lance smiled and watched her actions calmly.

Mo Jiushao glanced at Lance's lower body, his face was very hot, his dark eyes were watery, staring straight at him, murmuring in a nasal voice, licking the other's Adam's apple: "Lance, tonight I will give myself to you as a gift, okay~ okay~"

The little female's snow-white skin glowed a bright red under the soft luminous stone. The ancient and solemn totem that spread from her chest to her shoulders was so enchanting and breathtaking on her body.

She said: "Lance, give me a kiss..."

Lance followed her wishes and kissed her. The kisses were dense and came like raindrops. Unlike the previous kiss, which was not aggressive, this one was extremely gentle.

Mo Jiushao, who had been lucid for a moment, was completely devoured. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes were watery, and the corners of her eyes were red and upturned, which was bewitching.

However, this night was still very long. Mo Jiushao was almost soaked and wet by such gentle wind and rain, and was almost tortured to death. She buried her face deeply in Lance's neck and cried for a while. She bit his earlobe, her eyes were hazy, and she pulled his long hair in confusion.

She didn't know when the wind and rain became severe, and she only saw a pair of strange yet gentle red and blue eyes in the fragmented light and shadow.

She kissed Lance's cheek gently, her eyes flushed, and her voice was hoarse: "I wish Lance happiness and health, happy birthday!"

Lance paused for a moment, then kissed Mo Jiushao tenderly, his heart softening: "I also wish Jiushao happiness and health, and that he gets what he wants!"

"Lance..."

Mo Jiushao cried, unable to control himself and curled up in his arms, whimpering, feeling a little aggrieved for no reason: "Don't stop!"

Lance: ...

It seems that the little female is not fully awake yet!

In the second half of the night, after his body was cleaned, Mo Jiushao lay contentedly in Lance's arms, hugged Lance's waist, and slept soundly.

Lance stroked her eyebrows, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and whispered, "I hope you have a good dream!"