Collapse, crossing Otto, the road to becoming a god

Cecilia raised her eyebrows and responded happily, her beautiful eyes never moving away from the blond man.

"Then how should I thank you, brother?"

The white-haired woman said, getting close to Otto, exhaling blue breath on his shoulder and blowing on Otto's neck.

"No thanks - I was negligent this time,"

The blond man took a step back, shook his head and answered,

"I kind of took it for granted and thought it would be a good thing to tell Theresa."

"For this reason, I also told her that if she can make you happy, I will tell her the location coordinates of that little guy. As a result, she made such a big mistake."

"Then I have to be happy,"

The white-haired woman laughed, without any sadness in her eyes - because she no longer cared,

"Fortunately she is stupid, otherwise, I would have to rush to grab it - I don't want to lose my precious daughter."

"If you say so, Xiao Goose will be anxious."

"Xiao Goose won't argue with her sister,"

Cecilia was coquettish and rolled her eyes at Otto with a charming look.

"She will definitely want to pamper this sister just like me."

"That's true," Otto thought about the original plot and nodded, "When you think you are an orphan, you suddenly have an invincible and cute sister, and you will indeed become a sister control."

"The little goose is the big treasure, and that little guy is the little one. They are both the treasures of our family,"

Cecilia tilted her head, a cute expression on her holy and charming face.

"By the way, brother, tell me, what nickname should we give that little guy?"

The white-haired woman thought about this problem again and sighed as she spoke:

"That name...although I feel a little sorry for her, but...I still don't want to call her that."

"How about we call her Xiaolin? Xilin's Lin."

The blond man thought for a while, but in the end he didn't come up with the name for Paramecium in his mind - Chong Zaizai is indeed a bit earthy.

"We call her Xiaolin and tell her that this is the nickname given to her by her mother. When she knows everything, she won't feel that our love for her has been transferred."

"Then I'll call her Xiaolin?" The white-haired woman nodded as if she didn't see the man's appearance, agreed with Otto, and then stared at Otto intently, not knowing what she was thinking.

The blond man was a little uncomfortable being stared at by those beautiful and charming eyes, so he took the initiative to stir up the topic:

"So...what should Theresa do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to ask her to apologize to you? She's still a child, and she didn't mean to embarrass you in public."

"I do not!"

"?"

Otto thought that the woman would say something like "If you want, I will repair the relationship with her," but Cecilia raised her head and refused in a coquettish tone.

"Who isn't a child anymore?"

Cecilia's voice had a girlish sweetness,

"I don't want to forgive her just yet. I'll wait until I change my mind later. It's not like I can't live without her in my life."

"Or maybe Sir Brother wants me to care about her again?"

She got close to Otto again, her big eyes flashing full of pity.

"Yes, it's true that she is your granddaughter - but I am also your sister."

"Brother, do you really have the heart to ask me to make friends with someone I really don't want to pay attention to right now? Uh-huh-huh..."

"It's quite skillful to be drunk and crazy,"

Otto laughed and tapped the woman's forehead,

"I can tell her that the reason why you think you are Cecilia is because I used Yu Duchen to implant this thought."

"Anyway, I already have a mountain of blame to bear, so I don't care about this one."

"But I don't want to reconcile with her yet,"

The white-haired woman finally stopped pretending to be pitiful and sighed,

"I know what my brother is thinking. He is afraid that I will be too lonely alone - but I don't feel that way."

Her eyes stared directly at Otto:

"I have a brother, that's enough."

"..."

Excellent.

The blond man was satisfied, with a concerned expression on his face:

"Anyway, if you're unhappy, you're unhappy. Just say it directly - I said, don't force yourself in front of me."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't care, there will be no sadness," Cecilia said calmly, "It doesn't matter anymore, anyway...she won't grow up."

"Yeah, he won't grow up."

Otto also took a long breath, cleared the wine bottle next to Cecilia, thought of something again, and raised his head:

"By the way, Cecilia, since it was my fault that caused all this, then - do you plan to ask for any compensation?"

"Compensation?" The white-haired woman tilted her head.

"Yes, compensation, I don't mind giving you whatever you want."

"Really?"

Cecilia smiled narrowly, her eyes flashing,

"Really, is everything okay?"

"As long as you want it, as long as I have it." Otto responded softly.

"really?"

Cecilia repeated it again, stood up, and walked to Otto.

Then, she pulled the man's collar, and a button fell apart, revealing half of his chest.

She reached out and scratched her fair breasts through the fabric of her clothes. The white-haired woman raised her face and said:

"Come here with your ears, and I'll tell you."

Otto squinted his eyes and got a little closer. The orchid breath on his face was tinged with alcohol, making his throat dry and slightly tipsy.

"call--"

Cecilia blew into his ear, swirled the tip of her tongue, and the words she spat out were full of charm:

"I, what I want -"

She suddenly moved her lotus steps and came behind Otto, then lowered her jade hand and gently touched it somewhere.

"——This is it."

"...Cecilia, you are really drunk."

The man frowned and wanted to take away the woman's restless arm, but Cecilia took the opportunity to hold his hand instead, and the two intertwined their fingers.

The charming atmosphere spread, Cecilia put one arm around Otto's waist, pressed her chest against Otto's back, and lingered on his neck with her pink lips.

"...Let go, Cecilia." Otto said.

"No, brother." The white-haired woman said softly.

"Cecilia..."

Otto bit his lower lip and tried to break away from Cecilia's arms, but the jade hands suddenly pushed back, and he and the blond man fell to the ground together.

Then, the white-haired woman quickly turned over and sat on Otto.

Before he could react, the woman took out the Seven Thunders of Purification and the Heavenly Fire Holy Judgment on his waist, and the Oath of Judas on his wrist, and threw them into the distance.

He struggled a few times, but it was obvious that he could not defeat the S-class Valkyrie with his physical strength alone.

The man's eyes were dim, his fingertips turned golden but quickly extinguished, and there was a hint of cunning in his pretended-to-be puzzled eyes.

It’s time to call it a day – and, of course, be a little more reserved.

At this time, Cecilia gently twisted her delicate body and pressed a pair of plump fruits on the blond man's chest. Her lower body also swayed and rubbed gently.

Otto's cold green eyes reflected her face. The distance between the two was extremely close. He was obviously imprisoned, but there was a questioning aura in his eyes.

He stared closely at the white-haired woman's face, not missing any of her reactions, trying to see any trace of disguise on this beautiful face.

However, Cecilia's sudden laughter was not like what he had imagined: "summering up all the courage", "relying on drinks to embolden you to dare to push back", and "now there is still a certain amount of fear".

A beautiful smile spread from her lips, and the woman's gentle and charming eyes were filled with sparkling light, like the depths of a black abyss.

Even when she was stared at by the once aloof bishop, she did not panic at all.

The woman's exquisite body curves fit tightly together, conveying her body temperature and breath through the thin gauze skirt.

They were closer than the previous deep embrace, and Otto could feel Cecilia's breath, accompanied by the woman's unique fragrance, lightly spitting on his face, making it wet.

"Cecily...well..."

Before Otto could say anything, the woman suddenly lowered her head, blocking Otto's channel for speaking.

His lips were touched by a warm and moist feeling, and bursts of unparalleled softness and length made it almost impossible for the blond man's brain to think. He could only subconsciously hug the woman's slender waist and let his fingers get lost in the divine pure white. Between the hair.

The sweet and creamy touch made Otto even linger a little bit, and he was only half a step away from being completely addicted.

Cecilia begged with eagerness on her face, and suddenly her lips bulged slightly, and she raised her dexterous tongue to ask, trying to pry open Otto's teeth.

However, the man didn't seem to agree, so she had no choice but to look at him with a resentful look. Then, her wet and soft tongue licked Otto's lips carefully, as if to carve the lines on it into her mind.

"Uh...yum...yin..."

Cecilia's pretty crimson face was charming, her half-closed eyes gradually blurred, and her smooth and delicate body fell into Otto's arms, twisting slightly, as hot as a burning flame.