Chapter 313 High Priest: Extraterritorial Demon, Don’t… (Happy Children’s Day, begging for monthly tickets!)
On the other side, Droste had already returned to his apartment.

The lights on the first floor were on, and it was obvious that someone was busy in the kitchen. The familiar aroma of food filled the air, and Drost, who had been hungry for a day, couldn't help swallowing and his appetite grew.

"boom."

Droste closed the door of the apartment and looked hurriedly towards the living room. Phoenix was not there and he didn't know where she had gone.

Looking forward, Droste put down his things and walked into the kitchen.

That familiar and enchanting figure was indeed busy, among the pots and pans, Mrs. Isabel was absolutely beautiful.

Hearing the voice, Mrs. Isabel turned around and was about to say hello, but was hugged by Droste directly. The smell of Droste made her hum softly.

"Hmm...Droste...what...what happened? You're like this as soon as you get back..."

Drost buried his face in Mrs. Isabel's neck intimately, smelling the faint fresh scent, and took several deep breaths before answering with a faint smile: "What about right after you come back? Is this too much of a bother to Mrs. Isabel...?"

"No...how could that be..." Mrs. Isabel's body was stiff and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Every time the shop owner gave her such a sudden hug, she would blush and her heart would beat fast, as if she had returned to her teenage years, and her heart would beat fast every time.

"Well, since Isabel has no objection, then I'll hold you for a while longer." Droste smiled and hugged Mrs. Isabel's delicate body.

"I don't know why Isabel smells so good. Is this the constitution of the elves?" Drost muttered as he sniffed and inhaled the scent. "Even after a busy day, she still smells good. I love hugging her the most..."

"Hmm..." Mrs. Isabel blushed, feeling her heart beating wildly with joy, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Of course I can hold you, but how can I cook..."

"What dish to cook? Aren't weak and fragile boys exactly what Isabel likes? Just like me." Droste breathed a sigh of relief, then stretched out his hand and gently hugged Mrs. Isabel's waist. The sticky feeling was very comfortable.

"Yingning... Of course... Of course..." The sudden sweet words made Mrs. Isabel stutter and unable to speak.

"Of course what... ? Did I say something wrong?" Droste raised his head and stared at Mrs. Isabel's charming peach eyes.

Her wet eyes were soaked with mist, making Mrs. Isabel look full of affection and extremely attractive.

"No... the little shopkeeper just knows how to make fun of me." Mrs. Isabel said with some anger. Although the relationship between the two of them had become open and honest, Mrs. Isabel still felt that it was a bit shameful to say such things.

She stood on tiptoe and whispered in Droste's ear: "Shopkeeper, of course it's mine..."

Mrs. Isabel spoke very bravely, but her face became even hotter. The burning feeling quickly spread from her heart to every part of her body.

The wet and hot breath kept drilling into his ears, and along with the smell of Mrs. Isabel, Droste felt itchy in his heart.

Droste lowered his head and kissed her lips, then asked in a low voice, "That's great. How long will it take Mrs. Isabel to cook? I'm a little hungry."

"Hmm... I'm hungry."

I am hungry too...

The kissed lips were shining with moisture. Mrs. Isabel licked her rosy lips, which still had the scent of Droste.

"It will be ready soon... little shopkeeper... don't worry..." She stammered, then glanced at the food in the pot and exclaimed:
"Ouch, it's going to get blurry!!"

... "Why does this dish look a little burnt today?" Phoenix asked stupidly, and then her eyes turned stern.

"I didn't expect it to have turned black! It looks like it's been tainted with the aura of darkness! Are dishes now so unsafe?!"

"Damn evil forces! BLACK!!"

Droste hit her on the head with a chopstick in annoyance, causing her to scream, "Ouch."

Drost said calmly, "It's good to have something to eat. Mrs. Isabel works so hard after work, and she still cooks for you."

"Oh - I see." Phoenix suddenly became depressed and muttered a few words.

"Okay, okay, this time I wasn't paying attention when cooking, so I accidentally made the food a little burnt. I will pay attention next time." Mrs. Isabel looked at Phoenix with some guilt and said with a smile.

Then he glanced at Droste inconspicuously, met Droste's smiling expression, blinked, slowly lowered his head, and coughed lightly.

"Well... Phoenix, you don't think it's unpalatable, do you? If you really can't finish it, you can let me make another portion for you."

"No, no, I've already troubled Miss Isabel too much." Phoenix waved her hands and quickly stuffed a few mouthfuls into her mouth, her cheeks were bulging with the food.

“Delicious~ So delicious~”

Phoenix let out an exclamation of admiration, and her eyes narrowed with joy, making her look like a fat, well-fed orange cat.

"Really? That's good." Mrs. Isabel supported her chin with one hand, watching Droste and Phoenix playing and fighting with a smile on her face, while eating the food she cooked. Suddenly, a feeling of happiness emerged in her heart.

If this continues, it will be a very happy thing.

"Hmm..." Mrs. Isabel suddenly felt something was wrong, and her thighs suddenly felt a little strange.

She looked down and found that a bony hand had covered her thigh.

The hand gently caressed the smooth thigh, caressing the familiar skin, making Mrs. Isabel tremble involuntarily.

This little shop owner... wants to tease me...

I can't help it anymore, okay...

Mrs. Isabel bit her lower lip, her peach blossom eyes moist and trembling as she watched the hand slowly pass over her skin, and the plump and elastic flesh became a toy for the hand.

Mrs. Isabel felt that her thigh flesh was being pinched and kneaded, as if it were dough.

He rubbed it like this for a while, and if he went any further, Mrs. Isabel would obviously become weird, but Droste controlled her well and didn't go any further.

Common name: Cunzhi.

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(End of this chapter)