This is My Heroic Path

Almost all the decorations are crimson, crimson beds, crimson walls, quilts painted with love hearts, and a woman sitting on the head of the bed.

"Sister Morgan, when did you have this kind of room?" An Zhiyu looked around at the surrounding environment. For some reason, just a glance made one feel an inexplicable heartbeat.

"It was there a long time ago. It was originally a room for experiments. All the solemn knights outside were done here." Morgan gently shook the red wine in his hand. Under the light, the red liquid was rippling with golden luster. .

"However, some time ago, I transformed it into such a layout in advance, isn't it beautiful?"

"It's not so much good-looking, it's better to say... coquettish." An Zhiyu considered his words.

"Are you flirtatious..." Morgan Le Fay showed a faint smile, her smile seemed to be much more flirtatious than the layout in the room, she patted the bed beside her, "Come here and sit down, let's discuss about your day It takes a long time to come up with ideas, and we need to talk about them in detail.”

Looking at An Zhiyu who came to sit beside him, Morgan handed him a glass of poured red wine.

"I'm not yet an adult." An Zhiyu shook his head.

"It's really rigid, and there is no rule that minors are not allowed to drink alcohol." Morgan Le Fay smiled casually, took a sip, and then glanced at An Zhiyu, "Do you want my sister to feed you? Uh...or are you more Like me pouring on my feet and licking—”

"I'm not a pervert!" An Zhiyu subconsciously grasped the quilt tightly with both hands, keeping her head down, "What do you want to discuss, Sister Morgan?"

For some reason, An Zhiyu felt her heart beating unconsciously faster when she first entered this room, and Morgan didn't know what she was thinking today, she was wearing a very thin skirt with large areas of snow-white skin exposed, If he kept looking at her, An Zhiyu felt that it would be difficult for him to control himself.

"Are you sure you can't be King Arthur?" Morgan stared playfully at the boy who was looking down at the ground.

"It's not that I didn't do it, but I was forced to do it." When An Zhiyu said this, he raised his head and glanced at her, and quickly looked away when he saw those charming eyes.

"But this is pretty good, anyway, Sister Morgan, you have achieved your original goal, haven't you?"

"Indeed, if the sword in the stone hadn't been drawn, Lily could grow normally, and there wouldn't be too much pressure from the foreign race." Morgan nodded slightly, "I have indeed achieved one of my goals."

"So you now want to use some method to transfer the throne to Lily, and then leave Britain yourself?" Morgan continued.

An Zhiyu nodded lightly: "Calculating the time, I have stayed here for almost half a year, which is enough. Lily is not restricted by the sword in the stone to grow up now, and Britain has you and Merlin here, so there will be no problem. "

"Since this is your decision, I will respect you." Morgan smiled, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"However, I'm still a little worried about Lily. You may need to help her a little bit then." An Zhiyu added, "She's still a little too straightforward."

"In that case, why don't you help her?" Morgan took another sip of the red wine. She didn't seem to be able to drink very well, her snow-white cheeks were slightly blush, and her eyes were also a little drunk.

"No, I've already said it, by then I will no longer be King Arthur—"

"I know, but even if you're not King Arthur, it doesn't affect your ability to assist Lily." Morgan Le Fay smiled, staring at An Zhiyu with blurred eyes.

"No... It's better to say that it's better for you not to be King Arthur now, so that you will have more time to spare." Morgan put his hand on An Zhiyu's face.

"Since you don't want to be King Arthur...then stay and be queen, Lily's and me's queen."

"Sister Morgan, are you drunk?" When An Zhiyu looked up at Morgan, her face was already stained red.

"I won't get drunk. This wine tastes good. You really don't want to try it?"

Morgan held up the red wine and handed it to An Zhiyu's face, but An Zhiyu immediately looked away, "You are really drunk!"

"I said, I won't get drunk, but I'm seriously discussing with you," Morgan said softly, "Even if you don't want to be King Arthur, you can stay and be queen."

"If you weren't drunk, how could you say such a thing, have you ever seen a male queen—"

Anzhiyu's pupils widened slowly, his mouth touched the soft lips, and the red liquid flowed into Anzhiyu's mouth along Morgan's mouth.

The graceful and mellow taste filled the mouth and flowed down the throat bit by bit.

"Look, I have already said that this wine tastes very good." Looking at An Zhiyu who seemed to be a little stunned, Morgan showed a coquettish smile, took another sip of the wine, and pressed An Zhiyu's face , Soft lips sealed his lips again.

An Zhiyu's brain was stunned, and he smelled a faint fragrance from the tip of his nose. This fragrance seemed to make people's brain a little confused. After swallowing the red wine, an idea popped up in his mind subconsciously.

It turns out that Morgan Le Fay's kiss tasted like red wine.

It was not until a long time later that Morgan Le Fay let go of his mouth, and gently exhaled a sweet breath mixed with the smell of red wine on An Zhiyu's face, staring straight into his eyes.

"What your master didn't teach you that night...let me teach you."

Chapter 145 Like a dream, I feel like I've been cheated on

In a dimly lit room, listening to Morgan Le Fay's words, An Zhiyu swallowed quietly. He was a little at a loss, and finally moved his eyes away from Morgan Le Fay's chest, aiming at the ground beside him.

Morgan Le Fay seemed to be enjoying An Zhiyu's reaction, while observing his expression, he moved the edge of the cup to his lips and took a sip gracefully, and handed the cup to An Zhiyu with a mischievous expression. "Want to have a drink yourself?"

"Or do you want me to feed you the way I just did instead of drinking it yourself?" Morgan continued to ask.

An Zhiyu didn't say a word, he didn't know where to put his eyes, let alone answer Morgan Le Fay.

"Do you still like the method just now? You're such a shy child." Morgan Le Fay sighed as if distressed, "I can't help it. I'll satisfy your request this time."

After she finished speaking, she pressed An Zhiyu's face, as if planning to have another kiss just now, An Zhiyu hurriedly took the cup in Morgan's hand, "I'll just drink it myself!"

Morgan blinked, "Tsundere?"

"That's not it!" An Zhiyu argued, picked up the red wine Morgan handed her, hesitated for a moment, and finally took a sip.

Seems like the taste has changed a bit?

"That's Mensao?" Morgan chuckled lightly, his eyes darkened, "You still prefer that just now, don't you?"

"No." An Zhiyu replied with a guilty conscience, he didn't quite believe what he said.

"You dare to swear by oath?" Morgan asked.

An Zhiyu: "..."