Chapter 87: The Flower Sea of Desire (1)
‘Ah, my chest hurts! Huh? I can still feel the pain, am I still alive? I remember that I was knocked out by that headless horseman! Also, why can I smell a familiar scent? Huh? What a familiar fragrance! This scent, this scent is indeed…'
"Aya!" Ulysses suddenly opened his eyes, he would never forget this enchanting scent. When he was in Taji City, Aya always crawled onto his bed while he was asleep at night, so he often smelled her unique body fragrance in the morning.
His guess was not wrong, Aya's dreamlike figure was floating above him, smiling at him, her long purple hair dancing in the wind, unspeakably lovely.
"That's right, I'll give you a big reward!" Although he hadn't seen her for almost a month, her behavior was as bold as ever. Before Ulysses had time to react, she quickly floated before his eyes and gave him one sweet kiss.
"Hmm!" Ulysses was taken aback by Aya's behavior. What happened recently. Why did every girl like to kiss him? Helen, Rasputin, even the purest girl, Cherie was also the same; plus Aya in front of him, the girls he recently met all kissed him.
Aya's kiss was not an ordinary kiss like Rasputin and Cherie, but a deep kiss that could make all boys intoxicated like Helen did. Her smooth and tender tongue pried open Ulysses's teeth unceremoniously like Helen, and was tightly intertwined with his tongue. That incomparable wonderful touch quickly disintegrated all Ulysses' defenses. His hands that were about to push away Aya's body slowly lost strength.
This wonderful kiss lasted about ten minutes! Ulysses, who was completely intoxicated by the kiss, even felt that the time had stopped during this period of time. It was not until three minutes after the end of the kiss that he slowly woke up from that wonderful feeling.
Only then did he realize that the place where he was now was not in the big room of the underground palace, but in the sea of pink flowers. When the breeze blew, countless pink petals would flutter with the wind, and those weird pink mists had disappeared. Now here was an incomparably beautiful sea of flowers, with the fresh fragrance of flowers floating in every corner of the air.
But how did he get here? What about that headless horseman? And why the pink mist disappeared and what happened during the time he was in a coma. Ulysses looked at Aya floating in the air in confusion, hoping she would give him an answer.