Chapter 1

Standing in the forest and on the edge of the city, the imperial castle is magnificent and mysterious.

Hot.

It's so hot. I can't breathe.

On the big bed of English style, the young girl is sleeping. Her slim body is covered with a gorgeous and fine white yarn. The dense sweat is trickling down her delicate face and falling on her thin lips.

The sweat on her arm had already dyed her clothes wet, and created endless body posture.

"Well, it's so hot..."

When small read a cry, from deep sleep in a daze to wake up.

The eye-catching place is a luxurious but strange room. The 14th century western oil paintings on the wall are shaking in her unclear vision.

Where?

She looked around unconsciously.

On the corner sofa, a man was sitting there, with slender body line and long white fingers, shaking the wine glass gracefully.

"Who are you? Why is it so hot here? Can you turn off the air conditioner? "

A voice, when small read just found his voice is very weak, like a serious illness.

It's too hot.

"Woman, if you don't wake up, I'll turn it to 88 degrees and steam you alive!"

A man's voice sounded in the hot room, and his arrogant and coquettish tone was frightening.

“……”

Live steaming?

What kind of steam?

When small read some lax mind, sweat fell on her eyes, fascinated her line of sight.

There was a steady sound of footsteps in my ear.

She raised her hand to wipe off the button of her eyes, revealing the delicate clavicle and the sweat on it. When she looked forward, she looked like an eagle falcon.

The man stood in front of her bed, his legs straight and long, white shirt against his tall and straight figure, collar loose two, and then up, is a handsome face that can make people suffocate, deep as cut features, sword eyebrows deep eyes, straight nose, thin lips slightly open, sexy deadly.

It is clear that there is a serious high temperature in the room, but there is no sweat on the man's face, elegant and calm.

It's like the man in the pictorial. He's very young, no more than 29 years old.

Er, why do you look familiar?

Where have you met

Because of her long-term professional habits, Shi Xiaonian is a person who is easy to wander. Thinking about this, she really stares at the man and starts to stay. But soon, she wakes up because the man takes out a silver pistol.

And the muzzle, point it at her.

Eh? What development is this?

"What are you doing? who are you? What do you want to do? "

Sitting on the bed, Xiaonian is scared to step back, but the man is close to her, and the cold muzzle of the gun is close to her face.

She has a face that can be called pure. Her facial features are delicate, but they are not publicized and aggressive. She is very comfortable.

The muzzle of his gun slid down to her lips, to her pointed chin, and then to her delicate clavicle.

When small read unconsciously taut body, body white gauze like clothes almost fell off, a hot sweat instantly into a cold sweat.

"Woman, where is the child you gave me?"

Gong Ou stood in front of her, with a cold voice and a deep vision sweeping over her body.

"What?"

I was confused.

"Three years ago, you were pregnant with my child. Where is the child now?"

Gong Ou asked word by word, her white hand moved gently, and her gun muzzle was separated by a thin cicada wing's clothes. She drew a circle above her clavicle.

"Child?"

Shi Xiaonian was at a loss. It took her a long time to calm down, "I said Are you wrong? I don't know you. I've never had a baby... "

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