The president is superior

The Imperial Castle stands within the forest and on the edge of the city, with a splendor that is unparalleled and a mystery that is even more desirable. The spires of the castle were rooted close to the sky, outlined in the night, making them even more forbidding.

 

 Heat.

 

 So hot, breathless hot.

 

 On the English-style bed, the young girl was sleeping deeply, a white veil of gorgeous and fine texture was draped over her slender and delicate body, and a dense fine sweat was slowly dripping down her clear face, falling on the corners of her thin lips.

 

 The sweat on her arms had stained the white veil, framing endless flawless seduction.

 

 "Mmmm, it's hot ..."

 

 Timothy winced and woke up in a daze from his deep sleep.

 

 The room she entered was a luxurious but unfamiliar one, with 14th-century Western paintings on the walls swaying in her less-than-clear vision.

 

 What place?

 

 She looked around unconsciously.

 

 Only a man was sitting on the corner sofa in the corner, his body line was slender, and his long white fingers were elegantly shaking the red wine glass.

 

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

 

 As soon as she made a sound, Shi Xiaonian realized that her voice was weak, as if she had a serious illness.

 

 It's too hot.

 

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

 

 A male voice rang out in the hot room, its arrogant,maniacal tone frightening.

 

 Live steam?

 

 What live steam?

 

 Shi Xiaonian was a little disoriented, and sweat fell onto her eyes, mesmerizing her vision.

 

 The sound of subdued footsteps came to his ears.

 

 She raised her hand to wipe away her eye buttons, revealing her delicate collarbone, the sweat on it, and when she looked forward again she met a gaze like a falcon's.

 

 The man stood in front of her bed, his legs were straight and long, his clean white shirt lined his tall and straight figure, the neckline was loosened by two further up, it was a face so handsome that it could take one's breath away, with deep, faceted features, sword eyebrows and deep eyes, and the thin lips under the straight nose were slightly open, sexy and deadly.

 

 It was clear that the room was severely hot, but the man's face had no trace of fine sweat, elegant and unhurried.

 

 A man who looks like he's stepped out of a pictorial. He's young, no more than 29, I think.

 

 Uh, why does that look familiar?

 

 Where have I seen ...

 

 Because of her long-term professional habits, Shi Xiaonian was a person who could easily wander off, and with that thought, she literally stared at the man and launched herself into a daze, but soon, she came to her senses as the man took out a silver pistol.

 

 And the gun, aimed at her.

 

 Eh? What kind of development is this?

 

 "What are you doing? Who are you? What do you want?"

 

 Sitting on the bed, Shi Xiaonian was so shocked that she wanted to step back, but the man took a step closer to her, his cold muzzle pressed against her hot, scarlet face.

 

 She had a face that could be described as innocent, with features that were delicate but not ostentatious or aggressive, and was comfortably beautiful.

 

 His muzzle slowly slid downward to her lips, pointed chin, then luscious collarbone.

 

 Ambiguously like stroking her with a finger.

 

 Shi Xiaonian involuntarily tensed her body, the white veil on her body almost fell off, and a head of hot sweat instantly turned into cold sweat.

 

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

 

 Gong Ou stood in front of her, his voice cold and stern, his ghostly sight sweeping over her hidden curves under the white veil.

 

 "What?"

 

 Timothy was confused.

 

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

 

 Gong Ou asked out word by word, his white hand moving lightly, the muzzle of the gun drawing circles above her chest through the white veil.

 

 "Child?"

 

 Shi Xiaonian was bewildered, it took her a long time to slowly calm down, "I said ... are you mistaken, I don't know you. I didn't carry a child ..."