Chapter 427: Come Clean

This might well be a bone-chilling conspiracy of fratricide.

The night breeze was refreshing, sneaking in through the cracks of the window that had not been closed tightly, blowing on the face, feeling doubly comfortable, and reviving the spirits a great deal.

He would occasionally caress her body, all the while restraining that raging desire.

Even when they were discussing serious matters, it was the same.

"When we were in the ancient tomb, he always slept in a coffin, took his medicine, and was very quiet. Probably to prevent me from escaping, that savage uncle often tossed me into the coffin and covered the lid," she said.

His hand caressing her back suddenly tightened, pinching her a bit painfully.

She straightened her back and her body shrank a bit.

Feeling her body retract immediately, he apologized in a low voice, "Oh, I pinched too hard, please continue."