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"Crazy at will?" Tilia's eyes darkened suddenly, and she realized that Mrs. Warmin had misunderstood her intentions.

But to her, it didn't seem to be important at all. Her attention was focused on the word madness. After so many days, didn't Madam think she was wrong?

It was obviously the wife who betrayed him, and it was obviously the wife who deceived him.

Tilia frowned, and sneered subconsciously in her nose, "Victim? Madam, don't you and your family treat me as a victim who can be replaced and sacrificed at will?"

Unable to hide her anger and gritted teeth, Tilia couldn't help but stretched out her hand to dig at the wall, her head felt a sudden pain that seemed to be pierced by countless red needles. Ya's sanity tore.

Tilia cried, her eyes were red, as if she was looking at herself when she was seriously ill in the past, the only difference was that at that time there was soft attachment in her eyes, but now, Wormien can't tell whether it was hatred or not. .

His face was also too pale, that kind of whiteness was not the normal milk-like whiteness, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be tinged with cyan.

Vormeen couldn't help looking at it for a while, and her actions fell into Tilia's eyes, no doubt with a little concern.

In an instant, a ray of light emerged from Tilia's haze-filled eyes, and she restrained all the sternness in her body, pretending to be harmless and approaching Wormien a little bit.

"Madam, I'm just protecting myself, even if you don't mean to abandon me, the rest of the Wormien family are different from what you think,"

Tilia's voice was low and seductive.

Vormeen was lost for a while, and at the moment Tilia's voice fell, she almost instinctively stepped back, pulling the distance from Tilia.

And this evasive action obviously angered Tilia, and the innocent look on her face disappeared in an instant.

Before Tilia went mad again, Mrs. Warmin spoke up, rubbed her forehead, and concealed her helplessness and exhaustion.

Imprisoning himself in this room, he was forced to experience deep, powerless shame for countless nights. shame. In the bedroom where she felt like she could no longer bear Tilia's closeness, she took a deep breath and restrained the thought of going back.

"Tilia, since you rescued the nobles, I have never thought of giving up on you, I have never regarded you as a dispensable sacrifice, as for Philip's child, I have explained to you Numerous times, the Warmin family has always had a price."

With the company of nearly ten years, Mrs. Wormion took care of Tilia in every detail. If it wasn't for Tilia's frail body, Wormion would have given her the authority of the Sistine royal family, instead of Tilia. Always on the lookout for other plans from the rest of the Warmin family.

Wormien didn't know why it became like this. The children she grew up with repaid her like this, being pressed on the couch and using cold tools again and again. humiliating.

Vormeen clearly remembered Tilia's cruel expression when she was lying on top of her. She looked down at herself from top to bottom, smiling cruelly, and her whole body was shaking with excitement.

While holding her earlobe, she whispered like a devil, "Madam, you're wet, look, you like it too."

Tilia stretched her crystal-stained fingers to Mrs. Warmin's eyes, admiring her forbearance and unbearableness.

Tilia stopped walking with a smile, but there was not much real smile on her face. When she heard Mrs. Wormien mention what happened back then, she asked back,

"Then what do you take me for? As your daughter? But no mother would take it easy under her daughter's body. Wet."

"Shut up," Mrs. Wormyn closed her eyes sharply, her pale lips trembling.

She can't say anything, no matter what her answer is, it will put her in a humiliating dilemma.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Tilia smiled self-deprecatingly, she approached step by step, and her fingers slowly touched her cheek from her neck.

Mrs. Warmin wanted to push her away, but she was pushed against the wall by Tilia at the moment of her movement. She had to tilt her head, and the elegant jawline made a fragile arc of the neck.

A few oppressive voices sounded against the skin on the side of the neck, and Tilia rubbed casually against Wormien's neck, which was left with messy marks by her, and complained faintly,

"Madam, I won't trust you anymore. You fed me the last medicine yourself."

The dampness spread from the back of the neck, and Wormien's thin eyelids trembled. Just when Tilia was seriously ill last time, someone added other things to Tilia's medicine to make her body feel sick. collapsed overnight.

After a thorough investigation, that person was the bodyguard who was greatly used by Mrs. Warmin.

Perhaps since this incident, Tilia will no longer trust herself.

Mrs. Warmin's body was trembling slightly, her lips were open, she didn't know how to explain, or maybe she didn't need to explain at all.

Tilia pressed her body against her body at the moment when Mrs. Warmin opened her lips, holding on to the tenderness that was so close at hand, sucked the kiss, and entangled it over and over again.

With a bit of a painful panting. Breath overflowed from Vicia's lips, stirring up the cold air.

Taking off the unsightly clothes one by one, Tilia's whole body's senses became excited. She felt the heartbeat that suddenly accelerated, seemed to be swelling, and seemed to be hot, a strong excitement that could not be ignored grabbed her. whole mind.

It seemed that only in this way could Tilia spy out a vague love like a lover from Mrs. Wormien when the jade hope burst.

It seemed that only in this way could Tilia find a little solace in Lady Warmin's distasteful eyes.

Her long hair fell from her shoulders like a long wind blowing red plum blossoms.

Mrs. Warmin was tense all over her body. She struggled in vain, but she was slowly shrouded in the fine net woven by Tilia, tightening until she suffocated.