Turning her head to the side, looking at Wen Lin with a scrutiny smile, Vicia recalled that she had countless opportunities to leave after being rescued, but she didn't.

She accepted Wen Lin's ardent offer, she lied to her that she was an unfavored noble lady, and she acquiesced to many acts of intimacy that were similar to the moment, deliberately ambiguous...

After loosening her grip on the whip handle, Vicia let out a very slow sigh of relief, and rationally defeated the little bit of unbearableness in her heart without any suspense.

She is the king of Golan, and she is accustomed to using the supreme authority in her hands to play with people's hearts, even if it is pure sincerity that she has not experienced for a long time, without any self-interest, as long as it is beneficial to Golan.

This logic is rather outrageous and ruthless.

The strange emotions surging in her heart were quickly suppressed by Visia, feeling Wen Lin's rapid panting due to pain, she said, "Tell me, how can you surrender to me,"

Still dignified and ruthless tone, but with a trace. coaxing meaning.

Vicia's hair color is a very light golden color, which is the noble and pure feature of the royal bloodline of the Gorse, and at the same time makes her blue pupils appear more profound and charming, like the boundless sea of ​​stars that can only be seen when galloping in the ocean.

Wen Lin frowned. She wanted to find a little bit of warmth in her memory from Vicia's alienated face, but the persecution that followed made her heart sink uncontrollably.

She wondered why these eyes were obviously beautiful but also extremely indifferent, why when they stared at people, it made people consciously look at the flow of emotion.

The suddenly confused heartbeat was extremely abrupt.

Wen Lin suddenly curled her lips into a chuckle, her pupils reflecting the cold white moonlight, and said firmly, "Your Majesty, I want you,"

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Chapter two

"Me?" Vicia's tone was a little hesitant.

She pinched Wen Lin's chin to face her so that she could see Wen Lin's expression more clearly.

The delicate face was covered with cold sweat oozing from the pain, the blue and black around her eyes revealed the exhaustion she forced to cover up, and the calm vigilance in her eyes made her look like a beast that was temporarily suppressed, ready to go at any time. Might jump up and tear your throat apart.

In the black eyes, there is only no emotion beyond the limit.

Just like in Vicia's memory, Wen Lin never showed any emotion beyond the limit, even if it was pure desire. Wang, she often looked at her unabashedly, her eyes filled with pure and magnanimous admiration for all beautiful things.

This request was clearly a powerful response to what she had done, Vicia thought.

As the queen of the Golan, Vicia has always been surrounded by outstanding suitors. They often bite and fight each other like fighting dogs for the queen's pity, barking to show that they want to take the queen as their own. ambition.

But these people usually have ulterior motives for governance, and Vicia watched them compete for favor and charm, and then unceremoniously used this precious wealth called chastity to achieve her own goals.

Thinking of this, Vicia felt a little bit of anger in her heart. She didn't want Wen Lin to become as arrogant and hypocritical as those people.

The slender fingers landed on Wen Lin's brow bone, then down, and finally pressed against the warm blood vessels on Wen Lin's neck.

"Your Excellency, it's not wise to reveal what you covet at an inopportune time. I suggest you change the condition," Vicia's plain words contained a hint of warning.

Wen Lin stared blankly at Vishya for a while, and finally said as if she was compromising,

"Your Majesty, to bow down to the queen of a small and weak country, first of all, you have to offer enough interests to make my heart move,"

While Vicia was stunned, Wen Lin boldly opened her mouth and bit the fingertips that fell on her lips.

Like revenge.

The heart under the sternum was trembling, and the body froze when the fingers were bitten by Wen Lin.

The sharp pain successfully made Visia frown, her hands subconsciously exerting force, forcing Wen Lin to open her mouth.

Taking advantage of the gap between Wen Lin's mouth, Vicia quickly pulled out her fingers.

moist, hot...

There seemed to be sparkling water on her fingertips, Vicia lowered her eyelashes halfway and tucked her hands under her wide sleeves.

All the emotions disappeared in a short time, Vicia put her hand on the whip wound on Wen Lin's chest, and pressed down hard out of revenge.

The scrutiny eyes fell on Wen Lin's face, without saying a word.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, and the deliberately elongated silence drew out strands of indescribable ambiguity.

Wen Lin blinked her eyes triumphantly, and she seemed to be taking an inch, "Your Majesty, this is not a good place to negotiate. First of all, you can consider letting me out,"

The remaining vigor is being rapidly exhausted, and the increasingly obvious dizziness is intertwined with the burning sensation of the wound on the body, which is very uncomfortable.

Wen Lin knew very well that she might have to explain herself if she didn't leave here.

Her cheeks were weakly attached to the back of Vicia's hand, and the right gesture of weakness made the queen notice Wen Lin's strangeness.

The prison door was reopened, and in the amazed eyes of the attendants, Wen Lin, who was covered in blood, was embraced by the aloof queen.

Some attendants wanted to go up to take Wen Lin, but the hands that were suddenly tightened around her waist reminded the resistance of the person in Visia's arms.

The always dignified face evoked a faint smile in the dark, Vicia waved away the attendant, supported Wen Lin, and walked steadily out of the prison.

He neatly put people on the carriage and pushed them to one side, all in one go.

The luxurious carriage was filled with seat cushions filled with goose down, but what made Wen Lin want to cry without tears was that the bumpy feeling of the carriage driving on the uneven road amplified the discomfort of the body to the extreme.

On the other hand, Vicia, with a straight back and an upright sitting posture, even the curvature of the raised chin interprets the elegance of the royal family.