After a few breaths of silence, just when Vicia thought Wen Lin would not answer, her voice came over,

"Someone wants to grab my knife and kill me,"

This was an answer that Vicia could never have thought of anyway. She clenched her fingers subconsciously, to be able to force Wen Lin into such an embarrassing situation. Apart from the church, Vicia couldn't think of any other possibility.

But why did Wen Lin drink so much alcohol? In addition to the two months at sea during this period, Visia had the impression that Wen Lin had only had one sip of wine at the banquet.

At sea, Vicia asked her, are you a pirate who doesn't touch alcohol?

At that time, Wen Lin's answer was that drinking alcohol would affect the agility of her thinking. At the same time, she was prone to intoxication, so if she took two more sips, she would get drunk.

Thinking of this, Vicia helplessly twitched the corners of her mouth.

Even being drunk, Wen Lin is different.

If she didn't have a certain understanding of her, Vicia would definitely think she was pretending to be drunk.

Vicia didn't think much, then asked, "Why do you drink so much alcohol, you are not a person who will indulge yourself,"

Unexpectedly, Wen Lin did not answer this question, she suddenly moved.

The water splashed up while walking, Vicia clearly felt that Wen Lin was approaching in her direction.

Stiffing her back, Vicia clings tightly to the edge of the bath, what is Wen Lin doing?

Breathing quickly again, when the warm and delicate touch came from her arm, Vicia jumped up in shock.

Shengsheng held back his exclamation, and there was a burst of soreness in his throat, and Vicia forced herself to calm down.

After realizing that Wen Lin was not doing anything else, Vicia reached out and touched it. It turned out that it was the soap that Wen Lin handed over.

"Thank you," Vicia took it, her whole body couldn't help but heat up, and her heart was slowly filled with strange and subtle emotions.

This is my own private bathroom, so I only prepared a bath soap.

So the two of them have to use the same bath soap.

It was too intimate, and the sense of shame that had faded suddenly reappeared.

Vicia shivered slightly, and the small piece of bath soap slid from her hand.

Her mind was blank. Vicia rubbed her palms with a slightly greasy feeling. She didn't know what to think. She slowly approached the middle of the bathtub, trying to retrieve the fallen soap.

Stepping on the air under her feet, Visia suddenly fell into the water, and the water flowed quickly over her head.

The worst thing was that there was a sudden sharp spasm in the calf, and she couldn't stand up immediately.

Struggling heavily in the water, the cloth strips on her eyes slipped, and the suffocation feeling of dying hit Visia's sanity.

In a trance, she saw a vague figure swimming towards her, and in the next instant, she was pulled out of the water and the air re-entered her lungs.

"Your Majesty Vicia, are you alright?" The tone was a little hesitant, and there was obvious worry in the words.

Just when Wen Lin was about to tear off the cloth strip on her eyes, Vicia's articulated hand held her hand first.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, don't pick it,"

Vicia coughed a few times weakly, she put her head on Wen Lin's shoulder, her voice was thick and nasal.

Wen Lin's hand went around her arm, wrapping her tightly.

This is an extremely intimate pose.

It's soft and creamy, and it's strangely crispy that you can't help but tremble. numbness.

The throat slid down, and Vicia closed her eyes a little guilty. She could even clearly feel the numbness rising from the tailbone to the spine, and finally flowing all over the body along the texture of the skin.

Maintain a tight hug. The distance between them was silent, and the two were silent.

After she came to her senses, Vicia pushed Wen Lin away without hesitation, and deliberately let go of her cold tone, "Lord Wen Lin, you just stand here, I'm done washing, and you can come out after I leave,"

Wen Lin's reaction was indifferent, she stood in the middle of the bathtub and spit out, "Okay,"

Almost hurriedly out of the bath, Vicia dried her body in a panic, put on her clothes, and left here as if she were escaping.

After Vicia left, Wen Lin tore off the cloth strips on her eyes, and there was a large area of ​​thin red around her eyes.

She shook her head and walked out of the bath. It seemed that after bathing, her head began to feel a strong sense of dizziness.

After getting dressed, Wen Lin followed the memory of when she came, and staggered back to the room with the fireplace.

This is like a room dedicated to enjoying the scenery or chatting. The windows are large and decorated with transparent glass. The charming scenery outside the castle is unobstructed. There are no extra clutter in the room, only a fireplace and a few Zhang Dwarf collapsed.

Lying down on the squat next to the fireplace, Wen Lin's remaining consciousness gradually became drowsy, and she quickly fell asleep completely.

And Vicia came to the top floor of the castle for the first time after leaving the bathroom.

The cool wind was blowing, Visiah supported the arch with one hand, and the heat that couldn't stop surging on her body gradually subsided.

No one has ever been so ignorant and presumptuous.

It was a so-called humiliation, a blatant provocation.

The sporadic anger was burning in Visia's eyes, she was going to take revenge, Vihia thought firmly.

However, when Vicia went downstairs, Wen Lin disappeared, and none of the maids knew where she went.

After thinking for a while, Vicia walked to the second floor. Unexpectedly, Wen Lin was by the fireplace, and she was already asleep.

After serving the prepared hangover soup and signaling the maids not to come in, Visia closed the door and slowly sat down beside Wen Lin.

At this time, Wen Lin's eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks were flushed, Vicia reached out her hand, and before she touched her forehead, she already felt a scorching temperature.

Her eyes sank, Vicia touched Wen Lin's forehead, and then touched her neck and wrist.

The temperature was very hot, and Wen Lin was like a fully cooked crab at this time, and every inch of her skin was bright red.

It was a little disturbed, and it seemed that there was some kind of confusing emotion that weighed heavily on Vicia's heart, and her thoughts of trying to make fun of Wen Lin instantly disappeared.