Chapter 25

Astonished, bewildered.

There is also a bit of anger at being deliberately humiliated.

The condensed eyes seemed to see through Wen Lin's thoughts, Vicia sneered and fainted a little coldly, she still hooked her lips,

"Your Majesty, I was also angry, ashamed, and angry when you rudely undid my long skirt,"

Vicia's chest heaved up and down quickly, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, her tone was cold, and she said coldly condemning and accusing herself.

There was a momentary blank in her mind, Wen Lin pursed her lips, unable to say anything to refute.

Vicia's sight was like a sharp knife, cutting her open from the inside out, not allowing her to escape for a moment.

The stiff hand slowly lifted and landed on the tie behind the neck.

Wen Lin was wearing a loose nightgown. As long as she untied the ties, her beautiful body would soon be visible.

The cold fingertips pulled gently, and the nightgown slipped loosely from the shoulders, exposing a large piece of skin under the neck.

When Wen Lin was about to continue to pull the nightgown from her shoulders, Vicia's eyebrows twitched, and her blue eyes, who could not distinguish any emotions quietly, had some subtle changes.

She lowered her eyes and ordered, "Turn around,"

It's like a game that can be manipulated and manipulated at will. Object, Wen Lin's fingers were secretly exerting force, and the edges of her nails were pale.

Biting the tip of her tongue, Wen Lin regained a sense of calm due to the pain.

Wen Lin felt more embarrassed by the look in Visia's eyes as if she was looking at an unimportant item, rather than unbuttoning her body-covering clothes.

In addition to the embarrassment, there is also a dull pain like being caught in the heart.

She had never been in such a predicament, doubtful, dull, without a thought...

The air in the room was cold, but Wen Lin was naked. A thin layer of sweat actually oozes out on the exposed skin, and under the outline of the lights, it depicts the warmth. Obscure color.

The posture of her back to Vicia made Wen Lin's body tenser and tighter, and the gaze of the man behind her made her look like a beam on her back, and she just wanted to run away immediately.

The two were silent, not far from each other.

It was a secret and long ordeal.

Under the chaotic thoughts, Wen Lin said mysteriously, "Your Majesty, did Lord Robert also strip and serve in your room?"

As soon as the words came out, regret flooded Wen Lin's dark eyes.

This sentence not only reveals a strong possessiveness, but also is extremely provocative and offensive to Vicia.

The sudden anger was like throwing a match on a wasteland covered with dry grass, and the manic wind instantly ignited the whole wasteland.

"Get out," Vicia's low, restrained growl was accompanied by the harsh sound of metal scraping across the stone floor.

The anger that was really revealed was terrifying.

Wen Lin's hand trembled, she didn't turn her head to look, she dressed very quickly and walked out.

Inside and outside the door are two completely different worlds.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Lin walked downstairs quickly, picked up the water and slammed it on her face, and the paused thoughts began to gradually recover.

The slender fingers were tightly clasped together, and she forced herself to deliberately think about the little poem on the back of the oil painting.

It seems that the only way to calm down the restless and flustered heart.

Over and over again based on logical derivation, over and over again halfway through.

After many failed attempts, Wen Lin had to stop, and after refusing to follow the maid, Wen Lin wandered aimlessly in the castle.

Thick dark clouds floated from the sky, obscuring the moonlight, just like Wen Lin's dull mood now.

Sitting blankly on the stone steps, Wen Lin's empty eyes fell not far away, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

All the things that happened in the past six months were mixed in my mind, and suddenly a string was plucked in my mind.

A question that had been bothering Wen Lin suddenly appeared in her mind, and it was associated with the little poem she discovered today.

When she came to this world, where did Wen Lin of this world go?

And all the memories of Wen Lin, who appeared in this world for no reason, in her mind.

She can be sure that the country of China in her memory is real, and it is also real when she came to this world.

The little poem just now was written in three different languages, one in Golan, one in Chinese, and one in Chinese that Wen Lin couldn't recognize, but she could guess what she meant by the words before and after.

If Gunneville really came from an interstellar civilization, it means that it may not be accidental that he came here.

Is it possible that Wen Lin in this world is a replica left by Gunewell without personal emotions, and her existence is just to wait for the real Wen Lin to arrive.

All the logic was connected, Wen Lin shook her head,

If the guess is true, then he is indeed the last bloodline of the Wen Lin family.

But what was Gunneville's purpose?

She has already sent herself to China in 21c, why did she let her come back?

Help the Wen Lin family to clear their crimes? Or is it really as the poem says, to create a society with justice, equality, freedom and order here?

This is ridiculous.

Wen Lin couldn't help denying herself, but she couldn't think of a more reasonable explanation.

Maybe Vicia knew something?

Thinking of Vishya, Wen Lin began to be at a loss again.

As a woman, Vicia is obviously a promising king who relies on herself, and she does not know what a long and difficult process behind her pride and fortitude.

How could he say baseless stupid things to stab her?

Those words were like a thorn, deeply pierced into Wen Lin's heart.

So now Wen Lin doesn't know how to face Vicia.

she stood up,

He patted the dust on his robe, raised his head and glanced upstairs, and quickly retracted it.