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The unbuttoned shirt slid down in a large motion, her upper body was almost naked, and the white graceful ups and downs were slowly shaking with Vicia's movements.
Wen Lin closed her eyes abruptly, and while groping for the cloak prepared in the car, she said in a deep voice to the outside of the car, "It's okay, step back,"
Putting the cloak on Vicia, Wen Lin called her name a few more times.
His eyes were out of focus, and his eyes were still confused.
It seemed that she had completely lost her strength. Vicia's whole body was on Wen Lin's body, and their upper bodies were tightly pressed together. Wen Lin could even feel the two roses on top of the snow, following Vicia's body. Breathing, slow, gentle, grinding. Rubbing against the skin under his neck.
Vicia's breath was hot, her lips were against Wen Lin's cheeks, and she felt hot to the touch. Itchy.
Her body froze, Wen Lin's thoughts went blank for a moment, and the light in her black eyes flickered.
She sat up with her arms around Vicia, turned her head and rubbed her shirt back on.
Vicia no longer struggled, and before she fainted completely, her lips twitched and said something.
The voice was small and vague, but Wen Lin could still hear clearly, she was saying,
"You, like them, accuse me and don't trust me,"
Listening carefully, there is a bit of a choked vibrato.
Vicia's illness was on the rise rapidly, and the high fever made her complain about Wen Lin inadvertently.
Wen Lin thought about it carefully, and it was because she was complaining that she took her to Yinhe Village.
Vicia is a monarch of a country, and has been in power for five years. During these five years, she has been biting with the old nobles who opposed her and the church.
Under her throne is a lot of bloody and brutal infamy.
Would a monarch who has been in power for five years not know the misfortune and hardships of the people at the bottom? The answer is of course not.
The oppression of the nobility and the fooling of the church have created the emptiness and decay of this kingdom, and the crown of glory is full of bones.
But she had no choice. In the eyes of most people, the oppression of the nobles on the commoners was a matter of course, and it was born.
Even if Vicia is determined to change, once the nobles whose vested interests are touched will soon unite and bite fiercely, she can't bear the anger of angering the old and new nobles now.
She knew their pain and misfortune, but it was difficult to change.
Wen Lin's actions of taking her to Yinhe Village were more like forcing Vicia to admit her incompetence and forcibly opening her hidden wounds.
Looking at Visiah thoughtfully, Wen Lin stretched out her hand, and her slender fingertips slowly slipped from the end of Visiah's moist eyes to her chin.
She couldn't help but reflect on whether she had acted too hastily.
After being silent for a while, Wen Lin said firmly, "They will become your most powerful armor and your most powerful sword, and so will I,"
After putting on her shirt, Wen Lin hugged Vicia tightly and took her into her arms completely.
Through the gap in the car window, Wen Lin found that the carriage had entered the royal court, and after a while, she stopped in front of the White House.
After carefully checking the straps of the cloak, Wen Lin hugged Vicia and walked out of the carriage.
Vicia's bones are slender and she doesn't have much flesh on her body. After Wen Lin picked her up, she was shocked that she was too light.
The knights of the royal court and the maids who came out to greet them looked at Visia and Wen Lin who were in such a pose, and froze in place.
Shocked, unbelievable, overwhelmed.
Mrs. Yaz hurried forward, Wen Lin instructed, "Go and prepare hot water and alcohol,"
After saying that, Wen Lin hugged Vicia and went straight to the bedroom. Looking at their backs, everyone couldn't help but wonder whether His Majesty and Lord Wen Lin's actions were too close.
Mrs. Yaz looked around and understood what everyone was thinking. After a stern warning, she ordered people to prepare hot water and alcohol.
It was another sleepless night, the high fever repeated several times, and it didn't completely subside until the next morning.
Wen Lin watched Vicia in front of the bed all night, and when the sun was getting bright, she slept on the bed.
When Mrs. Yaz came in to change the water, she found that Her Majesty Vicia had woken up and was looking at Her Excellency Wen Lin, who had fallen asleep.
Thinking of some possible guess, her heart suddenly clenched together, His Majesty's attitude towards Your Excellency Wen Lin was really unusual.
But both of them are women, and one of them is still a monarch who will be spied on by countless people all the time.
Mrs. Yaz looked at Wen Lin badly. If that was the case, she would definitely stop His Majesty from going down the long and tormented road.
The author has something to say: I should be able to update on time tomorrow, I have returned today~
Tomorrow, I will take a good look at the foreshadowing of these two chapters in my writing~
Chapter 48
With her hand hanging on Wen Lin's cheek, Vicia paused for a while, then gathered her fingers and put them back.
Even though Vicia and Mrs. Yaz were talking softly, Wen Lin woke up the first time.
She rubbed between her brows and held Vicia's wrist to detect her pulse. She was slow and strong, and she was all right.
At Vicia's signal, Mrs. Yaz withdrew.
The temperature under Wen Lin's fingertips was hot.
Vicia restrained her possessive desire at a certain moment. She stared at Wen Lin's hand, pulled her towards her, and then stroked the back of Wen Lin's head with her other hand, slowly and slowly. kneading.
There is an obvious raised lump on the back of the head, which was knocked on the carriage last night.
"Does it still hurt?"
Wen Lin's body was stiff and motionless, and a trace of heat quickly rolled into her limbs from the skin of the two of them.
Does Vicia remember what happened in the carriage last night?
The scene from last night appeared in her mind, Wen Lin's mouth was a little dry, but her face was as plain as ever.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," Wen Lin said, stepping back a distance, and withdrew her hand little by little.