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She made Vicia cry again, and Wen Lin, who had returned rationally, began to blame herself. It was not that she did not know Vicia's situation and difficulties, and why she forced Vicia to the current situation.
Vicia's showing of weakness did not make Wen Lin feel relieved, she slowed down, and then said sternly, "Vicia, don't separate, never separate again,"
The damp heat in her eyes fell without warning, Wen Lin couldn't hold back any longer, and clenched Vicia's hand tightly.
Stubborn eyes, wrapped in the residual warmth of the flame, gently attached.
They bear heavy shackles and hug each other tightly at this moment.
Kiss, a little eager.
Wen Lin raised her hand and brushed away the messy strands of hair that fell. Several strands of hair were entangled in her fingertips, accompanied by a frenzied aura of encroachment, like a surging wave, trying to break the chains tightly wrapped around the two of them.
Rampage, love. Desire overflowing, hazy blurred.
Arbitrary warm liquid blooms at the fingertips, drawing crazy pictures on the calm lake like the wind at night.
Suddenly, Wen Lin kissed Vicia's lips lightly, "Your Majesty, who am I."
"My, my only love."
Her whole body was softened by the kiss, and Vicia opened her eyes that were blurred with water and light, looking like she was about to cry.
The author has something to say: oh, will go back to hometown tomorrow and try to have a second watch.
Chapter 88
When Wen Lin woke up, the seat beside her was still warm.
She glanced at the room, and Vicia was sitting upright at the front of the table not far away, with thick stacks of documents on the table, her face was quiet and focused.
Hearing the rustling movement, Vicia turned her head.
Wen Lin was half leaning on the bed, the collar of her clothes was loosely open, her neck was slender, and it ran down the neck, a snow-white stretch, and scattered red marks were looming in her draping hair.
Her chest was slightly hot, and the tip of the pen immediately streaked a long ink trail on the paper. Vicia's eyes froze under Wen Lin's neck for a moment, and then she moved away pretending to be nothing.
Both of them ate dinner last night. Knowing the taste, Wen Lin seemed to have endless energy, from the room all the way to the bathroom, forcing Visia to call her name over and over again.
The moonlight last night was very weak, scattered through the glass window, and plated a layer of light on the two of them.
What's more presumptuous is to hug or bow, but Wen Lin begged Vicia to try everything that could be tried.
Wen Lin's eyes glowed with water, and her face was flushed. Seeing her restrained questioning, Vicia did not refuse.
The uncontrollable image from last night popped up in her mind. Vicia was a little helpless and a little shy, but her face was calm. She didn't expect Wen Lin to suddenly become so strong on...
"Your Excellency, wash up, I'll prepare breakfast."
"Ah," Wen Lin wasn't fully awake yet, her eyes were moist and misty, and she looked a little dumb when she looked at Vicia.
Last night's Vicia bowed her neck softly and took the trouble to greet her. Following her request, Wen Lin felt unfulfilled as soon as she thought of Vicia's trembling and blurred appearance.
He subconsciously licked his lips, and the dry lips were coated with a layer of bright water, which looked charming and charming.
Vicia's eyes darkened quietly, the touch of her red lips swept across last night. Feeling prickly. Agitation her, every time she forced herself to tremble uncontrollably, she would restrain herself.
Her throat tightened, and Vicia nodded slightly embarrassedly, and said softly, "I'll go to the kitchen."
The bedroom is on the second floor and the kitchen is in the courtyard on the first floor.
When they were about to leave, Wen Lin was able to react, and she turned over and got out of bed without thinking, "Your Majesty, let me go."
There is a special person to serve Vicia for food and clothing. I am afraid that from the birth to the present, she has been in the kitchen only a handful of times, let alone cooking food herself.
What's more, he tossed people very badly last night.
Wen Lin got up in a big range, and the front of her clothes spread out in an instant, but she was still rummaging through the clothes unknowingly.
As her body froze, Vicia instantly closed the door that had opened a small gap.
Slowly exhaling a breath and walking forward, in Wen Lin's dazed eyes, Vicia's cold fingertips landed on her neck, and then slowly slipped.
Vicia lowered her head, Wen Lin could only see her delicate and fair neck, and her eyelashes fluttering like cicada wings. The remaining thin red on her face made Vicia look extra gentle and affectionate at this time.
Her movements were equally meticulous. After tying Wen Lin's shirt, Vicia raised her head with an imperceptible emotion in her eyes. meaning.
She looked at Wen Lin and said firmly, "Your Excellency, what you can do for me, I will try to do it for you, not to mention it's just cooking now."
The heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.
Wen Lin scrutinized Vicia's expression carefully, and after confirming that she was not joking, her heart suddenly filled with secret joy, and then she held Vicia's hand, and her fingertips scratched twice in Wen Lin's palm.
"Then I will accompany Your Majesty."
"Okay."
Wen Lin's brows and eyes widened, her eyes curved, and there was a genuine smile on her face that couldn't be concealed.
Looking at Wen Lin's expression from the corner of his eye, Vicia also smiled, but a slight sourness appeared in her heart.
Vicia couldn't help but reflect, it turned out that as long as she gave in just a little bit, she could make Wen Lin so happy.
Walking side by side through the stone path in the courtyard, the two came to the kitchen.
The maids were living around the stove and the oven. On the table beside them were all kinds of cut ingredients and bread. It seemed that Vicia had ordered someone to go back to the royal court to fetch them early in the morning.
The temperature in the kitchen was much higher than outside, and after standing by the fire for a while, the faces of the two were flushed with suffocation.
Vihia took off the mink fur cloak on the outside and wore the tight-fitting gown that Wen Lin usually wears, which made Vihia's already slender waist appear more delicate and soft.
Seeing Vicia wearing her own clothes, Wen Lin felt a warm current in her heart, it was numb, and then the warmth filled her heart.