"General!" the butler walked in, pushing the little cart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Well, you stand down. General Poppy, who was sitting on the sofa, waved his hand.

When the butler bowed and retreated, General Poppy stood up and slowly paced to the bed, where the figure lying on the bed loomed through the gilded tulle tent.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, his fingers pressed a certain ornament on the bedpost, and the gauze tent immediately and automatically parted to both sides, and the carcass hidden in the sheet was suddenly exposed to the general's eyes.

The pansy purple silk is thin and supports a slender naked body, white and soft, exuding a faint smell of grass, or too immature body, every inch of skin exudes full vitality, lying on the side, small waist, round and straight buttocks and slender legs together, forming a graceful curve.

Sure enough, it's beautiful and delicious.

The general took off his gloves, grabbed one of the girl's ankles, and pulled the girl's body to lie on her back.

Soft and smooth feel, the general took advantage of the situation to pick up the girl's feet, and looked at them carefully, the small feet, so clean that there was not even a trace of stains on the toes (the housekeeper washed them too clean), the white skin was full of red powder, but he didn't see any dark cyan blood vessels, and the touch was also slippery, and he couldn't feel a little dead skin wrinkles, which was so delicate that people couldn't help but want to drop a light kiss on the surface of her feet.

The general lowered the ankle and turned his gaze to the small pulley to the side, where there were all the tools for tattooing.

"Isn't it a great honor for General Ben to tattoo you personally?" said the general to the unconscious girl.

In the Empire, tattoos were a trend, especially for the nobles of the Empire, who not only had one or two tattoos on their bodies that symbolized their status, but also had a bad taste for carving a sign on the prey of their prey declaring that they belonged to them.

The generals of this empire are the initiators of this bad trend, and the tattoo technique is certainly first-class.

After a while, a picture of a butterfly dance poppy flower had been tattooed on the girl's arm, with a staggered pattern of blood red and purple gold, and the contrasting colors complemented each other.

The general's fingers rubbed gently over the edge of the pattern, and he hooked his lips triumphantly as he admired his masterpiece, pleased with his work.

The girl's jade-like delicately carved body, lined with the bewitching tattoo pattern on her arm, is so beautiful that it makes people breathe, and even the dignified imperial generals who are used to seeing all kinds of beauties are a little overwhelmed.

Eyes widened, the general's big hand covered the girl's thigh, knowing that the current girl was in a coma and was unconscious at all, but the general always felt that the girl was pretending to be asleep, and the closed eyes seemed to suddenly open at any time, glaring at him hatefully.

"Hehehe......" The general couldn't help but chuckle, and the thought of the girl's pretty face, which was still hard and stubborn even though it was red with shame, felt unprecedentedly happy.

The slender fingers swiped over the elastic flexible muscles, the soft touch, and the scars that had been abused not long ago could not be found traces, which was really amazing.

His eyes swept to the girl's face, and the softening of her face in her deep sleep completely faded from the layer of indignation that was tense when she was to herself, like the legendary sleeping beauty sleeping peacefully in the Garden of Eden.

The general was fascinated for a while, if the girl suddenly opened her eyes at this time, what kind of scenery would it be? Or did she grit her teeth, frown, and glared at herself fiercely, and did she fight against herself? Or did the stars have tears in their eyes, and they were as warm as water?

The general was suddenly curious about the girl's other appearance. Then he shook his head with a smile.

He knew that when he obtained the girl's brainwave data, the anesthetic injected into her was enough for her to be unconscious for three days and three nights, how could he wake up at this time?

The eyes kept looking at the girl's thick black eyelashes and the closed eyes under the eyelashes, and for a moment, the general was a little expectant that those eyes would suddenly open again, and confront him as usual.

What could be more exhilarating than conquering a proud heart?

"For the sake of seeing you so well-behaved, General Ben will give you another tattoo as a reward. The general said, thinking about it sideways, staring at the girl's quiet appearance, and suddenly had an idea in his heart, such a beautiful body, without decoration, is it a tyrannical thing?

The general took the tattoo tool and began to carve his own carefully conceived artistic pattern around the girl's navel.

"I'm sure you'll love it. When he was done, the general admired his masterpiece with great satisfaction, and the blood-red poppy flowers that bloomed on the call looked even more delicate and moving......

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The butterfly woke up, but she didn't open her eyes yet.

I don't know where I am now, and I don't know that I have been in a slumber for a few days in this strange abyss full of sin, but I feel that my whole body is sore, and I can't exert any strength.

However, thankfully, the tearing pain in my impression has disappeared.

He lay quietly with his eyes closed, his ears attentive to the sounds around him, but in the silence, only the faint and inaudible sound of his own breathing came into his ears.

Fluttering tried to move her fingers, but she felt that there was no restraint, and the silk scarf and the small burlap bag clenched in the palm of her hand were still there!

It is impossible for that abominable general not to notice the objects he was holding in his hands, but why did he keep them in his hands?

There was a moment of confusion in the butterflies.

The Demon General's sharp eyes, overlapping with the fierce eyes of the golden goshawk on the back of his hand, flashed through Butterfly's mind.

What kind of conspiracy is he playing?

Wandering Butterfly gritted her teeth a little, thinking of the invincible face of that wicked man, thinking of all the insults he inflicted on herself, and thinking of the freedom that she was still under his control, and suddenly felt a little sad in addition to resentment.

Mom, if you know what happened to me today, are you disappointed in me?......

Flutterstricken tightened her palms suddenly, and opened her eyes suddenly, and there was no longer hesitation and sorrow in her eyes.

She is not a butterfly that lingers, but a butterfly that can dance as she pleases in order to meet the bright sunshine......

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Even though she knew that there were no other people in the room, she glanced around cursoryly out of caution.

When he was sure that he was indeed the only one in this room, he turned sideways, faced the wall, and slowly spread out the pure white silk scarf in his hand, and what caught his eye was the thin red dots dotted on the silk scarf.