For the first time, Field found that the relationship between the Crown and the Empire was frustrating, leaving him with no chance of owning Doloris, and even a shared opportunity became a luxury, and the Empire would not allow the Crown Prince's fiancée's lover to come from the Commonwealth, and she was one of the heirs of the Watson family.

"Aren't you really thinking about what I just said? You should know that Kleist has a somewhat moody temper and it is not safe for you to stay by his side. Field looked at Dolores' pale face, and was even more annoyed by what he had just done, he really shouldn't have intimidated Dolores because of her attitude.

Dolores clutched her chest, frowned slightly, raised her shallow eyes to look at Field, and said softly, "It's not something I can choose, is it?" It's like I said I want to go home, and you're not going to send me back. Doloris's eyes glistened with tears, making her already clear eyes even brighter in the water.

If he could be watched by such a pair of eyes all the time, for Field, he was willing to give everything, even if it was his own life, but this request alone, he could not respond to her now.

"I'll take you to your room to rest! If there is anything to say, we will talk about it next time. Field sighed softly and half-hugged Dolores, he was not very good at saying soothing things, and if Curtis was there now, he would definitely use some modifiers that he considered to be white lies to appease Dolores.

When Dolores put Field's hand on her waist, her body froze instantly, and she couldn't help but shiver, and before she could express her dislike, she felt the oppression from a powerful spiritual force, which was terrifying and almost made her fall to the ground, if it weren't for Field's hand fixed on her waist, she would be very wolf now.

Field subconsciously wanted to release his mental power to fight, but stopped after touching Dolores' limp body, and looked at the person with a frown.

Kleist clasped his hands around his chest, his eyes kept staring at Dolores, and his handsome face had an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and when he saw Dolores looking at him in horror, he stretched out his hands to her, and seduced her in a low and pleasant voice: "My good girl, don't you return to my arms?" ”

Dolores's expression was undoubtedly frightened, and there was fear and timidity in her clear eyes, and this negativity even overwhelmed the mental pressure that Field brought her, making her unconsciously grasp his sleeve.

Doloris's action made Kleist's narrow golden eyes narrow, and his expression became dangerous, and the brim of the military hat left a faint shadow in his eyes, making his facial expression look even more calm.

"But don't you come?" Kleist raised his eyebrows and laughed: "It's only been a long time since you left me, and you've already learned to be so disobedient?" Who gave you the guts? Field? As he spoke, Kleist's hand rested on the long knife hanging from his waist.

Field's brow furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "You're freaking her, Kleist." ”

Kleist chuckled, glanced at Field nonchalantly, and said, "Do you want me to come and pick her up in person, or do you want to return her to my arms?" Kindness? My dear brother. ”

Field, instinctively disgusted by this title, looked down at Doloris, who was trembling involuntarily, he sighed softly, hugged the person horizontally, and walked towards Kleist step by step.

"She's not feeling well." Even if he was reluctant, Field was reluctant to clash with Kleist when Dolores was not feeling well.

Kleist took Doloris from Field's hand, and pressed his forehead against Dolores's forehead in front of him in an intimate gesture, sure enough, the temperature conveyed by her skin was slightly lower than usual, Kleist rubbed Dolores's cheek with his hand, his expression was still like a smile, the hand that was originally rubbing Doroles' cheeks and face suddenly paused, and pinched it gently, for him, this force had been extremely light, but it still made Dolores feel pain, and couldn't help frowning.

"A little punishment for your misconduct." Kleist curled the corners of his mouth and said with a low chuckle, wrapping his arm around Dolores's chest and unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.

This overly intimate gesture made Field's face change, and his hands hanging down on his sides clenched unconsciously, and anger flashed in his eyes.

Kleist chuckled, his dazzling golden eyes showed a little playfulness, he easily hugged Dolores with one hand, put his half-stripped coat on her body, and then leaned over and kissed her white lips: "Good boy, bear with me for a while, and we'll go back when we're done with the show." ”

With tears streaming down her eyes, Dolores turned her head away in disgust, not saying a word, she was already surprised by whether Kleist was intimate or not, and even forced herself to ignore it, otherwise she really didn't know how to hold on until Asa came to take her home.

Kleist didn't care, only tightened the hand on Dolores' hips, and walked down the hall.

Kleist is undoubtedly not a person who can be ignored, especially when he is still holding a girl in his arms who seems to have been kissed by the god of □□, beautiful as a fairy in mythology, people can't help but follow with their eyes, and they can't even hide the greed in their eyes, Kleist snorted unhappily, and everywhere his eyes went, no one was silent and looked away.

Kleist sneered, bowed his head and said to Dolores, "My girl, do you feel it?" These men are eager to hug you, and they want to tear your clothes on the spot, crush you under you, and possess you fiercely. Kleist's words were full of malice, and this was the real punishment for Dolores for not obeying his words and returning to his arms in the first place.

Doloris clutched her coat tightly, the crisp fabric rubbing against her skin, the pain caused by this friction unexpectedly made her feel a little steady, but after listening to Kleist's words, she still shuddered uncontrollably and buried her head in his arms.

This gesture of weakness undoubtedly pleased Kleist, causing him to let out a pleasant laugh, and he stroked Doloris's fair cheek and smiled, "Don't be afraid, you must know that I am not in the habit of sharing my possessions with others." After saying what seemed to be a reassuring remark, Kleist led Dolores to the viewing platform on the second floor.

As the commander of the Fourth Military Region, Kleist rightfully occupies a position with a great view, while having Dolores sit on his knees, his hands around her waist, and whisper in her ear, "I'm going to give you a unique gift in a moment." Kleist's voice was a little smug, mixed with a hint of indescribable coldness.

The slender body trembled slightly because of this sentence, Dolores was not naïve enough to think that Kleist's so-called gift was something pleasing to girls, and in her heart, Kleist left her with the impression that could only be described as moody.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a beautiful firework." Kleist said with a smile, his fingers lingering on Doloris' delicate cheeks and narrowing slightly.

Dorores's beautiful appearance and weak posture are extremely attractive to men, in such an interstellar where even women are so strong that people can't ignore them, men are of course not blessed to enjoy the dependence from women, so for Doloris's fragile and helpless posture, for them to say, it is simply the seduction of the red fruit, such as Commander Bazel, since he arrived at the viewing platform, his greedy eyes have been lingering on Dolores's body, to the point of having no scruples, Even if Kleist showed a cold and gloomy expression, he still couldn't control himself.

"I said, you really shouldn't have taken her out, look at Bazel, it's going to be drooling." Michael, as the commander of one of the three divisions of the Federal Air Force, is certainly not absent from an occasion like today.

Kleist glanced at Michael and gave a grim sneer: "He can only peek into something that doesn't belong to him today." ”

Michael chuckled, bent over and waved his hand to Dolores, who was sitting in Kleist's arms, and said hello: "Dolores, remember me?" ”

Dolores raised her head buried in Kleist's chest, glanced at Michael, nodded her head, and looked sad, which made Michael frown and said to Kleist: "She doesn't look very good, is she scared?" ”

Kleist pinched Dorores' jaw with his slender fingers, his brow furrowed slightly, the temperature transmitted from Dorores's skin was a little lower than usual, as if it was really like what Michael said, scared out of his courage.

Doloris endured the discomfort and asked herself not to make a move that angered Kleist, but the force of his fingers on her chin was really unbearable for her, making Dolores involuntarily let out a subtle "hiss" of pain.

"You're hurting her." Michael emphasized, looking at Dolores with a look of pity that is rare in men.

The strength in Kleist's hand paused, his dazzling golden eyes bent up, and he said in a slightly deep voice: "Follow me, you shouldn't be afraid." Kleist said it as a matter of course, with even a hint of displeasure in his tone, for Dolores' panicked attitude was undoubtedly a question of his abilities.

Dolores bit her lip, trying not to let the tears that swirled in her eyes fall, lest she embarrass herself even more.

"I'm sorry." Dolores forced herself to be submissive, as weak as she was, and only then could she survive under Kleist.

Kleist smiled, but rarely ignored Dolores's weakness, looking at Dolores from his point of view, it was undoubtedly very seductive, although her lips were pale, but delicate and moist, and tears were crumbling in her clear eyes, but because she needed to please herself, she was trying to raise her small face and smile sweetly at him.

This time Kleist paid attention to the force of the squeezing on Dolores's jaw, leaned close to her lips, and gave her permission on the lips, making an ambiguous sound, without the slightest intention of avoiding everyone, this action was more like a declaration that the girl in his arms belonged to him.

No matter how much Dolores forced herself, she still couldn't get used to the intimacy, and she could barely hide the disgust in her eyes, but her overly deceptive appearance tended to make people ignore the love in her eyes.

The sound of neat and heavy footsteps gradually came from far and near, Michael coughed, reminding Kleist that now is not a suitable occasion for wanton intimacy, Kleist seemed a little dissatisfied, his narrow eyes narrowed, and a trace of patience flashed in his eyes, after all, he did not make a move that embarrassed Dolores, but his fingers rubbed on her lips, watching her pale lips turn red because of herself, and her eyes showed a look of satisfaction.