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When Lin Nuanxi opened her eyes again, the first thing that caught her eye was a solid chest.

To be exact, it is a chest with clear ink-colored tattoo lines, and it feels warm to the touch.

The familiar aura of strength surrounded her body, and she realized something, and suddenly tried to escape from this embrace.

[Don't move.] A low, languid, hoarse voice commanded, stopping her movements.

There was still a slight ache in the back of the neck, but it felt warm and comfortable.

Beitang Yaori put a wet towel on the back of her neck, relieving the pain left by the hand knife.

How long did he hold her and apply a wet towel to her?

There was no feeling of discomfort in her body, and Beitang Yaori did not "send" her to the sergeant major.

[My brothers, still in the military department?] shouted too much in the military headquarters, and there was a hint of obvious hoarseness in Lin Nuanxi's voice.

[Hmm.] The answer was indifferent.

[When can I put them?] ]

Put? Anytime, as long as Ulysses Cage orders it.

Putting the towel aside, Beitang Yaori slowly softened the red marks on the back of her neck with her fingertips, the force was even, and there was a self-evident sense of comfort, at least, Lin Nuanxi felt no longer so sore.

[Emperor Shao, my brother is innocent, hurry up and let him go, he must be very uncomfortable now.] ]

[Whispering other men's names in my arms, huh?] Was he a little tender with her?

Beitang Yaori pressed her chin, and the calm and low eyes of the eagle falcon seemed to be brewing an unknown storm: [Instead of thinking about your brother, it is better to spend more time thinking about how to please me.] ]

This reminder made Lin Nuanxi not forget - she sold her body in exchange for her brother's freedom.

For the humiliating words of Beitang Yaori, she has already adapted to it to the point that she can't adapt anymore.

[Didn't I make Emperor Shao feel disgusted?] ]

Lin Nuanxi raised his head and looked at him, neither humble nor arrogant: [Emperor Shao, not everyone is as lucky as you, you are born to be the pride of the sky. ]

What's more, in the later stage, he is still damn excellent, excellent excessively!

[There is a difference between respect and inferiority, and it is understandable that the emperor is disgusted with me. So, let me continue to work as a maid, handyman, whatever in Black Swan Castle. ]

[I don't lack one of you.] ]

[Emperor Shao, you are perfect in everything, and you lack nothing.] But......] Lin Nuanxi smiled wryly: [Have you ever had love? ] ]

Love, for Beitang Yaori, is just a simple Chinese character that he knows is composed of ten strokes.

[Speak as if you had love.] The words of the playful retort made Lin Nuanxi stunned.

National Day and the crown in Chaoyang Park play, the festival of colorful balloons, the sweet cone in her hand, the lovely Ala Lei hat given to her by the crown, this simple and sweet atmosphere, is it love?

[What can that kind of thing bring me, power or money?] ]

[No, but at least it will keep Emperor Shao from showing that expression when he has a fever.] ]

Lin Nuanxi did not forget that when Emperor Shao had a fever, his face was short-lived in fragility and helplessness, confused and painful, and deeply uneasy.

He, a man who stands at the top like a king, will never allow him to show half of his weakness with his arrogant posture in his bones. However, that night, he was in pain and uneasy, hugging her tightly like a lost child, seeking comfort, and the scene always made Lin Nuanxi remember it deeply.