The blooming roses drifted away in the wind, and the broken petals fell on the sparkling pool, helpless and desolate. The night breeze was dyed with roses, and a row of beautiful women stood in a straight line by the huge swimming pool, all of them with beautiful faces, sexy dresses, and first-class figures. There are celebrities with elegant temperaments, popular film and television stars, and hot young models. They smile like flowers, hold their heads high, and are bound to show their best side to the man leaning on the recliner in front of them.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his chest was open, revealing sex-strong muscles. Still holding a wine glass in his hand, he seemed to be a little drunk, but even so, he was still suffocating, with long eyelashes under thick eyebrows, thin lips under the bridge of his nose, and deep and three-dimensional facial contours, as handsome as an axe and knife carving. The beauty smiled so hard that his face stiffened a little, but his eyes didn't open for a long time, so he couldn't be asleep, right?

Locke, the butler who was standing on the side, leaned down and asked respectfully in the man's ear, "Young Master?" Which lady are you going to pick tonight? ”

After half a ring, the man finally opened his eyes, and the cold glow in his deep black eyes made the beauties' bodies tremble. He got up slowly, and his tall and straight body looked at them condescendingly, like an emperor choosing a concubine. His powerful aura and murderous aura made them nervous, but they wanted to be favored by him more than they were afraid, even if it was only for one night, they would die without regrets.

He walked all the way, and a strong masculine aura came to his face, just a simple glance, and his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, probably not satisfied with their appearance. Steward Locke understood and immediately turned their backs. The expressions of the beauties are very complicated, what is there to look at on the back? Is it to see if they have buttocks? There was only the sound of powerful footsteps in their ears, and as the footsteps came from far and near, they were excited, but as the footsteps faded away, they became depressed again. The man finally stopped in front of a long-haired woman, his slender and clean fingers running between the black hair, feeling her smoothness, and pain flashing in his deep eyes. Seeing this, the steward dismissed the others. Throughout the huge pool, only one arrogant and wicked man caress a woman's hair.

"Come here!" He finally let go of her, walked to the side of the chaise longue, leaned on it, narrowed his eyes slightly, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and hooked his fingers at her.

The man's voice was low, with a deterrent that could not be resisted.

With a look of shyness, the woman involuntarily stepped up to him, and with a large stretch of his hand, he pulled her into his arms, and then sat on his powerful thighs.

The magnetic but majestic voice came again: "Don't move! Don't look back! ”

The man hugged the woman's delicate body from behind, buried his head in her hair, and absorbed the fragrance between her hair. The woman in her arms seemed to have turned into a cold-hearted appearance, and he whispered in her ear, like a command and more like a request.

"Don't leave me!"

The man's affectionate appearance and tender honey words make the woman mistakenly think that he has taken a fancy to herself, but in fact, she is just a simple stand-in. You must know that this man is rich and beautiful, domineering and arrogant, he is the most perfect tall, rich, and handsome, if he can become his woman, it should be the dream of all women!

All women? No! Cold Ice Heart is an exception!