The door is locked from the outside, and the silence in the large bedroom is a stark contrast to the splendor of the hall.

Carl sat alone on the soft sofa, his coat casually draped beside him, revealing his stern silver waistcoat.

Without saying a word, he poured a glass of red wine and shook it.

Obviously, he is a master of the game, and Xin also reminded himself to hold his breath.

Wait and see what happens.

"Ophelia......" Carl suddenly spoke, shouting her name before remaining silent.

His voice is low and magnetic, and his full and mellow pronunciation seems to be able to imagine the wonderful scene of the tip of the tongue lightly touching the upper teeth and jaws, sexy and affectionate.

Like whispering to a lover.

Xin also had to admit that he was provoked.

But...... Momentum can't be lost!

She pulled herself together and sat down in another chair with a false smile on her face.

"So what the hell are you trying to do with all the fanfare? I don't want to get into all the twists and turns, so let's just say it. ”

"Alright," Karl smiled as he stared at her, his gray-green eyes full of hunter's danger, "two conditions. ”

"Two, are they not to blame for the past?" Sim was also skeptical.

"Of course...... I send you all regardless of the table and the picture. ”

"Okay."

He didn't seem to expect her to agree so quickly, and it was almost without thinking.

001: "You're not afraid of pits?" ”

Xin Ye: "If there is a pit, can I stop jumping?" ”

001：“……”

That's pretty real.

"Drop - Mission Progress: +6%, Current Progress: 6%, I wish the host to help the mission goal achieve the 'happy life' ending as soon as possible."

After a thick official accent, the system chose to disappear automatically.

Karl took a sip of wine, and for the first time a smile appeared in his eyes, which could be described as gentle.

"I like obedient girls, you're doing a great job."

"Mr. Hockley—"

Xin also boldly stepped forward, took a cigarette from the coffee table and lit it, took a long breath, and slowly spat out the smoke ring in his direction.

Blatant provocation.

"May I remind you that I am not one of those doll-like aristocratic ladies...... It will never let anyone play with it easily. ”

Her smile was wanton and bright, and there was an inextinguishable stubbornness in her clear purple eyes, like a fire—straight to Carl's heart.

……

Oh shit!

Shouldn't he have sniffed off her cigarette butt and taught her a hard lesson?

Why do you think that this woman's smoking appearance is full of charm and temptation?

And fucking sexy and charming!

Clearly...... When he saw other ladies and ladies smoking, he was so disgusted and disgusted......

So......

She could be, different?

Karl quietly struggled for a while, and finally forced himself to look away.

"Of course, they don't have as much courage as you."

"Sometimes, though...... Little feral cats are pretty cute, aren't they? ”

He very gracefully poured a glass of wine and handed it to her, and continued:

"It's time to negotiate terms, Miss Ophelia."

"Listen, number one...... Be my personal maid and be guaranteed to be on call. ”

Xin also barely managed to maintain the smile on his face, "...... What did you say?? ”

"You heard you right, miss."

“…… So what is the deadline? ”

"Deadline?" He bent his eyes, as if to laugh at her innocence, "Do you still want to be able to leave freely one day?" Ophelia, you're so cute...... If you have to say what satisfies you, then - in your lifetime? ”

Yes, birth, year......

Shinya: ......

The mentality collapsed.

Fuck it for the rest of your life!!

She took a drag on her cigarette, suppressed her anger, and then took off her cap and threw it aside.

"I'm afraid it won't work, Mr. Hockley, and I think this condition may be able to be ...... appropriately."

Carl interrupted her with a smile, "You just promised. ”

Shinya: "......"

It's so fragrant.

So she packed herself up and sold it so smoothly, and there was no scum left.

Xin also reluctantly signed the deed of sale, looked at the elegant Karl, and suddenly had an ominous premonition about the next condition.

I guess, it can't be more excessive, right?