A touch of amazement bloomed in Arna's eyes.

She always knew Carlos was charismatic.

But for some people, no image or photograph can show the fatal attraction that emanates from the inside out.

She had never underestimated this imperial male god, but the moment she saw her, Arna understood that she still underestimated him.

Her body and heart are all stirring.

Impulsive for him.

Fascinated by him.

I want to bloom for him, sink for him, and I want him to sink for himself.

Ignoring the messages her lover sent her, Arna focused on Carlos, smiling even more charmingly.

She's going to get this man!

"Your Highness." She stood up sultryly, turned to his side, and said softly, "I have long admired the Daimyo." ”

To her surprise, the man in front of her didn't show any superfluous looks because of her.

Carlos's cold eyebrows were the same as ever.

He leaned over slightly, and in an absolutely gentlemanly manner, he helped her in the chair, "Please be seated, Miss Baker." ”

Baker, is Arna's last name.

Arna was stunned for a moment, and her body had involuntarily reacted to the man's command-like command—she sat down obediently.

Seeing this, Carlos bowed his head slightly and sat down on the seat opposite.

Everything is meticulous, courteous, and impersonal.

In this short moment, Arna was sure that the orc in front of her had no desire for herself.

It's a very strange thing.

In Arna's understanding, orcs are a kind of undisciplined race that you can not wait to pounce on as long as you seduce them a little.

Even, if you look beautiful and don't have to hook your hand, they will pounce on themselves.

This crown prince obviously subverted her cognition.

But Arna loves the challenge.

Whether it's Carlos's identity and appearance, or Arna's own hobbies, she has to take down this man!

This lunch was not awkward.

This stems from Arna's witty words and Carlos's demeanor.

Even if he wasn't interested in the words of the female beast in front of him, the royal upbringing and his own demeanor didn't allow him to embarrass a female beast, so he occasionally picked up a topic to keep the atmosphere from being too quiet.

But that's about it.

In the face of Arna's teasing from time to time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who had a cold face, did not respond at all.

About half an hour passed.

Carlos put down the cutlery in his hand.

"Miss Baker, I am here today for the engagement between us."

His expression was solemn, his waist was straight, and the momentum around him was not at all like sitting in a couple's restaurant with his fiancée for lunch, but more like sitting in a tight war room to communicate with his subordinates.

Under this power, Arna's weak and boneless waist couldn't help but straighten up.

She was overwhelmed and excited about her change.

This is the first time she has met a man who instinctively wants to make herself submit.

Arna licked her lips and locked her eyes on Carlos, her mind full of what this serious ascetic man might look like in bed.

His long, neatly combed blonde hair is sure to be scattered, his face is covered with an erotic flush, and the buttons are unbuttoned, revealing his sexy pecs,......

Oh, the beast god is on top!

Arna unconsciously tightened her legs, just imagining that she couldn't restrain her physical impulses.