The person who walked into the stone chamber wore a dull purple veil on his head and a tight, low-cut dress with long black sleeves.

Such a dress is worn, except that the color is not the same, no matter how you look at it, it is a wedding dress, and it is no different. Such a long skirt looks very gorgeous and beautiful, but it is very inconvenient to move.

All in all, it is a person wearing such a dress, except for standing and posing in a daze, no matter what he does, it will only get in the way.

Women are neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and their bodies are very well-proportioned, which is the envy of many women.

The dark purple veil covered the woman's face, so that she could not see the woman's appearance, only that she must be a young and beautiful beauty.

It didn't take to see the woman's face to recognize at a glance who the woman in front of him was.

This woman is all too familiar to him. She is the goddess Elena who once haunted Frankimir.

Frankie Mill stared at Elena intently, but said angrily, "What are you doing here?" Want to see my jokes? I'm fine, thanks to you, there's nothing better than now. You're here to gloat! Unfortunately, I had to adapt more than I thought I would. ”

Elena gently closed the iron door and removed the veil on her head, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and her pink lips kept squirming, but she could not say a word.

Frankie Mill didn't want to see Elena, he hated her to the core, and he didn't fight when he thought of her.

But when he saw Elena, this pitiful appearance, the resentment in Frankimir's heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He does love Elena deeply, he can't deny this, no matter what Elena has done to him, even if he knows that Elena is his enemy, but he still can't hate Elena, he still wants to forgive her, he still wants to hug her, and he is even willing to comfort her and say that it is not her fault.

Frankimir could not bear to see Elena in this pitiful way, he crawled up from the cold ground, walked without a word to the iron bed in the corner, sat down silently at the head of the bed, and paid no more attention to Elena.

When Elena saw that Frankimir ignored her, she immediately followed, knelt down in front of Frankimir's knees, and stared at Frankimir with teary eyes, wanting to be forgiven.

Just as Frankimir loved Elena, so did Elena. But Elena had to do that, she had her own troubles, and that was not her intention, he didn't want to hurt the rotten Kimir, and he was afraid that Frankimir would be hurt. They promised her that they would never hurt Frank Mire, they just wanted Frank Mimir to do a little, insignificant thing for them.

"Please, forgive me, forgive me, I have my troubles, I don't want to hurt you, forgive me, please, please forgive me!" Alina begged softly.

"I ...... We...... There is not much to say between us...... Let's go...... I don't want to see you. Frankimir said in a trembling tone.

"Nope! I don't want to leave you, please forgive me, forgive me, I know it's all my fault, but ...... But ......," Elena didn't know what to say.

How could she tell Frankimir that the so-called "Black Eagle", that is, the vicious "Black Prince", was actually her father.

Elena couldn't imagine how Frankimir would treat her if she knew that the "Black Eagle" in the Nazi Gestapo SS was her Elena's father.

In fact, how did Alina know, Frankimir was also very conflicted, he didn't want to drive Elena away, and even wanted to hug her tightly in his arms. But how could he treat his enemies like this, who knows if this woman will continue to harm himself.

Elena hugged Frankimir's knees tightly and begged for Frankimir's forgiveness, she could not afford to lose him, without her world would be bleak and her life would be meaningless.

Frankimir closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to look at Elena in front of him, for fear of seeing her more, and he couldn't help but forgive her if he had the opportunity.

Elena hugged Frankimir tightly, and Frankimir could feel Elena's tenderness, feel the warmth of Qianqian's jade body, and the delicacy of her soft skin.

Alina uses her tenderness to confront Frankimir's indifference, her only weapon and her last.

She looked at Frankimir tenderly, her long eyelashes were full of charm, and her eyes glittered with tears made people can't give up. She slowly reached out and gently stroked Frankimer's lips. Frankimir didn't refuse her, just because Frankimir couldn't refuse her.

She hopes that everything can go back to the past, to the moment when two people hugged each other passionately and truly loved each other. Tears slid down her porcelain-like cheeks, but grief ignited a raging flame in Elena's heart.

Frankimir slowly opened his eyes, and Elena saw longing in his eyes. Alina hugged Frankimir tightly, fearing that if she let go, Frankimir would disappear forever.

Suddenly, Elena felt that she was firmly held by a pair of strong arms. It was Franky Mire, and Franky Mire hugged her tightly.

A strong warm current quickly spread throughout Elena's body, which made Elena realize that Frankie Mill loved her, and he still loved him deeply, even though he betrayed him.

The sudden warmth made Alina a little uncontrollable, and she hugged Frankimir tightly, refusing to let go of anything.

No matter what, she would never betray him again, the pain was enough to suffocate her. It was only then that she finally understood that she was even willing to give her life for the sake of Franky Mire.

Alina lowered her face, not daring to meet Frankimir's gaze, but the flame of lust burned in her heart. Frankimir slowly picked up Elena, his movements gradually changing from gentle to rude, and he tried to conquer Elena even more, trying to pour out all the anger of his past on her.

Elena didn't have any scruples, Frank Mire's presumptuous behavior, her body began to spasm slightly, and she could only be at the mercy of Frank Miir.

Frankimir hugged Elena into his arms, kissed her tender pink neck, kissed her delicate shoulders, and kissed her fair breasts.

Elena's mournful eyes were full of begging and longing at the same time, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Frankimir took a deep breath and launched an even more rude attack on Elena. Elena did not know how to resist at all, like a wretched slave who was willing to be punished, and after letting go of her serious mistakes, she only wanted to get her master's forgiveness.

Elena snuggled gently in Frankimir's arms, enjoying Frankimir's rough breath, and the deep affection and honey spread and swelled in the cold stone room.

She was looking forward to it, welcoming it, longing for it.

Waiting for the coming punishment, waiting for redemption and forgiveness.

It seems that she is the only one in the world who is the heinous sinner. (To be continued.) )