Christine lay lazily on the bed, letting out a faint sweet gasp, immersed in the afterglow of the climax, fine beads of sweat left on her noble, pale heaven, wetting her beautiful, fragrant hair, she helplessly looked at Julian, who sniffed and kissed her, like a bee that could not refuse a flower.

I have a tiger in my heart, sniffing roses. The alluring fragrance of the rose flower makes even the restless, never-tired heart of the lion sleep quietly.

"Christine, I swear, I won't abandon you until I get tired of you. Julian whispered in Christine's ear.

Christine smiled helplessly, is this a confession? It is cruel and true, is it beautiful? Christine knows that Julian's heart is so proud, and she never disdains hypocritical deception.

"Then let me stay with you until you don't get tired of me. Christine confided that this was not love, but Christine's humble way of survival.

The golden bell is rung with a crisp, loud sound.

Cecilia pushed open the door with a basin of warm water and a clean white towel and walked in, she hung her head shyly, and there were two white bodies intertwined on the bed, naked and ** cross-current.

Cecilia forced her composure, raised her head and looked at Christine with a sharp gaze, she didn't like Christine, she thought she was more beautiful and favored than Christine, and Christine had that grace to herself.

Cecilia rubbed the white towel with warm water, and used it to gently wipe the sticky sweat on the two of them and**, this is the peak of depravity, the nobles are greedy for pleasure, lazy outstanding people, and Julian is one of the best, he is more depraved than other nobles, degraded to the peak, irreparable, if you can, Julian wants others to eat for him.

Christine, on the other hand, was very resistant at first, curling up shyly every time, but under the influence of Julian, she also had the style of a noble lady, and became a decent court baroness, and now she can accept the service of others with peace of mind.

Seeing Christine as a matter of course, Cecilia was jealous and hateful, don't look down on people!

Cecilia was a young girl after all, and she couldn't do the job skillfully, so Julian said dissatisfiedly, "Hey, be careful." ”

As she spoke, she grabbed Cecilia's slender, white fingers and stretched them out to her Optimus Prime, Cecilia couldn't help but exclaim, her snow-white neck was dyed crimson, which made Julian laugh.

Isn't it the spirit of nobility to do whatever she wants, to be corrupted and decayed? If so, Cecilia is a true nobleman, for she has an aristocratic spirit, and this aristocratic spirit often makes her gaze into the abyss.

Julian saw this aristocratic spirit in Cecilia's eyes, but he was silent, but smiled slightly, Oh, my ingenious trap has caught a lost fawn, and my delicious bait has caught a beautiful goldfish.

It's going to snow. The next day, Cecilia sat down among the flowers, cleaning up the withered branches and leaves, yellow and lifeless, Cecilia pouted in annoyance, this was not the life she longed for.

In last night's dream, Cecilia dreamed of the splendid palace, the exquisite dresses, the dazzling jewels, and the dancing crowd, and Cecilia stood in the center of the ball, she was the star of the ball, which was the most beautiful and dazzling, Julian took her hand, and danced over and over again, with endless tender love words.......

The ball was coming to an end, but Julian said that he had not yet reached the climax, and he violently tore Cecilia's dress and took possession of her in full view, but despite this, Cecilia did not hate this roughness, isn't it true?

"Cecilia?" a soft call woke Cecilia from her dreamy memories.

Cecilia was overjoyed to see the person in front of her, "Lord Count. ”

Like a buzzing fly, Julian quietly came to Cecilia's side, "Would you like to go out for a walk with me?"

An impeccable manner, and a gentleman demands the same from a lady, not a condescending look.

"It's a great honor. Cecilia will not refuse, and cannot refuse, because it is her life itself that is answered, unless she strangled herself.

The two walked out of the Earl's palace together, Julian's witticism continued, cordial greetings, and Cecilia bowed her head shyly, and followed Julian's side step by step, only at this time Cecilia was like a real girl, who did not look forward to a peach-colored dream life, a perfect first love.

"Trouble, trouble, real trouble, for this kind of woman, as long as the rough possession is enough, even if you reward her with jewels and jadeite afterwards, she will be satisfied. The lion said wearily, displeased with the serpent's hypocrisy.

"Rough, rough, unimaginably rough, sweet nectar is just right for brewing fragrant mead, don't meddle, just let me play, food that hasn't been cooked won't be delicious, women who haven't been trained won't be well-behaved, you just have to look at it, you blood-drinking guy. The serpent looked at the lion with disdain.

Eagle looked at the two arguing and said nothing, no matter what, the girl will eventually be dedicated to herself.

Cecilia looked at Julian, who was motionless like a carved stone, and suddenly panicked, could it be that she said something wrong?

Suddenly Julian moved, and he opened his burning eyes suddenly, and pressed Cecilia's hands against the wall.

Cecilia panicked, and she saw in Julian's eyes an undisguised desire, a rough, rude desire, which was as hot as a volcanic eruption of lava and stared at Cecilia's snow-white breasts.

If the lion wins, who will make him the power? Civilization has always suffered barbaric destruction, and wisdom has always been humiliated by power.

Julian rested his head on Cecilia's shoulder, sniffing at the rose, and the lion was intoxicated, "What a wonderful man. ”

"No, my lord, I'm not ready. ”

But the lion never listens to counsel, and no one can disobey his will, which is too rough and too savage, and too savage.

Julian's hand reached into Cecilia's hem, kneading the softness.......

"My lord, it hurt.......s," Cecilia's voice was choked with a hint of choking, if she was a little happy at first, but now she was terrified, a girl is always a girl, a beast is always a beast, "at least go to a place where there is no one." "Dreams are always dreams, Cecilia does not want to be taken for the first time in plain sight, and this is not a golden ball, surrounded not by richly dressed nobles, but by a dusty street, surrounded by evil eyes, where Cecilia's purity suffers malice.

Julian wrapped her arms around Cecilia's waist and buried her head in her snow-white breasts, sucking as much as she could, like a jungle boar.

Cecilia's resistance grew weaker and weaker, and she did not dare to resist Julian.......

"Cecilia. Suddenly, there was a surprised exclamation in my ears.