The night in Veneier was exceptionally quiet, and the people were already physically and mentally exhausted from the war. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It was just twelve o'clock in the evening, and there was hardly a sound to be heard in the entire city, except for the soldiers patrolling at night.

After putting Vigros to sleep, Mirona returned to the bed on her side in the guest room. She took off her long dress, which was extremely troublesome to wear, and put on her pajamas, and her skin exposed to the air was as smooth as jade. She was only twenty-two years old, and many had questioned that her union with Angelo was a trade for fame and fortune. She used her young and beautiful body in exchange for the glory and wealth of her future life. But where do these people know that Mirona really likes Angelo.

As an idle nobleman, it is too easy to capture the body and mind of a civilian girl. Wealth, leisure, good upbringing and excellent temperament are the most advantageous means for the nobles, almost invincible, invincible. Mirona fell into Angelo's surprise and romance day by day, and became his wife without hesitation, even though she was saddled with some infamy.

Lifted the quilt and got in, although it was the height of summer, but the cold temperature of the thin quilt still gave her goosebumps, and midnight every day was an extremely difficult time. It's much better now than before, and when she first learned of Angelo's death, she was waking up in a daze and crying almost every night.

His eyelids gradually became a little heavy, and he turned his back to the moonlight outside the window, letting darkness and shadows envelop him.

Suddenly, a pair of bright eyes shone in the darkness, and the doubts in their eyes quickly turned into fear. Her whole body shook suddenly, and she just wanted to turn over, opening her mouth to scream, but she was firmly pressed on her mouth by a big hand, making her breathing extremely miserable. She struggled, but to no avail, the man who suddenly appeared on her bed was really strong, far from being something that a weak woman of hers could stop.

There was a sudden familiar smell in her nostrils, her eyes widened, and with the help of the dim moonlight, she finally saw the person in front of her—Bolson.

There was no morbid excitement or surprise on Borson's face, but a faint sadness. She wanted to shout, she wanted to question, but in exchange for tighter restraints.

Bolton leaned into her ear and whispered, "I'm sorry, the only way I can think of right now is this." ”

He tried to be as gentle as possible, not like a ** criminal, and after tearing off Milone's pajamas, Milone struggled even more violently. Fear and humiliation filled her body, and she would rather die than be defiled by this ugly thief. However, Bolson's next words made her body stiffen, and even her resistance became weak.

"If you want Vigros to find out about us, you can go ahead. Bolton's eyes flashed with a special look, "Mirona, please forgive me......"

Borson pressed against Mirona's body, tears pouring out like a flood of bursting water, and she bit down a small muscle in Borson's palm until her mouth was sweet and fishy, and she felt a pleasure to release her hatred. As if sensing something, Borson silently let go of the palm that was holding Mirona and took the woman into his arms. Mirona leaned over Borson's shoulder, biting him incessantly, as if doing so would alleviate all the damage she had suffered.

Ms. Zhang Ailing once said that the shortest distance to a woman's heart is a small intestine.

When Borson's muscles tightened violently, Mirona bit Bolson's shoulder fiercely, and the bloody shoulder made her face stained with sticky blood and a little flesh. She bit harder, and her eyes were as fierce as a wounded she-wolf.

Moments later, Borson put her back on the bed, and at that moment, Mirona rolled over and grabbed a nail clipper from the bedside table, turned around and stuck it in Bolson's chest. Borson didn't fight back, he didn't stand in the way, and he let the blood flow from his chest. He looked at Mirona with a slightly gentle look in his eyes, the shortest road to a man's heart, and it was also a piece of intestines. He didn't care about the bloody tooth marks on his shoulders, he didn't care about the nail clippers stuck in his chest, he just looked at Mirona.

"I know that even if I apologize, or do anything, it won't make up for the mistakes I've made now. His tone and attitude were extraordinarily sincere, "but I want you to listen to me and judge by your reason." ”

"I don't know what that woman said to you, it made a huge change in your attitude. She's not helping you, she's hurting you. I understand and understand your position, but you should also know that all people and things between the aristocratic group and Rennes will mean death as long as they are dragged into this invisible battlefield. Neither the aristocracy nor Rennes will have any mercy, they are the real politicians, everything is for profit. ”

"I don't want you and Vigros to be victims, I don't want to be a victim myself, I have to save myself, it's my selfishness and my cruelty. I apologize to you. At the same time, I also want to save you from this turmoil, so I have to do this, and this is the perfect solution. ”

Mirona's face was bloody, her body was naked, and there was a strange temptation in the moonlight. She sneered, lowering her voice to keep herself from alarming Vigros, who was sleeping in the inner room. Her face was full of ridicule and resentment, "The method you are talking about is to me against my will?, then you succeeded, now get out!", she raised her arm and pointed to the door, "Get out, get out now!"

Bolson didn't move, his gaze was like the moonlight as gentle as water at this moment, "Please believe me, I will propose to you, and I hope you can agree." ”

"Get out!", Mirona pulled out the nail clippers stuck in Borson's chest, raised them high, and her sharp eyes hid the ashes of despair.

"When we become husband and wife, Vigros will be my child, and I have a reason for Wren to approve of him and give him the title he deserves. At the same time, I can also be his stepfather, temporarily administering the city in his place, I am only a manager, not a ruler, and the ruler is your child!"

Poof, without the interference of other sounds, the sound of nail clippers inserting into the flesh was unusually loud in this quiet night. Blood quickly spilled down the wound, curling against Borson's chest and merging with the previous bloodstains, crawling onto his lower abdomen.

"As long as you have Wren's assurance, you and Vigros won't be harmed in any way in Bell, and I know Wren better than you or anyone else. If things go your way, he'll kill you, your children, and all of Angelo's people before you can cause trouble for him. ”

Mirona sarcastically said, "So you're going to me while it's dark?"

Borson smiled bitterly, "If you don't do this, I propose to you, will you agree?"

"Get out!

"No, the problem now is, you have to agree to my proposal, whether it's for you, your children, or me, or we're all going to be in big trouble, you know?"

"But you're me, if I don't want to!"

"I don't have any choice, I have to. ”

"Aha, how can a ** person say such a thing to a victim so confidently, what about your shame? Or are you just a beast, a beast, without the slightest shame?", Mirona's eyes were still full of hatred, she just wanted to reach out and pull out the nail clippers on Bolson's chest and give him another blow, but her movements suddenly changed shape, turned into a slap, and slapped Bolson's cheek hard.

She used a lot of force, and in the moonlight, Borson's cheeks soon became red and swollen, and a faint handprint swollen, making him look particularly embarrassed and ridiculous.

"I apologize to you again......", his eyebrows twitched suddenly, the pain in his shoulders became clearer and clearer, and the pain in his chest twitched with the beating of his heart.

Mirona took a deep breath and pointed to the door again, "Get out, I'm going to sleep." ”

This is a sign of improvement, Borson pursed his lips and nodded, glanced deeply at Mirona, turned and left in his nightgown.

Seeing the door slowly close, Mirona suddenly jumped up and ran to the door to lock all the latches, she turned her back to the door, her body slowly slipped down, squatted on the ground, suppressed her voice and cried bitterly.

She was nowhere near as tough as she appeared, she was just twenty-two years old, a young girl who could be called a maiden. But she has encountered so many things in a row.

I don't know how long I cried, but the tears on my face had dried up, making the delicate skin on my face tense. She walked slowly to the bathroom next to her, washing her body seriously and irritably. The gentle water did not warm her body, but made her even colder.

Early the next morning, a priest hurried from the church, and soon left with a strange face.

What a unique hobby for aristocrats!

The swelling on Borson's face had subsided quite a bit, and at least the palm prints were not visible, only slightly red. With the help of cosmetics, the blush on the other cheek perfectly resolved the embarrassment that he might have.

At breakfast, the two met again.

The eyes crossed in the air, but they did not set off the slightest ripple, like a pool of stagnant water!

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I owe 13 chapters, and I will do my best to code words during the holidays, and strive to make up for it before the year. (To be continued.) )