"It's really strange, is it my birthday, or is it your birthday, or is it some other potentially important day?", Bethel took off his top hat and cloak and handed it to the servant beside him, and when the butler was about to reach out and take the staff of civilization from Bethel's hand, a graceful lady took the first step, and her aggressive attitude made the butler only bow his head and smile bitterly and take two steps back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This lady was the wife of the Earl of Bethel, and as many nobles had to go through, marrying a woman whom they might not know or like, and becoming their wife for life. The chains of relationships formed by political marriages are fragile, but everyone likes to prove their ridiculous loyalty in this way.

Pristalo, whose Desi is crystal, as the second daughter of the Entro family, has a background and identity that many women envy. The Entro family is one of the more powerful nobles in the northwest of the empire, and their ancestors almost became grand dukes, becoming members of the top nobility. However, it is a pity that perhaps the Orlando family is afraid of the increasingly powerful aristocracy, and the Entro family has prospered and declined, and has embarked on the road of decline.

There are more or less royal means in this, and it also makes the Entro family the most determined anti-royal faction.

Before Bethel's family was involved in the political storm, it was also a very famous royalist faction in the imperial capital, and Bethel's father even had the title of Marquis of the Empire, which can be described as powerful. It may seem interesting that an anti-emperor faction actually married a royalist, but the fact is so interesting. The factor that determines whether they are opposed to each other is not each other's position, but interests. If there are enough benefits, the Entro family may not change from an anti-emperor faction to a royalist faction, as long as the benefits are enough, as long as the family can be brought to a higher level, the will of the individual must always be subordinated to the will of the collective.

Unfortunately, after a round of purging, Bethel's father was swept into the dustbin of history, and he became the invisible minister of the archives department, making gardeners his life's pursuit. And Pristalo, too, has returned to her own home, and will hardly choose to come back unless it is an important day.

Being able to see Pristalo at home today, Bethel teased, he knew better than anyone else why this woman, who had no feelings for him at all, and only had the exchange of interests for Chiguoguo, appeared here.

Pristalo looks only in her early thirties, and her skin is still very firm, with no sagging or sagging. The fat is evenly distributed under her skin, making her look slightly plump, and her whole body is full of ripe style. She has long blonde hair, and it seems that blonde hair will always be associated with handsome guys and beautiful women. Her chin is a little pointed, her eyebrows are a little high, her eyes are bright, and she looks a little strong, especially when she is serious, she has a restless aggressiveness.

But if she has a charming smile in her eyes like this, it also gives people a desire to conquer. I wanted to press her to the ground and tear her clothes, tear her dignity in the most rude way like tearing her clothes, and then take possession of her and conquer her fiercely, very roughly.

"Can't I be here if it weren't for an important day? Pristalo placed the staff of civilization on the shelf side of the door, and there were several more staff of civilization on the shelf. This thing is actually the same as the Xiaokun bag that women love, and it is also a unique accessory for men, which can symbolize identity and status, and can also represent trends and fashions.

Pristalo reached out and flicked the invisible dust on Bethel's shoulder, took his arm, and whispered, "Have you been busy lately? ”

Bethel chuckled twice, he quietly turned his head to look at Pristalo, his gaze swept over the butler, who keenly caught this glimmer of light and nodded slightly. Bethel is not young, but he is still a healthy man, as long as he is a man, he will always chase women. It's not an ugly thing, it's the instinct of all animals that a male chases a female, whether it's the right to mate or the domination of the group, what is in the bones will never change, not even the years.

Pristaro did not give Bethel a son or a daughter, and according to some rumors, the woman actually had several concubines outside, as Bethel knew about it. In fact, the circle of the aristocracy is countless times more complicated than outsiders imagine, this is a magical class, revealing weirdness and absurdity, nonsense and darkness.

Bethel also had his own mistress, who bore him two boys, one of whom many probably knew overtly, and another boy whom he had protected, and at the same time, he had a daughter. The glance he glanced at the housekeeper was to inform him that he must protect his children when necessary.

Bethel never dared to underestimate the woman next to him, who was also his wife, so he had to be fully protected and prepared.

"You seem to be a lot prettier again. Bethel smiled and looked at Pristaro, "I'm in my forties in a blink of an eye, but you're still as beautiful as I was when I first saw you." ”

Pristaro stretched out her slender fingers and touched her cheek, smiling and smacking Bethel on the shoulder, her movements always with a certain seductive touch, a smile and a perfect gesture. She bowed her head slightly, her eyelashes fluttered, her bright eyes were covered with a thin veil, and her eyes flowed in her eyes, leading but not triggering, revealing infinite shyness, just like a happy wife, "Am I really still that young? This is probably the most happy sentence I have heard this year." ”

"I hope it's true. Pristalo stretched his neck and kissed the corner of Bethel's mouth gently, lipstick with a special fragrance imprinted on the corner of his mouth, and also left a fragrance, under the incandescent curing illumination, Pristaro's neck reflected a jade-like luster, and couldn't help but make people want to kiss it, or tear it with their teeth.

"I've prepared a very hearty dinner, my dear, how long has it been since we've had a wonderful dinner together?", unlike the average woman, a wife who has not been home for a long time tends to avoid the deadliest question of time and space, but Pristalo does the opposite, and instead begins with this conversation, "A month? or two months?"

She took Bethel by the hand and entered the dining room. After turning off the magic pathway on the illumination pedestal, all lights were extinguished, except for the red candle on the table. The whole restaurant is filled with the aroma of food and the rich smell of flowers.

Bethel tore off his collar and tossed it aside, "It's probably been more than three months, and the last time you came back, it was just summer, and you took with you the most perfect pot of star fire I just made. ”

Pristalo laughed, "We are all freedom-seekers, and nothing in this world can bind you and me. However, no matter where I go or who I meet, eventually I will return to my home like a bird, and the outside world may have countless wonders, but this is the only place where I live. She sat down on the other side of Bethel and raised her glass, the red as bright as blood swaying back and forth in the crystal glass, hanging a curtain. "To my deait, dearest Bethel. ”

Bethel pursed his lips, and he took a sip from his glass. When he put down his glass, he was surprised to find that Pristalo's wine had not entered his mouth, but had slid down her pointed chin, down her jade-like neck, and down her collarbone to her chest. Red wine like blood snaked across her chest, and the atmosphere became beautiful. The aromas of the wine, the intense floral aromas, mixed together, caused a certain wonderful chemical reaction.

Molecules exploded in the air, and the temperature in the room seemed to be rising, and Bethel tore his neckline, breathing a little heavily.

He didn't trust this woman, he didn't like this woman, but he had to admit it to his body. Of all the women he had ever seen, this woman was the only one who could give him supreme pleasure and make him feel as if he were in the kingdom of God in the mouth of the apostles. He coughed lightly, not looking at Pristalo's body, but he always felt something stirring in his body.

Pristall's long skirt was the same Bethel had chosen for her, completely barebacked, with only a shawl that went around the back of her neck, forming two palm-wide breasts at the chest, which were reconnected under the chest, with a circle of pleated designs that drooped down. This was followed by a long skirt that tightly wrapped her lower abdomen and thighs, fully revealing her figure.

As if sensing Bethel's breathing, Pristalo laughed, and she stretched out a finger to draw haphazardly across her chest, then pressed it to her red lips. She stretched out her pink tongue and wrapped it around her fingertips, and her tongue was flexible as if she had an independent life. Slowly her fingers ran down her lips and were sucked into her mouth, her eyes were pretty, and her lust was like wildfire, unyieldingly burning the little reason in her heart.

Bethel put down his knife and fork, his eyes as fierce as a wolf's tiger. He took a deep breath, removed his napkin, and strode over to Pristalo, his hands in her breasts and stretched back, exposing her entire chest to the air. Pristaro smiled sluttly, her chest and head tilted, tugging at Bethel's belt.

The tip of her tongue roamed over the drink, and Bethel bowed her head to Pristalo's chest, her debauched laughter acting as a catalyst that constantly angered Bethel.

She is a cunning woman and a very intelligent woman who knows how to behave at what times. She can't control Bethel with affection and love, so she dominates his reason with hatred and disgust.

Countless images flashed through Bethel's mind, and he turned from infatuation with the body to anger, and he tore through his rich dress with force, and pressed Pristaro under him in the roughest way possible, enjoying her moaning with a shrill scream, and the sense of conquest that grew in her heart as she resisted.

It's a game, lust and wisdom, indulgence and intrigue.

Everyone is just a chip, and swallowing other people's numbers and growing yourself is something that every chip must do.

The night is beautiful, and the wind and moon are boundless.

The clouds and rain will eventually disperse.

Pristalo lay lazily at the table, and the warmth of the dining room made her not feel the slightest chill after autumn. She stretched Chiguo's body, her body was covered with traces left by the explosion of lust, and she squandered her youth and beauty unscrupulously. She stretched out her hand and wandered around her body, as if she was reminiscing about something, and a trace of clarity flashed in her misty eyes, "I heard that the Orlando Imperial Ministry of National Security is listed today?"

The panting Bethel nodded, he bent down, the napkin in his hand had just been wiped with something, and there was still a strong breath left behind, and he threw it aside. He sat back in his seat, and the servant brought the remade steak, which he divided in an aristocratic manner, and inserted a piece of diced beef about a centimeter long and wide into his mouth. There the woman lay there only two feet in front of him, and he suddenly felt very irritable after the passion.

"Yes, it's officially listed today. Bethel raised an eyebrow and looked up at Pristalo, "What?

As soon as Pristaro rolled over and lay down on the table, she crawled up gracefully like a sexy cat, stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of Bethel's mouth, rolling away a touch of gravy, "Can you tell me what you want to do? You, or Wren." ”

"It has nothing to do with you, Tharlo. Bethel pushed Pristalo away, splitting the steak once more. His movements are extremely standardized, if you don't look at his naked lower body, maybe it is not as much as imagined******** Pristalo doesn't care much about Bethel's attitude, she is a very smart woman, she knows how to use her weapons, she laughed, sat cross-legged at the table, picked up the bottle and poured it into the mouth, "I'm not here for anything else, you have to know that I am your wife, you are my husband, I am always worried about you alone." ”

"Wren is a golden nobleman, and this status is his greatest insurance, he can not be afraid of failure, but you are different, my dear husband. You're just an inconspicuous earl, and there are too many people like you to count in the imperial capital. Do you know why Wren is reluctant to take on a higher responsibility? is because he intends to use you as a scapegoat if necessary. After all, you are the head of this brand new department, and you will not go to those little people to be held accountable, and you are the best person to be held accountable. ”

"Whether it's royalty or aristocracy, who can you fight against, my dear?"