The Black Emperor didn't say anything more, and quietly returned to the lonely castle where he should have been the only one who died alone.

That night, Anya, who wandered to a rented house but was homeless and was picked up by Aiden, slept defenselessly in the castle of the Black Emperor, who was called the enemy.

The first night, he returned.

Covered in blood, the smell of killing is strong, and he is still wearing the dress of attending a polo match, and the suit has no wrinkles.

The Black Emperor walked into Anya's room, pulled a chair and sat next to her bed, took off the single lens that he only wore as the Duke of Douro, and then removed the discolored contact lens that hid the blue pupils of the lake, observing Anya with his real eyes.

Sitting on the edge of her bed and watching quietly, this scene - it seems to be similar...... Isn't it the day he got playful and left a note and his habitual pistol at her bedside.

After so many days, she still slept here with a comfortable look and did not leave.

Why not go? Isn't that a great opportunity?

The Black Emperor's gaze shifted to what she had placed on the table, what Aiden called "stealing" from the seized rental.

She walked home and came back with her luggage? Given the time to do this, why not find a way to contact Quentin to save her?

Quentin, the woman's twin brother, is a 26-year-old resident physician at the San Raphael Hospital in Italy, and as far as he knows, Aiden met Quentin at a medical conference. Five

If you get in touch with Quentin, it's not hard to find him.

He forgot that he hadn't told the woman about it.

The Black Emperor got up and rummaged through the things she had brought with her—a few simple clothes, a few books, and sewing tools—and it seemed that she was genuinely engaged in the task that the Queen had casually mentioned.

That whimsical proposal, everyone in the aristocratic circle knew the news that he had been wounded, and that day it was exposed that Anya, who had become the new darling of the media, to create an image of him depraved and decayed; That's why the 8th man had been lurking for so long before he finally dared to act, and of course he was far enough to hear the conversation between the queen and them.

So he deliberately didn't change his costume and showed up at ShepherdsBush Station with Shirley swaggering, waiting for him or them to show up.

"You've behaved well, and it's going to be a bit bumpy to continue with the Queen's mission, but since you choose not to go, I'm not going to put you in any danger."

The next morning, when Anya woke up, there was a dazzling array of high-end fabrics outside the room.

In terms of the average height of women, Anya is tall; But the Black Emperor was more than half a head taller than her, so the vision of being picked up by him reached a new height.

She should be extra vigilant when she is embraced by the enemy, but she doesn't know why, but she is very comfortable. If the Black Emperor had paid attention to her heartbeat at this time, he would probably have laughed at her for being in the arms of the enemy but not knowing that the catastrophe was coming, like a frog in warm water.

Anya's left hand rested on the right shoulder of the Black Emperor, leaning on her elbow sideways, looking up at the clouds that were slowly drifting by the breeze, the scenery here is not like the foggy and rainy city of London, looking up, you can see the starry sky, feel the moonlight bath, and the breath is so fresh air, whether it is the body fragrance of the Black Emperor or the breath of nature, she can't tell.

The fast-paced and crowded city life suddenly made her feel repulsed for a moment.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"Did I say I'm not afraid?" Anya replied casually.

The Black Emperor didn't look at her, and even if she wasn't distracted, he could find the answer from every sound coming from her body. The mere absent-mindedness in front of him is enough to speak.

What's more, her heartbeat was steady and rhythmic, and it was not the sound that those who were afraid of him would make.

Listening to her shouting his real name, which had not appeared for 26 years, it was as if something that had been hidden in his heart had been dug up, and he came into contact with an incomparable environment, which quickly withered and shattered, and even powdered.

"I'm already in the house, can you let me down?" The mesmerizing night sky vanished and was replaced by an intricately painted ceiling, and Anya withdrew her gaze to stare at his handsome face.

"There's no hurry."

Anya flipped over

A white eye, there is no one along the way anyway, so let him go!

Back in his room, the Black Emperor threw her on the bed without being gentle, and then walked into her exclusive bathhouse...... Tsk, there are only him and her in this big castle, and the bathroom in her room is not used by her, who is it?

Strange, this man walked in and came out in the same posture?

"What are you looking for? I don't have the money for you to rob."

"That's the last thing I need." The Black Emperor bent down, picked her up again, and walked towards the bathhouse.

"Y-What are you going to do?"

"I'll give you the answer you want." The Black Emperor noticed her changing heartbeat, and felt relieved when he heard it, and the movements of his hands also became gentle.

Anya didn't struggle too much, she knew it was useless, so she could only wait and see what happened.

He placed her by the bath, where a large, soft-textured bath towel was laid out, perhaps the one he had just placed on the ground; The water vapor and faint smoke in the huge bath made her vision hazy, and she looked at the Black Emperor somehow a little awkward.

He got up and took off his wrapping shawl, pulled up the two cuffs of his plain black shirt, returned to her, touched the ground on one knee, and dipped the soles of her dirty feet in the hot water that was so warm that it was tempting to emit admiration.

Anya didn't make the sound he expected, and the Black Emperor watched silently.

What's the mess you're thinking about again? It's always hard to guess!

For the first time, she saw the skin of the Black Emperor except for his face, the muscle texture was clearly visible, and there were also scars of various forms...... As if enchanted, Anya reached out and stroked his lower arm, gentle fingertips slowly sliding over his scars of various lengths.

"Even if you didn't feel pain, you wouldn't have caused so many injuries on your body, would you?" Inexplicably, she felt heartache for him. He also had a gunshot wound on his shoulder......

The Black Emperor silently flipped over his hand, recalling the history of each scar; Tens of seconds later, he pulled down the sleeve to stop Anya from continuing to inflict strange sensations on him. indifferent says:

"I didn't make it."

Anya held the Black Emperor's hand, probably soaked in hot water so it was no longer cold, she flattened his palm, there was no scar here, it may also be because of the special skin structure of the palm, even if it was injured, it could not be seen.

Her nails were as graceful as shells, scratching the Black Emperor's palm, if Aiden and the others saw this, several of them might be scared half to death and immediately kneel on the ground and beg the Black Emperor to spare her life.

"I don't have pain nerves, it's not that my whole body is insensitive." The Black Emperor had a calm face and glared at the woman who didn't know whether she was alive or dead and still provoked him with her eyes!

Her fingertips traced over his skin like ripples from a ship cutting through the tranquil waters, the waves expanding and subsiding in his mind, leaving almost imperceptible shocks.

"Oh, so you still feel something else!" It's hard to imagine that anything but pain is normal.

"If you want to challenge my feelings in terms of seven emotions and six desires, I can cater to you." The Black Emperor put his hand into the water, held her warm white soles, rubbed her calves with just the right amount of force, slid down the sensitive arches of her feet, carefully washed them along the heels, palms of her feet, and between her fingers, and gently wiped them clean with a white bath towel spread on the ground after lifting them out of the water.

Anya has never been treated like this in her life, and she is still a leading boss who kills people without blinking...... Her eyes widened, and suddenly the nerves in her whole body failed, leaving only the part that had been touched by him, which was extremely sensitive.

"I—I don't want to ......."

The Black Emperor picked her up again, gently put her back on the bed, walked to the dresser, and frowned at the high-end bottles and cans that Michael had prepared for her—where did so many famous people come from?

Creams, lotions and serums, women's skin is really troublesome, and it will break and bleed with a light stroke? Does applying these make armor as hard as a diamond? Can you guarantee that you won't be harmed?

"What do you want?" Anya saw him glaring at those skin care products with a displeased expression, could he have thought of Michael again? Do you want to open your mouth to protect her...... No, she still waited and saw what happened, so as not to harm her.

The Black Emperor didn't speak

He chose a bottle and walked back to her bedside, pulled the chair he was accustomed to, picked up her white and clean feet and placed them on his lap, pressed the milky hoarfrost from the delicately packaged bottle, and smeared it on the sensitive soles of her feet.

Why did she feel that the Black Emperor's hand was warm at this moment?

He stroked the soles of her feet gently, his fingers running between her toes...... Every toe was moistened by the cream, and the strange feeling of numbness hit her heart and her brain, and she instinctively wanted to pull her foot back, but the Black Emperor firmly held her ankle, and the palm of her hand slid up her calf with the force......

Doesn't he, a man, know that he can't touch a woman's feet like this?

He didn't feel it himself, and he couldn't have made it so bad on her...... No, he said that he also has seven emotions and six desires, so is he seducing her now?

No, he was expressionless, not so much to seduce her, but to make useless decorations for the beasts to be sacrificed, to be incensed and offered to the gods—or to the gods of the underworld.

"What the hell are you doing?" Anya was very awkward, and she couldn't pull her feet away, so she could only tilt her slightly red face to the side.

If her three brothers saw that they blushed for a man, they would definitely be laughed at for the rest of their lives!

"Just clean up my belongings."

"I'm not yours!"

"All of Britain now knows that you are Duke Douro's man, and you can't help it."

"Duke Douro is an identity you don't want, and if you declare that I am Duke Douro, then I am a person you don't want." Anya spoke her instincts, but unexpectedly exchanged it for an inexplicable look from the Black Emperor. "So there's no reason for you to do this to me."

"Huh!" He hid that look and laughed very lightly. Picked up her delicate toes, which were like white jade, and took a gentle bite. "What I have moistened, no one can hurt."

Anya was more surprised by the act of biting her toe than screaming in pain...... I opened my mouth but forgot to make a sound.

"Remember to wear your shoes when you go out, don't let me say it a third time!"