Richard's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough to be heard far in the silent hallway. A few doors were heard from behind the girl's undisguised sigh of disappointment, but there was a muffled thud from the staircase, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground. Coco's face was as white as paper, and her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't make any sound. She stayed where she was for a long time, but Richard and the butler didn't seem to notice anything unusual about her, and no one urged her. Finally Coco hung her head and retreated into the room, waiting for Richard to come in.

The door closed behind Richard, and the butler who closed it for them reminded Richard again to 'rest a little and not overwork' tonight before leaving.

Coco's room is very, totaling just over ten square meters. A bed, a cupboard, and a table and chairs are a little cramped. But the small room was spotlessly clean, with a diary on the desk and an inkwell with a quill next to it. On the windowsill is a pot of bluegrass, emitting a lingering fragrance on the nose.

There are no frills here, it's clean and welcoming, like the room of any human ordinary country gentleman's daughter on the mainland. On a floating island full of lava volcanoes, this room is like a fresh and elegant white flower at the foot of the volcano, swaying in the wind and fire, and it may be destroyed at any time. The style of the room was exactly the same as Coco.

Coco stood by the door, her hands twisting her nightdress. Although she couldn't see her expression with her head lowered, these movements already revealed her extreme nervousness.

Richard took a look around the room, walked over to Coco, reached out and straightened her long light brown hair, then stroked her face and lifted her head down so that she could look into his eyes. As soon as the skin touched Richard's fingers, Coco immediately shuddered violently. She wanted to bow her head, but Richard's hand was steady and strong, making her understand that this was a request that could not be refused.

Coco looked up, her eyes filled with despair and fear, tears already well, but they didn't overflow. She shuddered suddenly, then wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly as if she was cold. She did feel the cold, for Richard's hands were very cold, and his gaze was even colder.

"In this building, besides you, the high-ranking professional servants and officers of the Guard......" Richard said here, pausing deliberately before continuing: "...... There are also young reserve foot knights. ”

Coco shuddered again.

Richard did not continue on the subject, and let go of her hand, letting her head hang down again, and then slowly but forcefully pulled her hand around her chest away, and the shawl fell to the ground, revealing the sharply undulating ** under the nightgown. Cocoa's skin is delicate and snow-white, and a faint line of ** can be seen through the neckline of the nightdress. **of** is not as proud as Daimei, but it is just right for her.

Richard's right hand touched Coco's neck, causing her to tremble again. However, Richard ignored her faint resistance, and slowly slid down the snow-white skin, until it reached **. His fingertips touched the neckline of the nightdress, did not stop, and continued to go down, so Coco's nightdress was also gradually pulled downward, gradually revealing two snow-white ** breasts. Just as a line of red also loomed from the edge of the neckline of the nightdress, Richard's hand finally stopped, but did not take it back, it stayed in this position.

Coco's heart was already beating extremely fast, but she was desperately trying to control her breathing, and as long as she moved a little bigger, her breasts would completely jump out of her nightdress.

At this time, Richard's devilish voice sounded in her ears again: "The women of Akmund need to be pure until they are appointed partners. Did you do it?"

Coco's whole body stiffened like a statue, and it was only when she finally saw her nod slightly.

Richard smiled, his fingertips lightly brushed over her bare, and said slowly, "But I don't really believe you, so prove it to me now, how about it?"

After a few minutes, Coco suddenly relaxed her tense body, her hands hanging down to her sides, and she gave up a bit of resistance and protection. It was useless to resist, and from the day she arrived on the floating island, it was her destined fate. It's not Richard, it's somebody else. This is an obligation, because she enjoys the right, and if she really does not want to fulfill this obligation, then she can choose to leave the floating island immediately.

Coco knew she wasn't leaving. In fact, every normal noble child has clearly known his responsibilities and rights since he was sensible, and he has also accepted his own destiny.

Seeing that Coco had given up resistance, Richard snorted, took a step back, and threw a detection spell at Coco. As expected, there were only a few places on Coco's body that reflected faint magic fluctuations, and such weak fluctuations meant that the carrying capacity was about the same as that of ordinary people, and it was impossible for any magic pattern to be attached to her.

Richard withdrew his hand, took off his coat, threw his boots to the door, and lay down on Coco's bed.

"Come here!" Richard patted his place. Coco bit her lip and resigned herself to her fate, lying down next to Richard.

The bed was narrow, Richard's body was fully grown, and with Coco, it was very crowded. As soon as Coco got into bed, he was held in Richard's arms, and his bodies were so tightly together that he could even sense the other party's heartbeat. Coco's heart was beating like crazy, while Richard's heart was slow, firm, and powerful.

But to the girl's surprise, Richard didn't make any other moves after that, but slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, a slight snoring sounded sound. He actually fell asleep!

Coco could hardly believe that this qiē was real, but it was happening right in front of her eyes. She didn't dare to move at all, for fear of waking Richard. After persisting like this for a while, Coco couldn't support it anymore, and the one that happened tonight was only a few dozen minutes before and after, but for her, it seemed like a century long. Her body lay limply against Richard, and a wave of fatigue set over her, causing her eyes to close gradually. When she was in a daze, Coco felt a strange sense of security when she leaned on Richard like this.

The magic lamp in the room ran out of energy and gradually dimmed. The seeds placed in the corner of the room emitted a faint blue glow like a rainy mist, adding a layer of coldness to the room.

I don't know how long I slept, and when Coco woke up, it was still dark outside. When Richard got out of bed and began to dress, there were a few gentle, rhythmic knocks at the door, and then it fell silent. This kind of knocking sound, which is completely in line with etiquette from volume to rhythm, can only be done by the old butler.

Coco sat up from the bed, still unable to believe that Richard would let him go. But in addition to surprise, she was a little more worried in her heart.

Richard got dressed, picked up the seeds, glanced at Coco before opening the door, and said, "I'm not going to change mates." ”

Coco let out a soft cry of "ah", and the heart that had just floated a glimmer of hope sank to the bottom again.

Richard was already aware of Coco's attitude and wishes, and was sure why she would do so. The problem was that Coco was the best person to keep the necessary distance from Akmund, at least until he returned from the Alien Plane alive. Richard did not have an overflow of love and sympathy, so he was not at all prepared to change himself in order to fulfill Coco's wishes, especially in important matters.

Like a white flower at the foot of a volcano, cocoa is fragile and beautiful, but it is also easy to overlook. When people think about it occasionally, it's just because of the mood.