Angel has a resolute look on her face and a decisive look on her face. No one would associate her with the cowardly, cowardly and slow Angel.
This is the real her.
"We tried all our methods and spent half a year to forge our identity. We finally deceived them and got to you smoothly."
She grasped the motionless hand on the bed and spoke every word with certainty.
"I will definitely save you from here, even if it costs me my life!"
There was still no wave on the man's snow-white face, not even the slightest fluctuation in his breathing. Against the long black hair, his skin became more transparent and like a statue.
Except for her heart still beating, she really looked like a living dead.
"Miss..." Angel held her hand tightly, with tears in her eyes, but the training she had received allowed her to force her tears back.
"I will definitely rescue you." She solemnly made her promise while holding the man's hand on the bed.
Not only because of her identity - she has been the guard of this person on the bed since she was a child, and she exists to protect and guard this person.
Also because she is already his only relative in this world.
Ever since one night, that arrogant and powerful family has fallen into ruin like quicksand, and everyone is gone.
In this world, she is the only relative I have.
And because of the person who helped him sneak into this heavily guarded castle.
He was also anxiously waiting for the motionless person in front of him to return.
It's just that they worked hard for so long and carefully forged such a false life experience and identity for her. They finally managed to sneak into the castle, but they only saw the person they were looking for sleeping.
Angel wiped his tears and stood up.
She didn't see: the moment she stood up, when she let go of the man's hand on the bed, the slender fingers moved slightly when they were gently put back on the bed.
It only took 0.5 seconds, it was as fast as if it had never happened.
Silence returned to the ancient and gorgeous room.
***’s slender fingers hooked the thin collar, and the silky and heavy feel made people couldn’t bear to let go, but the owner of the hand stretched his hand through the collar without mercy.
In the darkness, only the sound of broken silk could be heard.
I don’t know how many dark nights there have been like this, and I don’t know how many times it has been, when the clothes on the woman on the bed were torn to pieces without mercy.
When the slender fingers ambiguously and coldly touched the most delicate top of the man's chest on the bed, the tall and strong body also bent down and then covered him.
The honey-colored strong chest pressed tightly against the snow-white delicate skin, and a burning breath burst out in the dark and cold air.
The man held the woman's petite chin with one hand and kissed her delicate red lips deeply.
He effortlessly pried open her lips, opened her teeth without encountering any resistance, and inserted the tip of his tongue into her mouth, greedily demanding every ounce of her sweetness.
Their lips and teeth were attached to each other, and his soft lips were sucked almost cruelly. If she had been awake, she would have screamed in pain, and maybe her eyes would be full of tears like before.
But it's a pity that she is motionless now, just a vegetative state that cannot resist and has no reaction.
He took her lips into his mouth, sucking them violently repeatedly, and his tongue wandered wildly and freely in her mouth, greedily seeking the sweetness in her mouth.
"Tong'er..." The man finally let go of her lips, but did not leave his tall and strong body. Instead, he leaned against her and called out softly.
A deep and unpredictable wave of light flashed through his eyes, and his expression was complicated and difficult to understand.
At this moment, did he regret making her become like this?
In all the past, has he really never wavered?
Did he really think this ending was the best as he said?
Or is it just his self-deception?
No one can guess his thoughts, and no one dares to guess his thoughts.
Then, the corners of his thin lips slightly raised, revealing an evil and self-deprecating smile.
The white and neat teeth were slightly exposed when he moved his thin lips, but they were quickly invisible.
Because he quickly lowered his head and kissed the dumb man on the bed again.
He tore off the last few strands of broken silk covering her body and threw them on the carpet. He tightened his grip on her waist, and with a force of his thin and powerful waist, he wildly entered her body...