Fianna smiled and continued to rub Lotte's head, just like her child, "Lotte, there are many kinds of likes. You can't be separated, and you can't be separated willingly. Lotte likes him very much.
, he also likes Lotte very much, maybe he will understand when Lotte grows up."
"Actually, you may already know what that feeling is," what is it if it's not love? But Fianna didn't say the next sentence. She was often heard mentioning her home, her parents, and her uncle, but
, but it was her brother who had the most. She didn’t know what kind of man could make Lotte talk about it all the time, and every time she mentioned her, Lotte would be very happy and forget all the pain.
Maybe that man is the courage she has been holding on to, just like her Andy. If she didn't have that missing, maybe she would have died long ago, so would she. If she didn't have her brother, she could be so brave
Stick with it?
Lotte blinked her eyes in confusion. Of course she likes her brother, and he also likes her very much. She is a child, but she has a very powerful uncle. Don’t think that she is a child. In fact, she is better than others.
Everyone matures prematurely. She will never leave her brother. Never.
She clearly remembered that her brother kissed her on the lips, with such tenderness and cherishment. He didn't say anything, but she understood, she understood.
"Auntie, I'm leaving first," Lotte stood up, and Fianna just nodded to her. She knew that she couldn't stay here for a long time, and there would be a lot of trouble if someone found out, although
, she really wants to be accompanied and talked to by others, but, obviously, such a wish is difficult to realize.
Lotte put the medicine bottle in her pocket. In the future, the injury would heal quickly. She lowered her head and looked at her well-bandaged fingers.
It didn't hurt anymore, it really didn't hurt anymore. It wasn't until she saw her leaving that Fianna sighed. She stood up, but one leg was lame. She sat inside and held herself up very well.
Hiding herself, she gently lifted up her pants, and blood seemed to seep out.
The bottle of medicine was not easy to get. She had hurt herself. The people here might be cold-blooded. They only gave her something to eat every day to make sure she would not die. They were torturing her, but...
I never thought of letting her die so easily, so she could get the bottle of medicine, right? Isa, she hated her so much, so naturally she couldn't let her die here easily.
Lotte, that's all I can do to help you. Remember, be careful and don't let others see you.
Lotte walked back to the place where she lived. Halfway there, she saw a group of people walking towards her. She quickly hid aside and stretched out her head. Only then did she realize that it turned out that
It was the second prince. He looked very anxious and walked very fast. She quickly shrank her body.
Angelo stopped and looked around, while Lotte shrank her body even more. She should be grateful that she was born smaller, so it was easy to hide. Plus, she was so petite.
Some clothes, some earthy ones, can blend in with everything here.
Therefore, even if Angelo didn't look carefully, he would definitely not be able to find her. In addition, he was really in a hurry now, so he didn't do much to look for her, even though he did have a very strange feeling.
However, I didn’t stay longer.
Striding away, the place was as quiet as before. There was no second prince, only a little slave. Only then did Lotte emerge from a pile of trees. She patted her chest. She always had feelings for this second prince.
Feeling indescribable fear, she turned around and walked quickly towards the warehouse where she lived. She listened to Fianna's words and kept herself well hidden so that others could not see her. She must not.
Being a little slave is much safer than being a woman here.
Angelo left in a hurry. He asked the people who were following him to stay, and walked into Yin Sa's room alone. He had already inquired about it today, and he was currently with his sister, so he wouldn't
He came back so quickly and walked in. There was still that strange smell inside, but it wasn't bad at all. There was even an indescribable feeling. It was very comfortable and comfortable. He
I don’t know when their rooms here started to smell like this.
It seems like I need to ask the person who tidied this room how they did it.
He doesn't think it's rude to enter other people's rooms, because everything here originally belongs to him, everything, including this room, of course.
He walked straight to the well-made bed, took out the box from under the cabinet, and opened it. However, what was inside made him dumbfounded. Why is it not there? Why is it not there? That doll
As for it, isn't it always inside? Why is there nothing?
He closed the box hard, and a flash of cruelty flashed in his blue-grey eyes. This damn Yin Sa actually hid the doll. If he had known better, he would have taken the doll away without leaving anything behind.
Give it to him. He sat on the edge of the bed and hit the bed hard. However, it made his hand hurt terribly.
He stood up and closed the door with a bang, but he felt terribly disappointed. He never thought that Angelo would one day fall in love with a doll, and it was still a little baby. But
, that hair color, that face, and those two small dimples. They have tortured him crazy.
He walked back to the palace where he lived. Under normal circumstances, he found that he rarely lived here and had to accept a lot of rules here, and what he hated the most were rules.
Walking into his room, he closed the door, with a dark look between his brows, and next to him stood a woman with black hair, but she just looked unnatural.
"Take off your clothes," he said coldly, and took off his coat, and then all his clothes. He sat on the edge of the bed, not minding that he was naked. The woman was a little shy at first, but under his
With the warning sound, she began to take off her clothes until she was standing naked next to the bed.
Angelo took a look at the woman in front of him. She had a good figure, but unfortunately, he always felt a little fake.