Yin Yan put down the bottle in his hand and sat on the sofa on the side. He reached out and put it on his eyebrows, but his lips raised slightly up. I don’t know how long he did not laugh.
It ’s not like that. It’ s easy.
He really does not have only one person.
He leaned on the sofa and began to keep his eyes closed. Now he needs to think about it and take a good rest. Soon after, he will be more busy. He opens his eyes again, and his eyes are
A piece of silver light, extra cold silver light.
People with silver eyes are the heirs of this country, and those who really have this country are a passing book left by the previous king.
Then, then
There were two men's breathing sounds in the room, and then a snoring sound came out of the room. Fred turned over and didn't know what to read in his mouth? He fell asleep again.
The bed here is not soft enough, and there is no dear, but he can sleep. He dreams of a large grassland, green grass green, white cloud group, and a beautiful little girl laughing at him.
His little is really a cute child.
Then suddenly there was a fierce woman around him. The woman grabbed his shoulders and gave him a wonderful shoulder drop.
He suddenly opened his eyes and immediately opened his eyes, but it was startled.
"Boy, how could I be under the bed?" He got up from the ground. The hard floor was really falling to him.
His waist, the most important thing for men is his waist. If there is no waist, how can he give him the happiness of his dear?
Yin Yan raised his black eyes, and his voice was still quiet.
"You fell out of bed yourself."
"Then you don't know to stop me," Fred screamed angrily. Is this kid, have you sympathetic, it hurts enough.
"I thought you liked the floor," Yin Yan was faint, and there was no expression on his face.
Fred pointed at his nose. He liked the floor. It was the floor like him.
"Boy, where did I say that I like the floor," he got his face, which was an insult to him. If he didn't say a little reason to make him satisfied, he endlessly.
"What you said," Yin Sa lowered his head, his fingers stroked the cup in his hand gently.
"Boy," Fred's warning came. "Don't take me as a fool, the ghost said like the floor," he didn't know what he said? Don't think he can bully him like this.
"You are calling the floor, dear." Yin Yan raised the cup in his hand and took a sip, "I think you just like it."
At this time, fred no longer spoke, he lay back on the bed again, and then he remembered a dream he had made. God, he was really shameful this time.
The temperature came from the fingers that made Yin San a little bit, and for a long time, he returned to God. The water in the cup seemed to be colder. He stood up, poured it off, and poured himself a cup.
I didn't drink it, I just held my hands and felt the temperature that flowed away slowly.
In the palace, Anqilo came down from a woman, and the woman just grasped her clothes and left quickly. She didn't stay here for one more minute. She knew that the two princes did not like women to stay on his bed, so
Every time he was vented, the woman had to leave.
Angelo walked into the bathroom and washed off the sweat all over his body. He stood under the hot water with the corners of his lips raised. He no longer liked black hair, but now he hated it. He hated that black-haired man.
And the little girl with black hair.
He hated everything about them.
After walking out, he picked up a piece of clothing and put it on. This kind of life was really comfortable, without Andrew's discipline, without that annoying man, and with a doll that he could ridicule and torture.
Life is really too comfortable.
Andrew, you'd better come back later. As for the missing maid beside him, his mother has already replaced him with someone. He doesn't need to worry about it. Even if he knows everything, so what.
Yes, he can have thousands of reasons, but there is nothing he can do about it.
She was locked up in a very safe place, and even if that face was Andrew's, he might not be able to recognize it.
With an ugly face, what else could be worth remembering? He lay on his bed, thinking proudly that he seemed to have to see his little slave again tomorrow. He closed his eyes and really felt his whole body
All are extremely comfortable.
Fianna sat at the door of the small door. She stared outside from time to time to see if something had happened to Lotte. Why hadn't she come for a long time? She hadn't seen her for several days. No matter what the weather was like before,
, she will come, but now, why, she has no shadow.
She narrowed her blue eyes slightly, and waited a moment. Maybe it was because the king was gone and there were many people over there, so it was inconvenient for her to come out.
She bent her body and sat by the wall. There was a pile of food on the ground beside her, but there was no bread. She sighed softly.
There was so much luxury in this palace, and naturally, behind the luxury, there were also unknown sins.
In a small dark room, Lotte picked up the bowl on the floor. She didn't know what was in it. It was very tasteless, but she could only eat it. If she didn't eat it, she would starve to death.
The wound on her face has been slowly healing. Fortunately, maybe it is really because she has been taking Yinsa medicine since she was a child. Therefore, with such a big wound and bleeding so much, she just...
Apart from a fever, I didn't have any symptoms.
The door was opened, and the light from outside came in. She put her hands on her eyes. It was such a bright light. In fact, she really wanted to have it.
The door was closed again, and all the light was blocked outside. She felt a sense of loss again. As long as she walked out of that door, she would be free and she could leave.
However, she knew that Angelo would not let him go so easily.
"How is it, little slave? Is the food delicious? This is the leftover food we eat, usually used to feed the dogs," Angelo's cool voice sounded, looking at the bowl placed on the ground next to him, and asked
I can really eat it.
She is indeed a despicable woman.
Lotte clenched her fingers and just sat on the ground with her head lowered. A gray dress was put on her body. There was a deep scar on her face, which completely destroyed her face.
, there is no beauty at all, even ugly and disgusting, just as Angelo said.
"Little slave, we continue to play," he turned around and walked out. It was really a good temper. However, the more interesting, the stronger her vitality, and he had more interest, but only remembered that face.