Doting on the Masked Wife

A girl in a black and white maid uniform stood in front of the chubby steward's wife, who was in charge of dozens of maids in the castle.

"Listen, Angel, it's a supreme honor to serve in Castle William, and we will choose you, not only because you can pass a lot of inspections and inspections, but also because you have half oriental blood in your body..."

Angel raised his head in surprise, apparently not understanding why—could there be an Oriental among the mysterious and noble owners of the castle?

But the manager's wife glared at her, and the timid Angel trembled, then quickly lowered his head timidly, not daring to ask any more questions.

"Remember, see what you should see, and don't see what you shouldn't! Listen to what you should listen to, and don't listen to what you shouldn't! This is your first point as a maid!"

Angel nodded again and again to express that he remembered.

The manager's wife taught her a big lesson again, and then waved her hand, telling Angel, who was holding a few sets of maid uniforms, to go back to her maid's room.

At night, Angel seemed to hear some strange sounds.Seeing that the maids on the opposite bed were all sound asleep, she bit her lip nervously, got up from the bed, quietly opened the door with bare feet and walked out.

In the depths of the corridor, in the most mysterious, secluded, and most forbidden room in the castle, there were low voices of men gasping again and again.

The room was still so dark, only the wind outside the window was blowing slightly, bringing in a trace of cool breath.

But this cool breath quickly dissipated in the air of the room, and the room was completely enveloped by the intense and lingering breath.

The man's tall body covered the weak and slender body, and the strong back muscles made the black snake tattoo more vivid because of the intense movements, entangled and swallowed the black lotus in the center of the back even tighter.

The man's slender and flexible hands tightly held the young woman's slender and weak waist, and buried himself deeper into her tight body, hitting hard, claiming every inch of her skin, every inch of softness.

Even if she didn't respond at all.

Even if she didn't respond at all.

……

After an unknown amount of time, the man suddenly propped himself up with one hand, and briefly stopped attacking the woman under him.

He sneered and said hoarsely: "You know? Tonger, today I caught another man who tried to assassinate me. Don't you want to know who is behind the scenes?"

He sat up suddenly, hugged the woman's slender figure, grabbed her long black hair with one hand, and stared at her unresponsive snow-white face.

The room is so dark, but after a long time, the eyes get used to it, and they can see people who are close at hand.

What's more... His eyes are different from ordinary people's.

Staring at her face, he gritted his teeth, but gradually narrowed his eyes, and a wicked and cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Pulling her long hair, his movements were so rough, but his hoarse voice was extremely gentle.

It's so soft that it makes one's heart chill.

"Tong'er, your charm is really not small. After such a long time, you can still attract that person to keep sending people to spy on you, wanting to assassinate me and take you back."

Tong'er still closed her eyes motionlessly, her long black eyelashes did not blink, reflecting her delicate snow-white face, she was like a doll so beautiful that it was unreal.

Even though the long hair at the back of her head was pulled by him violently, she still didn't respond at all, even the pain.

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at her fiercely, as if he was going to strangle her, but in the end he just sneered.

Throwing her back on the bed viciously, her tall and strong body fell back on top of her.