The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

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When Lin Nuanxi opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was a solid chest.

To be exact, it was the chest where the black tattoo pattern could be clearly seen, and it felt warm to the touch.

The familiar powerful aura surrounded her body, and she realized something, and suddenly wanted to escape from this embrace.

[do not move. ] The low and lazy hoarse voice commanded, stopping her movements.

There was still a slight soreness in the back of the neck, but it felt warm and comfortable.

Beitang Yaori stuck a wet towel to the back of her neck to relieve the pain left by the knife.

How long did he hold her and apply a wet towel to her?

There was no discomfort in her body, and Beitang Yaori did not "send" her to that sergeant major.

[My brothers, are you still in the military? ] Shouting too much at the military headquarters, Lin Nuanxi's voice was obviously hoarse.

[Um. ] The answer is lightly.

[When can they be released? ]

put?Anytime, whenever Ulysses Cage orders it.

Putting the towel aside, Beitang Yaori gently massaged the red marks on the back of her neck with his fingertips. The force was even and there was a self-evident sense of comfort. At least, Lin Nuanxi didn't feel so sore anymore.

[Young Master Di, my brother is innocent, let him go quickly, he must be suffering now. ]

[He kept saying the name of another man in my arms, huh? ] Is he being a little gentle with her?

Beitang Yaori touched her chin, and the calmness in the eagle's black eyes seemed to be brewing an unknown storm: [Instead of thinking about your brother, why not spend more time thinking about how to please me. ]

Lin Nuanxi did not forget this reminder - she sold her body in exchange for her brother's freedom.

For Beitang Yaori's humiliating words, she had already adapted to the point that she could no longer adapt.

[Won't I make Master Di feel sick? ]

Lin Nuanxi raised her head and looked at him, neither humble nor overbearing: [Master Di, not everyone is as lucky as you, you are the proud son of heaven from birth. ]

What's more, in the later stage, he is damn good, too good!

[There is a difference in respect and inferiority, and it is understandable that Emperor Shao disgusts me.So, let me continue to be a maid, handyman, whatever in Black Swan Castle. ]

[I don't lack you. ]

[Young Master Di, you are perfect in everything and lack nothing.But...] Lin Nuanxi smiled wryly: [Have you ever had love? ]

To Beitang Yaori, the word love is just a simple Chinese character that he knows consists of ten strokes.

[Say it as if you've ever had love. ] The casual and playful retort made Lin Nuanxi startled.

National Day and Yuan Mian played in Chaoyang Park, the colorful balloons for the festival, the sweet cone in her hand, and the cute Ala Lei hat Yuan Mian gave her. This simple and sweet atmosphere, is it love?

[What can that kind of thing bring me, power or money? ]

[No, but at least it can prevent Young Master Di from showing that expression when he has a fever. ]

Lin Nuanxi did not forget that when Di Shao had a fever, the fleeting fragility and helplessness on his face, the confusion, pain and deep anxiety appeared on his face.

He, a man who stood at the top like a king, his arrogant posture in his bones would never allow him to show his weakness.However, that night, the scene where he was in pain and restless, hugged her tightly like a bewildered child, seeking comfort, always left a deep impression on Lin Nuanxi.