I've become the male protagonist's plug-in

Chapter 643 In that NP legal orc world 7
A touch of amazement bloomed in Alna's eyes.

She always knew Carlos was attractive.

But some people, no images or photos, can show the fatal attraction that radiates from the inside out.

She has never underestimated this imperial male god, but the moment she saw him, Arna understood that she still underestimated him.

Both her body and her heart were throbbing.

Impulsive for him.

Obsessed with him.

I want to bloom for him, sink for him, and also want him to sink because of myself.

Ignoring the message sent by her lover, Arna focused on Carlos with a more charming smile on her face.

She wants this man!

"Your Highness." She stood up with a provocative posture, turned around and walked to him, and said softly, "I have long admired your name."

To her surprise, the man in front of her didn't show any unnecessary expressions because of her.

Carlos's cold brows and eyes remained the same as before.

He leaned forward slightly, and helped her up the seat in an absolutely gentlemanly manner: "Please sit down, Miss Baker."

Baker is Alna's surname.

Arna was stunned for a moment, and her body had already involuntarily responded to the man's command-like instructions—she sat down obediently.

Seeing this, Carlos nodded slightly, and sat down on the opposite seat.

Everything is meticulous, polite, with a touch of inhumanity.

In this short moment, Arna was sure that the orc in front of her had no desire for her.

This is a very strange thing.

In Arna's understanding, orcs are a kind of unscrupulous race that can be rushed to you as long as you seduce them a little.

Even, if you are beautiful, they will pounce on you without hooking your hands.

The crown prince obviously overturned her cognition.

Alna liked the challenge, though.

Whether it's Carlos' identity and appearance, or Alna's own hobbies, she must win this man!

There was nothing embarrassing about having this lunch.

This stems from Alna's quips and Carlos' demeanor.

Even if he was not interested in the words of the female beast in front of him, the royal family's upbringing and his own demeanor would not allow him to embarrass a female beast, so he would occasionally pick up a topic to keep the atmosphere from being too silent.

But that's about it.

Faced with Alna's teasing from time to time, the cold-faced Crown Prince did not respond at all.

About half an hour passed.

Carlos put down the tableware in his hand.

"Miss Baker, I'm here today for our engagement."

He looked solemn, his waist was straight, and his aura was not at all like sitting in a couple restaurant having lunch with his fiancée, but more like sitting in a fortified war room and communicating with his subordinates.

Under this power, Arna's frail and boneless waist couldn't help but straighten up.

She was overwhelmed and excited by the change in herself.

This was the first time she met a man who she instinctively wanted to submit to.

Alna licked her lips, her eyes locked on Carlos tightly, her mind was full of what this serious and abstinent man might look like in bed.

His long blond hair, neatly combed, must be undone, his face flushed with lust, his buttons unbuttoned, revealing his sexy pectoral muscles,...

Oh Beast God!
Alna clenched her legs unconsciously, and she couldn't restrain her physical impulse just by imagining it.

(End of this chapter)