Queen and Her Duke

His fingers were cold, and when he groped up to his wrist, it was also cold.

The cold air pouring into the lungs stopped, and Wen Lin's chest rose and fell back to normal after a few moments of silence.

Without saying a word, she grabbed Vicia's hand and led her into her own two-storey villa.

This is a small villa built in the middle of the hill according to Wen Lin's requirements. The decoration style is very low-key and simple. The whole building is separated from other buildings by a half-person-high stone wall.

The decoration style in the house is also completely different from what you are used to, a bit like Wen Lin's bedroom on the Liberty.

Because Wen Lin generally does not need to serve, there are no servants in the house now.

The maids who came with Vicia were all left in the hut outside the courtyard, and there were only two people left in the huge house at this time.

Gently building the fireplace, Wen Lin turned around and looked at Visia again when the room became warm.

His lips moved, but he didn't know what to say for a while, so he asked a little bluntly, "What is Your Majesty doing in Yinhe Village?"

Wrapped around her body was the blanket that Wen Lin threw over just now, Visia let her body sink into the soft back of the chair.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I'm here to ask you to explain," Visia's expression was very calm, but her eyes that reflected the fire seemed to be cast with a cloud of brilliant gold. She stared at Wen Lin without blinking, as if The lover whispered in his ear.

After staring at each other for a long time, the whole person's mind will be trapped inextricably, and they can only become captives willingly.

Wen Lin moved her face slightly, her thoughts calmed down immediately, and she said lightly, "I'm going to boil the water."

Weisia's whole body was so cold that she had to take a hot bath.

Seeing the back of Wen Lin walking out in a hurry, Visia's eyes were instantly warmed with softness, and she fiddled with the pattern of the blanket while she was lost in thought.

It seems that when the two get along, it is always Wen Lin who has to give in first, without exception.

Can you do the same thing yourself?

Visia forced herself to face up to the cold and almost cruel answer in her heart, a tiny gleam of water slipped from the end of her eyes, and quickly disappeared into her temples.

Heavy guilt and secret bitterness were intertwined. Visia, who suddenly realized this problem, suddenly felt that there seemed to be an empty space under her ribs, and there was a cold wind blowing in, which made her shiver uncontrollably.

Visia raised her hand to cover her eyes, suppressed all sharpness and sharpness, and half-curled up on the bed in a casual posture, like an ordinary noble lady.

As soon as Wen Lin walked over, what she saw was a warm scene against the backdrop of the fire.

This scene made Wen Lin stop involuntarily and hold her breath. She was stunned for a while, and was shocked to realize that she had just had the illusion that this was home in this newly built house.

The fire light stretches gently in the night, as if it has no end.

Complicated emotions were soaked in the silent gaze, and when Wen Lin took another step, all the emotions disappeared suddenly, and she returned to her indifferent appearance.

Vicia followed the voice and looked up at her, with a smile on her face again, and softened her tone, "Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

"En," Wen Lin agreed, but stared down at the fireplace, not intending to continue speaking.

Pursing her lips, Visia stood up and walked in front of Wen Lin, wrapping her arms around her waist, and supporting Wen Lin's chin with her fingers, forcing her to look into her eyes.

There was a moment of stiffness in the body, and there was a slight force, mixed with a sweet fragrance.

"Wen Lin, I can't give you an exact answer to your hypothetical question, but I can tell you clearly that I belong to you and you alone."

The Queen's posture had never been so low, and Wen Lin was ecstatic for a moment, but when she thought that Golan's interests were involved, Visia would never back down half a step.

Even if she asked the reason before stopping herself from teaching those disgusting things, Wen Lin wouldn't be so depressed.

It seems that Visia's status as the monarch has completely framed them. She will always give in for Golan's interests. She even has no position and no qualifications to accuse Visia.

Visia is only assuming the responsibilities of a monarch, and her thinking is more like willfulness regardless of the overall situation.

Wen Lin suddenly became extremely pessimistic. She began to re-examine her relationship with Vicia. She found sadly that the relationship between the monarch and his subjects seemed to be the most suitable for them.

The deep and steady breath swept across the ears, and her heart beat fiercely. Wen Lin's dark eyes instantly became even darker. There was deep meaning in her eyes, which seemed to be mocking, and the trembling eyebrows dragged a bit of sadness with resolute,

"Your Majesty, I am tired of such tricks. I will not leave until the Sutherland family's grievances are cleared, and I will try my best to do everything you asked me to do. From now on, we will still be monarchs and ministers."

Wen Lin's decisive gesture caught off guard made Visia feel dazed for a while, she was stunned, her eyes fixed on Wen Lin's face, as if she couldn't believe what she heard just now.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, are you joking?"

Squeezing out a little smile, Weisia tried to make her voice sound softer, but she could still hear the obvious uncontrollable trembling and hoarseness.

Hesitating slightly, Wen Lin stretched out her hand and struggled away from Visia's embrace, "Your Majesty, I'm not joking. The hot water has already been boiled. Your Majesty can leave after taking a bath."

Wen Lin's eyes quietly enveloped Visia, and she did not show any emotion, which made Visia feel endless panic and panic.

The nails were deeply embedded in the flesh. Visia tried to use the pain to force herself to maintain her posture. Her chest was throbbing. With a muffled grunt, Visia said, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, some relationships don't just end when you say it's over." of,"

Clenching her fists tightly, she tried her best to restrain her eyes and looked away. An unspeakable sense of grief and suffocation swept across Wen Lin's body. She collected herself and said with difficulty,

"Your Majesty, you will always be

The monarch who belongs to the Golan can never belong to me. End all this as soon as possible so that we will not all fall into an irreparable abyss. "

After saying this, Wen Lin seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her eyes were always downcast, and she didn't dare to look at Weisia for a moment.

"Your Excellency, this excuse is ridiculous..."

Vicia tried to maintain her posture, but staggered a few steps uncontrollably.

She stared fixedly at Wen Lin with her head down, and suddenly laughed out loud, with surprise and fragility that had never been revealed in her laughter.

"Your Excellency, look up at me, look at me and say it again."

Thin red flashed at the end of her eyes, Visia gripped the blanket tightly, her bitter expression mixed with a bit of ruthlessness.

Wen Lin opened her lips in vain, her eyes flickered slightly, but she never dared to look up, the veins under her white skin were bulging.

Not wanting to continue entanglement, Wen Lin was about to leave, but Weisia reached out to pull her, but her movements were a step slower.

Visia was very anxious. If Wen Lin avoided her, she might not know when the next time the two of them would meet.

In desperation, Visia drew out the short sword hanging on one side of the wall, and the sound of the blade being unsheathed successfully made Wen Lin stop.

Under Wen Lin's astonished gaze, Visia put her hand under the sharp knife, her expression looked haggard, but unexpectedly calm.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I hope you sit down, we can have a good talk, and talk about the relationship between us that surpasses monarchs and ministers,"

Seemingly having no choice, Wen Lin walked to a stool beside her and sat down under Vicia's gaze.

The development of the matter has been out of Wen Lin's control. She looked at the blood line in Vicia's palm, frowned deeply, subconsciously slowed down her tone, and said helplessly,

"Your Majesty, put down the dagger in your hand, I won't go."

Visia looked at her, dropped the dagger in her hand, and made a crisp scratching sound when it collided with the ground.

After a long while of silence, both of them regained their composure. Visia sat down opposite Wen Lin, her eyes firmly attached to Wen Lin's face,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, the throne is beneath me, and I am far from strong enough. I weigh it almost every moment, just to make the chair under me more stable. Your presence is like a gift from God." , you have done more than save me from an embarrassing financial situation, your completely different thinking, your soul, your talent, and even your beauty, all make me feel very suitable, "

"Your Excellency, I am really lonely. I have been trying alone for more than ten years, trying to break their prejudice against women. Before that, I must keep my sanity and sobriety. I can only ensure that the position under me will not be seen by others." Only by taking it away can I save my own life and everything I cherish."

Enduring for a moment, Visia closed her eyes, tears rolled down her eyes, she waited for a while before continuing,

"I know that I shouldn't have any entanglements with you beyond the monarch and minister, but Your Excellency, love is not sex in loneliness. Desire is not a choice under balance, it cannot be restrained, so I took the first step, I often think about the balance between you and Golan, and I am always worried that one day we will be in a desperate situation, but your Excellency, none of this has happened yet, we still have time, and we still have time to let ourselves Let the Golan become stronger, so strong that no one can criticize our identities, and no one can force us to make concessions."

"So don't say anything about parting again, don't bring it up."

It sounded like an order, more like a pleading tone.

This time, Visia bowed her head and gave in, without the slightest attitude of a king, only as a lover.

Wen Lin's throat was tight, she clasped the edge of the table tightly, her fingertips were bluish white, it hurt a lot, but it couldn't be more painful than a moment.

She made Visia cry again, and Wen Lin, who had returned to her senses, began to blame herself. She was not ignorant of Visia's situation and difficulties, and why she forced Visia to her current situation.

Visia's showing weakness did not make Wen Lin feel relaxed. She took a while and said with difficulty, "Visia, don't separate, never separate again,"

The damp heat in her eyes fell without warning, Wen Lin couldn't hold back anymore, and tightly held Vicia's hand.

The stubborn gaze, wrapped in the residual warmth of the flames, gently pressed against her.

They are burdened with heavy shackles and embrace each other tightly at this moment.

Kiss, a little eager.

Wen Lin raised her hand and brushed away the messy strands of hair that were hanging down. A few bundles of broken hair were entangled on her fingertips. Accompanied by a crazy aura of encroachment, like a surging tide, she tried to break the chains tightly wrapped around the two of them.

Rampage, love.Full of desire, hazy and blurred.

The warm liquid blooms vertically and horizontally at the fingertips, like the wind at night, drawing pictures that make people crazy on the calm lake.

Suddenly, Wen Lin kissed Vicia on the lips, "Your Majesty, who am I?"

"My, my only love."

Her whole body was softened by the kiss, Visia opened her watery eyes, looking like she was about to cry.

The author has something to say: Oh, I will go back to my hometown tomorrow, and try to have a second update. If there is nothing, I will say it~