The Gothic architectural style castle is located on a large lush lawn. It has clear and smooth lines, the overall color is steady and majestic, and the symmetrical design makes it even more magnificent.
The milky-white castle complements the lush gardens. The round tower is inlaid with exquisite stained glass windows. The romantic spire reaches straight into the sky. Every detail is filled with romance.
"How is it? You must be scared!"
Monica raised her little face with some pride, then lifted up her skirt, "I didn't tell you just now, but I... am actually the most noble princess! You should give me a big gift!"
"Yeah." Shi Qinglan nodded slightly to express understanding.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the glorious castle. There was no wave in her beautiful eyes, no change in emotion at all.
Monica looked at her with wide eyes, "Are you not surprised at all? I am the princess of the royal family!"
"I've known it for a long time." Shi Qinglan rubbed her head.
The originally beautifully styled hairstyle was instantly messed up when she rubbed it, and the messy hair fell in front of Monica's face, making her so angry that she blew away the hair that blocked her sight.
"When did you know?" Monica raised her hand and quickly straightened her appearance, looking at her doubtfully.
Shi Qinglan's beautiful eyes squinted, "When you threatened that man to let you go, you already revealed your identity."
But she said those words out of desperation, and at that time I thought she didn't understand the F language, so she could understand even if she didn't remember.
"Really?" Monica's clear eyes were confused.
She racked her brains to think, but found that she seemed to have forgotten that memory. It was probably because her thinking was really chaotic at that time, and she couldn't remember what she said...
Monica muttered under her breath, "Is it so embarrassing?"
Hearing this, Shi Qinglan couldn't help but chuckle. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the girl and reminded, "Your Highness, the most noble princess, my fiancé's blood is almost drained."
"Huh? Oh!" Monica came back to her senses immediately.
At this moment, the royal family's luxury motorcade has entered the garden and parked smoothly in front of the splendid castle.
The butler immediately got out of the car and bowed to open the door for them.
Monica gave a gentle push, "I almost forgot! Then go in quickly, I'll call the doctor over!"
"No, just help me prepare the medical kit." Shi Qinglan opened her red lips lightly and helped the man beside her get out of the car.
Bo Yucheng looked down at the girl with side eyes, "It's not my leg that I hurt. You are so careful and you still have to help me, huh?"
"Shut up, don't be poor, and be obedient." Shi Qinglan squinted at him, revealing the hidden attributes of the domineering female CEO.
Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's crimson lips curled up slightly, and a low, melodious laugh overflowed from his throat, "Okay, I'll be good."
The noble man lowered his posture very low at this moment. He was so powerful that he followed the girl as softly as a little puppy.
Monica muttered and complained, "How come men nowadays are all virtuous..."
Because her brother was like this in front of Mrs. Wang.
His Majesty, the crown prince, is obviously the most noble person in this country, and he is less than ten thousand people, but he is willing to grovel in front of the princess and even help her put on high heels in front of the whole country.
"Hiss—" Monica gasped feeling numb.
She then led the two of them into the palace. The servants and attendants all saluted respectfully, "Your Highness."
"Yes." Monica raised her little face proudly, enjoying the respect others showed her, straightening her swan neck and walking into the palace.
The servant immediately and respectfully brought the medical kit over.
Bo Yucheng was sitting upright on the sofa. Shi Qinglan was about to take off his clothes when her hand suddenly paused and she glanced sideways at Monica who was watching nearby.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Monica blinked dully.
She couldn't help but urged anxiously, "The medical kit has been given to you! Is there anything else you need? Hurry up and get the medicine!"
Shi Qinglan pursed her red lips lightly, her eyes flickered slightly, and she said a little unnaturally, "Don't you need to avoid it, Your Highness?"
She was not very willing to let other women see Bo Yucheng's figure, and it was rare for her to show her jealousy in public, so she felt a little uncomfortable and her cheeks were slightly red.
Bo Yucheng lightly curled his lips and looked at the girl beside him. His slender white fingers slowly hooked the hair beside her ears, curled it around his fingers as if playing with it, and then suddenly released it.
"Don't make trouble." Shi Qinglan glared at him angrily.
Bo Yucheng immediately retracted his hand and sat down on the sofa obediently. He opened his thin lips and said, "Your Highness, you are laughing. My fiancée is very possessive of me and doesn't like to take off my clothes in public. If you don't avoid it, I'm afraid she won't." So convenient.”
Hearing this, Monica's head was filled with questions.
Her country has never cared about these messy things. Although avoiding them sounds quite natural, in the open West, girls rarely have this kind of possessiveness.
"Your Chinese culture is really weird..." Monica muttered in a low voice, then turned and left.
Although she couldn't understand it, she still chose to respect it.
The housekeeper also dispersed the other servants and attendants, leaving the space here alone for Shi Qinglan and Bo Yucheng.
"There is no one now." Bo Yucheng tilted his head, and his cool thin lips inadvertently brushed against the girl's soft cheek.
He gently pressed his lips to the girl's ear, and his magnetic voice slowly penetrated her ears, "I didn't expect Lanlan to be so possessive of me, huh?"
Hearing this, the tips of Shi Qinglan's ears were instantly dyed red.
She wiped her eyes away and gently put her little hand on the man's chest, trying to push him away but not daring to use any force.
Finally, she raised her eyes and glared at him angrily, "You are only allowed to be possessive of me, but I am not allowed to be possessive of you?"
There was something wrong, and she just didn't want to show it to others.
Bo Yucheng's hoarse and deep laughter slowly overflowed from his throat, and he responded happily, "Okay."
"Sit tight!" Shi Qinglan once again played the role of a domineering female CEO, saying as she prepared to help the man take off his clothes.
Ruyu's slender fingers rested lightly on his chest, slowly unbuttoning the buttons one by one. The fingertips occasionally touched him accidentally, transmitting warmth to his body through the thin clothing.
In addition, the two of them were very close at the moment, and the hot breath from Shi Qinglan's lips and teeth sprayed on his chest inadvertently.
The suit jacket was taken off, revealing the white shirt that was soaked with red blood. The buttons on the chest were also unbuttoned, exposing a large area of white chest...
When Shi Qinglan was about to peel off the man's clothes from his shoulders, Bo Yucheng's eyes flashed slightly as he remembered that there were whip wounds on his back that he didn't want her to know about, and he suddenly grasped the girl's catkins with his big hands.
(End of chapter)