Queen and Her Duke

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

The icy air pouring into her heart stopped, and she was speechless for a few moments before Wen Lin's chest returned to normal ups and downs.

She grabbed Vicia's hand without saying a word and took her into her two-storey cottage.

This is a small villa built halfway up the hill exactly 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 quite different from what is used to it, 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 followed Visiah were all left in the hut outside the courtyard. In the huge house, there were only two people left at this time.

The fireplace was built neatly, and when the room became warm, Wen Lin turned to look at Vicia again.

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

With the blanket that Wen Lin threw over her body, Vicia let her body sink into the soft back of the chair.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, come to explain to you," Vicia's expression was very light, but her eyes that reflected the firelight seemed to be cast with a splendid 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 in it, and he can only willingly become a prisoner.

Wen Lin gently moved her face away, her thoughts suddenly calmed down, and she said lightly, "I'm going to boil water."

Vicia was cold all over and had to take a hot bath.

Seeing Wen Lin's back hurriedly walking out, Vichy's eyes instantly became warm with softness. She fiddled with the pattern of the blanket while thinking in a trance.

It seems that when the two of them get along, every time Wen Lin has to give in first, there is no exception.

Can you do the same thing yourself?

Vicia forced herself to face the cold and almost cruel answer in her heart, a little water light slipped from the end of her eyes, and disappeared quickly into the temples.

The heavy guilt was intertwined with the secret bitterness. Vicia, who suddenly realized this problem, suddenly felt that there seemed to be an empty space under her ribs. It was empty, and the cold wind was pouring in, which made her shiver.

Vicia raised her hand to cover her eyes, wiping away all her sharpness and sharpness, and casually half-curled on the floor, like an ordinary aristocratic lady.

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

This scene made Wen Lin stop and hold her breath. She was stunned for a while, and was surprised that she had just given birth to the illusion that this was home in this recently built house.

The light of the fire stretched softly in the night, as if there was no end.

Complex emotions were immersed in the silent gaze. When Wen Lin took another step, all her emotions suddenly disappeared and she returned to her cold appearance.

Vicia looked up at her following the voice, her face regained a smile, and her tone softened, "Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

"Well," Wen Lin replied, but she stared at the fireplace with her eyes down, not intending to continue speaking.

After pursing her lips, Vicia stood up and walked to Wen Lin, her arms around her waist and her fingers supporting Wen Lin's chin, forcing her to look directly into her eyes.

The body was stiff for a few moments, with a gentle force, mixed with a sweet fragrance.

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

The Queen's posture had never been so low, Wen Lin was ecstatic for a moment, but when she thought of Golan's interests, Vicia would never back down.

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

It seems that the identity of the monarch of Vicia has completely framed them. She will always give in for the interests of Golan, and even she has no position and no qualifications to accuse Vicia.

Vicia is just taking the responsibility of a monarch, and her thoughts are more like willful disregard of the overall situation.

Wen Lin suddenly became extremely pessimistic, and she began to re-examine her relationship with Vicia. She found sadly that it seemed that the relationship between monarchs and ministers was the most suitable for them.

The deep and steady breathing swept across the auricle, and her heart jumped fiercely. Wen Lin's dark eyes instantly became darker, and her eyes filled with deep meaning, which seemed to be mocking, and the trembling brows dragged a bit of sadness. with resolutely,

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

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

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, are you joking?"

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

After a slight hesitation, Wen Lin stretched out her hand and struggled away from Vichy's embrace, "Your Majesty, I'm not joking, the hot water has already been boiled, and Your Majesty can leave after taking a bath."

Wen Lin's eyes were silently shrouded in Visia, she didn't show any emotion, which made Visia give birth to endless panic and panic.

The nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, Vicia tried to use pain to force herself to maintain her demeanor, her chest hurt and groaned, Vicia said, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, some relationships don't end if you say it's over. of,"

Clenching her fists, she tried her best to restrain her eyes from looking away. Unspeakable grief and suffocation swept across Wen Lin's body. She calmed down 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 fall into the abyss that cannot be saved. "

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

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

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

She fixedly looked at Wen Lin with her head down, and suddenly burst out laughing with surprise and vulnerability that she had never shown before.

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

The end of her eyes flickered with thin red, and Vicia tightened the blanket on her body, and her bitter expression was mixed with a bit of cruelty.

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

Not wanting to entangle any more, Wen Lin was about to leave, but Vicia reached out to pull her, but she moved slowly.

Vicia was anxious in her heart. If Wen Lin had the intention to avoid her, she might not know when the two would meet next time.

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

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

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I hope you sit down and we can have a good talk about the feelings between us that transcend the monarch and minister,"

As if there was no choice, Wen Lin walked to the stool next to 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 bloodline in Vicia's palm, frowned deeply, subconsciously slowed down her tone, and said helplessly,

"Your Majesty, put down the dagger in your hand, I will not leave."

Visia looked at her, dropped the short sword in her hand, and collided with the ground with a crisp scratching sound.

After a long silence, both of them regained a sense of calm. Vicia sat down opposite Wen Lin, her eyes firmly attached to Wen Lin's face,

"Lord Wen Lin, there is a throne under me, and I am far from strong enough. I weigh it almost every moment, just to make the chair under me sit more securely. Your presence is like a gift from God. , you are far more than freeing me from my embarrassing financial predicament, your completely different mind, your soul, your talent, and even your beauty, all make me feel very fit,"

"Your Excellency, I'm really alone. I've tried alone for more than ten years, trying to break their prejudice against women, and before that, I have to stay sane, I only have to make sure that my position is not taken by others. Taking it away can save my life and everything I cherish."

After a moment of patience, Vicia closed her eyes, tears rolled down the ends of her eyes, she continued after a while,

"I know that I should not have entanglements with you beyond the monarch and ministers, but Your Excellency, love is not **** in loneliness. Desire is not a choice under consideration, it cannot be restrained, so I took the first step, I often think about the solution between you and Golan, and I am always worried that one day we will fall into a desperate situation, but your Excellency, all this has not happened yet, we still have time, we still have time to make ourselves Let Golan become stronger, so powerful that no one can accuse you of my identity, and no one can force us to make concessions."

"So don't mention any more separation, don't mention it again."

Like an order, more like a pleading tone.

This time, Vicia bowed her head and gave in, without the slightest gesture of a king, just as a lover.

Wen Lin's throat tightened, she clasped the edge of the table tightly, her fingertips were bluish-white, and it was painful, but it couldn't compare to the heartache for a moment.

She made Vicia cry again, and Wen Lin, who had returned rationally, began to blame herself. It was not that she did not know Vicia's situation and difficulties, and why she forced Vicia to the current situation.

Wen Lin's weakness did not make Wen Lin feel relieved. She slowed down and said sternly, "Vishiya, don't separate, never separate again,"

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

Stubborn eyes, wrapped in the residual warmth of the flame, gently attached.

They bear heavy shackles and hug each other tightly at this moment.

Kiss, a little eager.

Wen Lin raised her hand and brushed away the messy strands of hair that fell. Several strands of hair were entangled in her fingertips, accompanied by a frenzied aura of encroachment, like a surging wave, trying to break the chains tightly wrapped around the two of them.

Rampage, love. Desire overflowing, hazy blurred.

Arbitrary warm liquid blooms at the fingertips, drawing crazy pictures on the calm lake like the wind at night.

Suddenly, Wen Lin kissed Vicia's lips lightly, "Your Majesty, who am I."

"My, my only love."

Her whole body was softened by the kiss, and Vicia opened her eyes that were blurred with water and light, 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 watch.