"What are you doing..." Arnold turned to look at Karan and found a shadow covering them.

"Can I ask why you are here?" Xiovir said in a gentle and soft tone.

Arnold realized something was wrong.

Karan scolded him in a low voice: "Why don't you believe in evil? Nothing good ever happened when we were alone together."

Xiovir stared at his young son and said, "Your mother has been looking for you for a long time, Arnold."

Arnold stood up and ran away without even brushing off the dust.

Before he left, he gave Karan a wishing look.

There were only two people left in the stands.

Karan raised his hands and swore: "He insisted on dragging me to see his aunt."

Siover stood across from the racecourse and saw the reflection of the camera in the stands, which was a bit like a scope.

Because of the attack, he was always mentally stressed.

He originally wanted the bodyguard to come up and take a look, but Karan's black head accidentally popped up, allowing him to recognize at a glance who was peeping. However, he did not expect Arnold to be with her.

He leaned over slightly, trapping Karan under the small stands: "You really tried your best to appear in my sight."

Karan heard a whistle, and a new round of horse riding competition began below.

"Yes, that's right, everything you said is right." She retracted her feet, hid the injury, and replied with lingering fear, "I will disappear immediately."

Theovir saw her smooth calves.

There is soft shadow under the skirt.

She wore small black leather shoes, flesh-colored stockings, a bandage on her left foot, and a silly bow on her ankle.

He held her knees down.

"Stay away from Arnold. He doesn't mind getting along with slaves, but that doesn't mean you can get close to him."

Karan heard this harshly.

She refuted: "You can't discipline your own son, so you can only discipline me?"

Theovir should have been angry at her disobedience.

But he suddenly found that he really liked hearing her say "discipline".

Inexplicably exciting.

His palms were hot.

The temperature spread silently like mist in the forest, invading the depths bit by bit. Karan snorted softly, and was suppressed by him. Her legs were injured, and she couldn't struggle in this position. Moreover, the touch this time was very subtle.

, delicate, gentle, quietly avoiding the guard of muscles, like the vines climbing on the castle, unknowingly filling the entire wall.

She couldn't stand it.

Swallowed by the heat, her mind became dizzy.

Wave after wave of water surged through her, almost drowning her reason.

But then, a stinging pain awakened her again.

She was covered in sweat, so she casually reached for the pencil sharpener in her arms and stabbed it forward.

The knife was short and blunt, and there was a cut on the side of Xiovel's clothes. He could only hold down her hand and move away.

He took out his hand, and Karan saw that there was some blood on his hand, and there was a sharp-edged diamond ring on his ring finger.

She was scratched by this thing just now.
Chapter completed!