Her obsessive thought was...

Thinking, who would have known that the domineering and sly Emperor Lucas would suddenly kiss her, the tingling sensation at her fingertips made her shiver for a moment, before she could recover, his large hand had already tightly clasped her ten fingers.

She was pushed slightly, her back pressed against the cold wall, fortunately, at this moment, it was a bit hot, and the cold wall just helped to cool down...

Their ten fingers interlocked, tangled with each other.

Even the air had become a hundred times more ambiguous.

His pitch-black eyes watched her hazy gaze, she had long sunk into his kiss, her whole body instinctively leaned toward him, that look of intoxication, was truly indescribably beautiful.

That night, at the bar.

Didn’t he say not to cry?

When he woke up, he heard her hoarse voice, lying on his chest, tears soaking a patch of his clothes.

At that time, should he laugh or cry?

How could such a ruthless and venomous woman, feel any pain for him? Wasn’t she just after his life, she should be happy, why cry.

That night in the emergency room.

His head throbbed with pain, vaguely hearing her almost collapsing and heart-wrenching voice: "Save him quickly! If anything happens to him, everyone in your hospital will be buried with him!" Her voice was so hoarse and heart-rending.

He also heard, the doctor said: "Miss Eva Bennett! He has RH-negative blood..." The doctor seemed about to remind something, but was interrupted forcibly by her: "I’m a panda blood type, use my blood if needed..." She hardly hesitated at the time.

He wondered, why was she doing this?

"Hmm... Crown Prince, please stop, I have to go, it’s late... I’ll take care of you when I return, okay?"

Her soft voice came through.

He released her as she wished.

Eva Nightingale was just about to leave, only to see him swiftly removing his clothes in the next second, tossing them casually to the ground, then encircling her with his bare chest, his sensual lips buried at her collarbone.

The skin he kissed lovingly bore red marks.

Eva couldn’t help but moan softly, her hands climbed onto him, her whole being driven by him, kissing while pushing, until she was pushed onto the sofa.

Tonight, he seemed a bit different, but she couldn’t tell how; just, he was much more domineering!!

She was already so passionate, her eyes sparkling hazily, mouth whimpering, hardly having the time to think of anything else.

Even she didn’t know, at this moment, what she and he counted as. Was she really just caring for him for two months out of guilt?

His large hand slid to her back, caressing through the clothes for a while before letting his hand fall to her clothes’ zipper head, grasping the zipper and slowly pulling it down, she had no intention of resisting or refusing, her hands obediently climbed onto him, enjoying his passionate yet cold kiss.

Oh...

Such an obedient woman.

Eva Bennett, if you have the guts don’t fall in love!

Her skirt was pulled open, with no sign of unwillingness, it seemed she was ready to let him break the rules, was it love! Or simply to relieve his physiological needs out of guilt.

He was just pondering that, who would have thought, her hand directly slid to his waist and abdomen, wandered twice and then without any hesitation slid downward...

Was that a place she could touch?!

His coal-black eyes, momentarily satisfied, turned cold and sober, then immediately stretched out his large hand to intercept her small hand.