The Gothic architectural style castle is located on a large lush lawn. The lines are bright and smooth, the overall color is stable and grand, and the symmetrical design is even more magnificent.

The milky white castle complements the lush gardens. The round tower is inlaid with exquisite glass windows, and the romantic spire rises straight into the sky. Every detail is full of romance.

"How is it? You are scared!"

Monica raised her face somewhat proudly, and then picked up her skirt, "I didn't tell you just now, but I...I am actually the most noble princess! You should bow to me!"

"Yeah." Shi Qinglan nodded slightly to express understanding.

She raised her eyes and glanced lightly at this glorious castle. There was no waves in her beautiful eyes, and there was no emotional change in her eyes.

Monica widened her eyes and looked at her, "Are you not surprised at all? I am the royal princess!"

"I knew it a long time ago." Shi Qinglan rubbed her head.

The hair that had been so exquisite was messed up by her for an instant, and the messy hair was placed in front of Monica's face, making her blow out the hair that blocked her sight.

"When did you know?" Monica raised her hand and quickly arranged her appearance and looked at her suspiciously.

Shi Qinglan's beautiful eyes lightly squinted, "When you threatened that man to let you go, he already blew himself up."

But it was the words that she said in a hurry, and at that time she thought she could not understand F, and could understand if she didn't remember.

"Really?" Monica's clear eyes were a little dumbfounded.

She racked her brains to think, but found that she seemed to have forgotten that memory. Probably the thinking was really chaotic at that time, and she didn't remember what she said...

Monica murmured, "Is it so embarrassing?"

Hearing this, Shi Qinglan couldn't help but chuckle, lowered his eyes to look at the girl and reminded, "Your Royal Highness the most noble princess, my fiance's blood is about to drain."

"Ah? Oh!" Monica came back to her senses immediately.

At this moment, the royal family's luxury motorcade has driven into the garden and steadily stopped in front of the splendid castle.

The butler then got out of the car and bowed to help them open the door.

When Monica gently pushed and shoved it twice, "I almost forgot! Then go in, I call the doctor over!"

"No, just prepare the medical kit for me." Shi Qinglan opened her red lips lightly, and helped the man beside her to get out of the car.

Bo Yucheng looked at the girl sideways and lowered his head, "It wasn't my leg that hurt, so I have to be so careful that I have to support me, eh?"

"Shut up, don't be poor, be obedient." Shi Qinglan squinted at him, revealing the hidden attributes of the domineering female president.

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's scarlet lips twitched lightly, and a muffled laugh overflowed from his voice, "Okay, I'm good."

The noble man put his posture extremely low at this moment, and he followed the girl behind him as soft as a little milk dog.

Monica murmured, "How come men are all virtues now..."

Because her brother was like this in front of Wang's wife.

Obviously he is the most noble majesty of this country, one person is less than ten thousand people, but he is willing to bow in front of the princess, and even help her wear high heels in the face of the people across the country.

"Hiss—" Monica felt her numbness and sucked in cold air.

She immediately led the two into the palace, and the servants and attendants respectfully saluted, "Your Royal Highness."

"Yeah." Monica raised her small face proudly, enjoying the respect of others, straightening her swan neck and walking into the palace.

The servant immediately delivered the medical kit respectfully.

Bo Yucheng was sitting on the sofa with a straight posture, Shi Qinglan was about to take off his clothes, but there was a sudden pause in his hand, and he glanced at Monica who was watching beside him.

"What do you see me doing?" Monica blinked in wonder.

She couldn't help but urged, "The medical kit is already given to you! Is there anything else missing? Get the medicine quickly!"

Shi Qinglan pressed her red lips lightly, her eyes flashed slightly, and she said a little unnaturally, "Doesn't your Royal Highness need to avoid it?"

She was not very willing to let other women see Bo Yucheng's figure, and it was rare to show her jealousy in the public, so she was a little uncomfortable and her cheeks were reddish.

Bo Yucheng gently licked his lips and looked at the girl beside him, his white and slender fingers slowly hooked the hair around her ears, curled it up like a play on his finger, and then suddenly loosened it.

"Don't make trouble." Shi Qinglan glared at him angrily.

Bo Yucheng soon took his hand back, sat down obediently on the sofa, his thin lips lightly opened, "His Royal Highness laughed. My fiancee is more possessive of me and doesn't like to take off my clothes in public. If you don't avoid it, I'm afraid not It's too convenient."

Hearing that, Monica's head was full of question marks.

Her country never cared about these messy things. Although avoiding it sounds natural, in the open West, girls rarely have this kind of possessiveness.

"Your Huaxia culture is really weird..." Monica murmured, then turned and left.

Although she could not understand, she still chose to respect it.

The butler also dispersed other servants and attendants, leaving the space here alone to Shi Qinglan and Bo Yucheng.

"No one is there now." Bo Yucheng tilted his head, and inadvertently rubbed the girl's soft cheeks with his cool thin lips.

He gently pressed his lips against the girl's ear, and the extremely magnetic voice slowly penetrated into her ear, "I didn't expect Lan Lan to have such a possessive desire for me, eh?"

Hearing this, Shi Qinglan's ears were instantly stained red.

She wiped her gaze away, and gently pressed her small hand to the man's chest, trying to push him away but did not dare to use force.

After all, she raised her eyes with anger and glared at him, "You can only be possessive of me, but can't I be possessive of you?"

What's wrong, she just doesn't want to show it to others.

Bo Yucheng's dumb and low laughter slowly overflowed from his voice, and he responded happily, "Okay."

"Sit down!" Shi Qinglan played the domineering female president again, and was about to help the man take off his clothes as he spoke.

Ruyu's thin fingers lay lightly on his chest, and slowly unbuttoned the buttons one by one. The fingertips occasionally touched him inadvertently, transmitting the temperature to him through the thin cloth.

Coupled with the fact that the two are very close at the moment, the heat exhaled between Shi Qinglan's lips and teeth inadvertently sprayed on his chest.

The suit jacket was removed, revealing the white shirt that was already soaked in red blood, the buttons on the chest were also unbuttoned, and the large white chest was bare...

Shi Qinglan was about to peel off the man's clothes from his shoulders, Bo Yucheng's eyes flashed slightly, thinking of the whiplashes on his back that he didn't want her to know, and his big palms suddenly held the girl's catkins.