"Cavalry attacks like waves?"

"I can show you." He kissed her lips, just four lips touching. "This is how the French flirt."

"Has anyone ever done this to you?"

"You don't have to experience it personally. I can see when I have eyes." He leaned over her. "My eyes are closed the tightest and I see the brightest. They only see tasteless things during the day, but when I fall asleep, in my dreams

But staring at you..."

"Leon..."

"No, it's Shakespeare, you know." He smiled and said, "My eyes, how lucky you will feel to be able to see such a beautiful scenery."

She held his arms tightly with both hands. These arms were not strong or manly at all.

But this time he didn't only care about himself like before. More importantly, he learned to be slow. He no longer won dazzling victories like before, but the process was too short.

"You are so beautiful." He said in admiration, "My English lady."

She felt this was a term full of humiliation.

She wanted to slap him, but this time he stopped her.

"I surrendered, you won." He said in a calm tone, "I used to think about the war even when I was sleeping, but now all I can think about is you, can't you show mercy?"

This time she didn't resist.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the tide rushing into her body.

How can this kind of happiness be compared to the joy of a banquet?

But judging from his previous performance, banquets and social interactions are indeed more fun.

She opened her eyes and looked at the male master of Rambouillet. He had a delicate and charming face, but he had a devilish charm.

Can a guy who looks like this really walk 200 miles across the desert? She always feels like this is a lie.

But at the moment, he only saw her shadow, which was like the frame of an oil painting, framing her.

"I'm sorry for him." He said in a weird French accent. "How will your husband live without you?"

"Then will you let me go?"

"That's a good question. How can I live without you?" He said with a wry smile, "Why are there more women like you?"

"I'm not a human, I'm a monster."

"Then let's have more beautiful monsters like this." He knelt on the ground and hugged her tightly.

"Who is better, me or your husband?" he asked as if his IQ had regressed.

She really had nothing to say.

What's more, she didn't have the brain to think.

Why hadn't she found the French Emperor so sexy before?
Chapter completed!