Stunningly beautiful yet wicked, she begins by conquering eight beast husbands.

Chapter 114 I'll do it myself.

Scarlett sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling as she tried to unbutton Holster's clothes.

The golden button gleamed faintly in the dim light. She tried to touch it for a long time but couldn't, and her hands trembled even more violently.

If I had known, I would have changed it. I would have had him washed clean and wrapped in a blanket, just like Sevier, and brought in.

To avoid an awkward situation for both sides like this.

"Your Highness, let me do it myself."

Holst grasped Scarlett's hand, his magnetic voice like a blazing fire in the darkness, making Scarlett's ears turn bright red.

She froze, stared blankly for a few seconds, her hands involuntarily clenching as she tried to break free from Holster's grasp. "Then, then you do it."

Holster could feel Scarlett struggling; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold her, as if she were about to break free from his grasp at any moment.

But he didn't intend to let go; instead, he gripped it tighter and tighter, determined to hold onto that elusive hand that was as hard to grasp as a fish.

"Your Highness is nervous."

Holst's smoky gray eyes stared at Scarlett, a mischievous glint in them, his gaze slowly drawing closer, as if trying to gauge her nervousness.

They were so close that Scarlett could clearly smell Holster's scent.

It was a very cool, subtle fragrance, like the scent of bamboo leaves, only with an added layer of mist, making it faint and cool; you had to get close to know it.

Scarlett was naturally nervous.

She wasn't familiar with Holster, and the reason she chose him to serve her in bed was because she valued his SSS-level mental strength.

The resource war was a foregone conclusion and could not be changed, but those damned rules were going to cost her her life.

She wasn't sure if these beastly husbands' claims of not getting divorced were genuine, so she had to seriously consider her own situation and try to win over as many as she could.

Scarlett was actually a little sad.

This approach goes against her original intention.

But she did it anyway.

Perhaps it's because when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Furthermore.

Christine's situation also shocked her.

She was indeed an imperial princess, but in the face of absolute power, she was like a mayfly in the vast sky, nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

If it weren't for the impending resource war, she might not have regained her freedom so quickly, or she might have died unjustly.

She was terrified of death, pain, and even more afraid of suffering.

Her dream in her past life was to be a lazy, parasitic person who could enjoy the fruits of others' labor.

Lying in bed every day, ordering takeout when I'm happy, drinking milk tea when I'm not, I have no ambition and just drift through life.

If she hadn't time-traveled, she would most likely have lived a mediocre life like any other ordinary person.

I've traveled through time...

Scarlett was so lost in thought that Holster squeezed her hand lightly, but it brought her back to her senses.

Scarlett met Holst's scrutinizing eyes and gave an awkward smile. "No, I'm not nervous."

Holst smiled too, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes taking on a wicked glint.

He moved closer to Scarlett, his breath cool and light, but Scarlett felt it was burning hot, making her cheeks feel like they were on fire.

She didn't know how to respond, so she simply closed her eyes.

It was tightly shut.

Holster looked at Scarlett's fearless expression, raised an eyebrow, and smiled even more broadly. He took her hand and pressed it against his heart.

During this time, he had been trying to prove one thing: what exactly caused the protective scales on his chest to grow there.

He consulted doctors, consulted ancient books, and underwent a full-body examination. Everyone was amazed that he could regrow his heart scales.

Although amazed, he still couldn't find the reason. Holst had a bold idea.

On the day he suffered his mental breakdown, only Scarlett came into contact with him.

Although he had been comforted by other females before that.

But he knew perfectly well that those attempts to appease him were useless and only exacerbated his inner turmoil.

He didn't truly find peace until Scarlett met him.

Is it Scarlett? He wasn't sure, but he wanted to give it a try.

The moment Scarlett's palm touched his chest, his heart pounded wildly, as if struck mercilessly by a heavy hammer.

He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, afraid of disturbing Scarlett.

He then felt pain.

A stinging pain, like a needle prick.

They pierced his skin bit by bit, all rushing towards the heart-protecting scales.

He could clearly feel his scales being nourished and gradually hardening.

Holster breathed a sigh of excitement; he hadn't guessed wrong, it really was Scarlett.

Holst's heart was pounding so fast from excitement that Scarlett noticed something was wrong. When he didn't move for a while, she couldn't help but open one eye.

Holst was laughing.

A slight blush rose to her cheeks.

His smoky gray eyes, usually like a gloomy, rainy day, rarely showed any brightness, but at this moment they shone with an astonishing light.

Scarlett paused, taken aback.

What happened to Holst?
Before Scarlett could look away, Holster raised his eyes and caught her gaze.

She paused again, feeling inexplicably guilty, and was about to close her eyes when Holster suddenly asked her, "Your Highness, did you choose me to serve you tonight because you are fond of me?"

Scarlett felt a sense of helplessness, as if her wicked intentions were about to be exposed. Her temples throbbed twice, and her mouth went dry.

I wanted to answer but didn't know how, so I gave a dry laugh to cover up my embarrassment.

"It's ok."

Holster leaned forward, his well-defined knuckles stroking Scarlett's cheek. "I will win Your Highness's heart."

Without warning, he kissed Scarlett's lips.

His kisses were different from Sevier's; they would give Scarlett time to adjust.

His kiss was as natural as his breath.

Domineering, straightforward, and unstoppable, it swept away Scarlett's breath like a typhoon.

Scarlett was a little out of breath and wanted to escape, but he held the back of her head with his hand, preventing her from running away.

"Holy, Holster, quick, let me go, I'm suffocating."

Scarlett's faint voice escaped her lips, somewhat fragmented, with a barely perceptible panting.

Holst's eyes brightened upon hearing this, and he selectively focused on that single word.

He untied the ribbons of Scarlett's nightgown, his cool fingertips purposefully tracing her body, igniting her instincts.

His kiss softened, a gentle kiss as he gazed at her quietly.

Those bright, peach-blossom eyes were moist, like a pool of spring water ruffled by a breeze, their soft light slowly swaying into his heart.

Suddenly.

A pale white veil cascaded down, like silk threads, obscuring the long stretch of spring colors.

(End of this chapter)