As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Are you really a domineering female CEO?!

Shouldn't the man be the one to touch the woman at this time?!

The shameful thing is that I don’t hate it!

Through the open mink coat, one could glimpse a slender, graceful neck and a slightly raised, full chest. Within earshot, close enough to smell each other's breath, one could faintly smell the delicate fragrance of a blue rose.

There was no doubt that Jon Snow had noticed his offensive gaze, but far from being annoyed, she even smiled, opened her heart, and allowed him to look at her!

Rather, she was also looking at herself!

Roy, who had lost his memory, saw his rank plummet and was completely controlled by the enemy. His old face turned red.

No, no, no, who can stand this?!

"Reply, respond or something, what should I do..."

"How? Well, how do you want to do it...my Roy."

The silver-haired girl came close to him and breathed softly against his neck.

This made the young man tremble and his face turned even redder.

However, although Jon Snow is so aggressive, she is actually not much better, because of this bold action, her snow-white cheeks turned a faint pink.

What to do next - this was half a tease, but half the truth.

The atmosphere is good and the shy boy is also very cute.

But what to do next?!

At Jon Snow's age, he must have studied the principles of the great harmony of male and female life, and even taught it at the academy.

But......

No one had ever taught her how to flirt! She couldn't just do it right away, could she?!

These few rounds have exhausted all of Jon Snow's love skills.

Is it difficult? Should I kiss her? But does Roy prefer women to take the initiative or be passive?

First, the first kiss must be perfect!

Jon Snow was struggling and didn't know what to do.

The two of them maintained an ambiguous posture without moving, just staring at each other blankly, only the blush on each other's faces spread more and more.

Until the black-haired boy could no longer bear it, subconsciously wanted to move his crystal lips closer, subconsciously wanted to touch her body——

Ugh?

In his mind, it was as if there was a chain that tightly bound his movements.

offend.

Why do I feel this is an offense...

Just then, the door was abruptly opened.

"Have you two picked out your clothes yet?!"

The female boss stopped talking halfway through, sweating profusely.

What did she see! ?

Damn, I know you nobles like to have fun, but can you please not come to my little shop for excitement?

The female boss was terrified that she'd learned some insider information about the entertainment industry and be murdered. She was trembling with fear: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"It doesn't matter."

Jon Snow calmly let go of his hand and walked past his boss as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that she was not angry, the female boss dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

As expected of my border lord, he enjoys himself and is open-minded, not caring at all about being seen!

Maybe I am also a part of their play...

Little did they know that after the silver-haired girl calmly walked out the door, she calmly covered her face and then calmly bumped her head against the wall.

Great!

I really want to die!

It was so embarrassing to be seen by outsiders!

On the other side, Roy touched his lips and fell into deep thought.

Why do I feel that what I did just now was an offense?

Especially if they are already lovers, how could there be a man who doesn't want to kiss his lover?

Roy only felt fragmented images flashing through his hazy mind.

It seems that I do have a lover.

He is indeed very close to Jon Snow.

Just as she said, they seemed to have gone shopping for clothes together, and the black and white mink coats were gifts for each other.

But is Jon Snow really his lover?

The unanswered questions planted the seeds of doubt in the boy's heart.

Chapter 133 It’s bath time!

"Ms. Snow, could you tell us more about our story?"

Roy asked during dinner.

He remembered some fragmented details, but they were not coherent. If he wanted to connect them together, he still needed someone to sort them out systematically.

Jon Snow paused slightly, put down the knife and fork in his hand, calmly affected the boy's puzzled gaze, and slowly spoke.

"We met at the academy..."

They met at the academy, learned and grew together, sometimes went on adventures together, sometimes went shopping and dated. Many frustrating things happened during this period, but with each other's company, they still passed the winter night and welcomed the beautiful dawn.

Their peace was shattered when the Imperial Prince forced their marriage, but this also gave their feelings an opportunity to blossom, and it was then that they became lovers. Later, they supported each other and drove away the Imperial family and the demon invaders.

Wow, campus romance + fantasy adventure, it’s so classic.

Roy took a quick look back, and his memory became clearer. He found that everything Jon Snow said matched his memory, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Jon Snow must not have lied to me, they must be lovers.

Looking at the boy's calm expression, Jon Snow pursed his lips, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

She told Roy everything except two things.

They are direct master and apprentice.

Also, they are not lovers.

I am so dirty.

Even just once, she wanted to be Roy's lover.

However, as his memory returns, Roy will sooner or later notice something is wrong.

As his mentor and recipient of his care, she was still not satisfied and indulged in inappropriate thoughts.

When his memory returns, Roy will definitely look down on him.

The shame is that even so, I still want to indulge in this beautiful dream that is destined to disappear.

When I feel sad, I want to drink to relieve my sorrow.

Jon Snow called the maid over and said simply two words: "Pour the wine."

The maid was startled, but asked nervously, "Are you sure?"

Lord Barry forbids all maids from pouring wine for Jon Snow.

Roy asked curiously, "Could it be that Miss Snow has a poor alcohol tolerance?"

After hearing this, Jon Snow immediately became unhappy.

Saying that people in the Empire can't drink is like saying that people in the Kingdom can't fight, people in the South Sea can't swim, and people in the Magic Kingdom are mentally retarded and illiterate.

Especially since this comes from the doubts of my beloved disciple and lover.

This is a shame that Jon Snow cannot tolerate!

"You're worrying too much. My alcohol tolerance isn't great, but it's about average for an Imperial. Besides, as a Transcendent, it's not difficult for me to use my Transcendental powers to expel the alcohol."

Snow pushed the empty glass out and ordered a second time: "Pour the wine."

Even though he has not officially taken office as Duke, Jon Snow's identity as the future Border Duke has been tacitly accepted by the people of the border, and his status is higher than that of Earl Barry.

The maid naturally did not dare to object to the order from her boss's boss's boss, and could only obediently pour Jon Snow a glass of low-alcohol red wine.

At this moment, Roy suddenly felt a sense of crisis that transcended memory and logic, coming from the depths of his soul, and he broke out in a cold sweat unconsciously.

I always feel that something terrible will happen if she drinks!

"Miss Snow? Are you sure you can drink well?"

Jon Snow smiled faintly and did not answer. In front of the young man, he raised his glass, shook the wine in the glass gently with considerable experience and skill, and then drank it all in one gulp, with utmost elegance.

Roy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It seems I'm worrying too much."

"Humph, it's not the empire's specialty vodka. I can't handle red wine with this strength..."

He stopped talking halfway.

Jon Snow fell onto the dining table with a thud, startling both Roy and the maid.

Five minutes later, Roy declined the help of the maid who was almost crying with anxiety, and carried the collapsed Jon Snow back to the room by himself.

Is this the average level of the Imperials?!

So you imperial people can’t drink much either!?

Luo Huanyi had just sniffed the wine curiously and discovered that it had almost faded to the scent of grape juice! Could someone get drunk on just this?!

"Miss Snow, you'd better not be so stubborn next time."

"I, I'm not trying to be brave, and I, I'm not drunk!"

"...That's your pillow. I'm behind you."

The girl, with slightly messy hair and a somewhat wandering gaze, turned around and reiterated fiercely: "I'm not drunk!"

“Not drunk…”

As soon as she finished speaking, she staggered, and her fierce eyes softened, as if she would fall onto the bed at any time.

"Hey, Miss Snow, you should go to bed early. See you tomorrow."

Roy smiled bitterly twice and was about to turn around, but unexpectedly, the other party grabbed his hand.

Even though he was drunk, he was so strong that he couldn't match him.

The silver-haired girl stammered and spoke intermittently. The coldness in her eyes had turned into water that could not be filled. She was like a little wolf that wanted to be fierce but could not: "No, no, you can't leave, you are not allowed to leave..."

"Also, there are still many things I want to do with you, things between lovers, you are not allowed to leave!"

When people are drunk, their emotions tend to get out of control.

It seems that Miss Snow is not so cold from the inside out.

Roy, finding it amusing, patiently advised, "There's no need to rush, right?"

"Isn't the future still long?"

When Jon Snow heard this, his heart trembled violently, and his eyes became more moist.

The future between them is clearly limited.

Even though her head was dizzy, this was the only thing that pierced her heart deeply.

"No, we must do it now!" Jon Snow rushed over and put his arms around Roy's waist tightly.