Chapter 119: Who Are You?

Before Su Mian could react, she was already encircled.

Two guards were ready to go. Su Mian waved her hand, letting them retreat.

She lowered her eyes, sniffed shallowly, and acted somewhat coldly.

"Been drinking?"

Fuerdi observed her reaction, pushed against his upper teeth, feeling unhappy in his heart.

But he still curled his lips and nodded, his eyes squinting shallowly, his ear roots slightly red.

"Who sent the wine?"

Su Mian didn't push Fuerdi away, turning her head to ask the maid.

The maid hadn't expected Su Mian to be so sharp, panicking instantly. Su Mian saw her guilty look and secretly thought it was indeed wrong.

"Not saying? Then do you want to die?"

"No, no, no!!!"

The blood color on the maid's face faded instantly, and she knelt down immediately.

"It was the Queen... it was sent by the Queen, woo woo woo, please spare my life, Your Highness."

Hearing her words, Su Mian wasn't very surprised; instead, a flash of realization crossed her eyes, and she waved her hand to let them retreat.

Those few, thinking Elizabeth was in a fit of anger, didn't dare to touch the bad luck, didn't dare to say a word, and scrambled away.

The corridor became much quieter. It was twelve o'clock, and there were no lights here, not even in the studio, which was dark.

Su Mian realized then that there were no lights here, and Fuerdi spent every night in the dark.

Before she could come back to her senses, a wet sensation came from her ear canal, a numbing feeling spreading through her whole body. Su Mian widened her eyes, her breathing skipping a beat.

She looked at Fuerdi, who was smiling, in disbelief; his lips had just touched her ear.

"You..."

"I miss you."

He said with lip-reading. Su Mian in the darkness couldn't see clearly what he was saying, only feeling a sense of aggression attacking, like tearing through a disguise, carrying the aura of a beast and wildness.

Those slightly drunken eyes "stripped" Su Mian bare, and without waiting for the girl to speak, he hugged her waist and pressed her against the wall.

"Ugh!"

Her feet left the ground, and she could only barely look him in the eye.

When Fuerdi was in the Colosseum, he often saw men and women of all kinds, and licking ears seemed to be the most direct way of flirting.

But there seemed to be nothing in the girl's eyes except shock. He felt unhappy, so he leaned forward, wanting to try again.

He also hadn't expected that one day he would use the means he disdained.

The tip of his tongue had just touched the soft earlobe when the person in front of him froze.

Slap—

The air was silent for a moment.

Su Mian's hand was still raised in the air, her suspended feet unable to support her, hooking onto the man's trouser leg.

Looking at Fuerdi's face, which had been slapped red by her, his side profile buried in the shadows, his expression invisible.

Su Mian took a deep breath, trying to reason with him.

"I hate people touching me."

He didn't pay attention to her.

He just hugged her silently, returned to the studio, walked through layers of easels, and placed her on the bed.

Looking at the girl in front of him with a tense face and vigilant eyes, like a kitten facing a great enemy, Fuerdi couldn't say what his mood was.

Frustrated?

That wasn't it; a little princess didn't have the ability to make him have such an emotion.

Living in the "slaughterhouse," what kind of people hadn't he seen? Most of those women were the same, shyly nesting in a man's chest, taking out gold and silver jewelry after sleeping twice, and then being cheated until their bodies and minds were hurt.

Most of those women were devout "believers" of this princess. They didn't feel ashamed, because compared to Elizabeth, this was simply a small matter.

Therefore, the person in front of him was simply...

Two completely different things from the rumored princess.

"I'll just assume you're drunk, Fuerdi. It's very late, I'm going to rest."

Su Mian saw him silent for a long time, not knowing what was in this person's brain, and the desire to challenge the red dancing shoes also faded by more than half, only wanting to rest now, immediately, right away.

She sat up from the bed. Fuerdi pulled her back. This time, by the moonlight, Su Mian saw his thin lips open slightly. At that moment, she widened her eyes.

Who are you?

Fuerdi wanted to question her, to see her carefully cast disguise torn, revealing a guilty yet beautiful expression, but the girl in front of him froze in place, even pulling back the feet she was about to put on the floor.

Fuerdi tilted his head, but saw Su Mian grab his mouth abruptly, her slender fingers digging inside. The touch of a foreign object attacked. Fuerdi's pupils shrank, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"You have fangs?"

Fuerdi nodded, not feeling anything strange; he wasn't human to begin with.

But he saw Su Mian lean forward abruptly, her breathing somewhat messy.

"You are..."

【Mian Mian!】

4399's voice rose, appearing suddenly, interrupting her.

【Don't say it, your character setting.】

Su Mian closed her eyes, "I know."

It's Si Shi.

Su Mian had seen his fangs in the previous instance and definitely wouldn't recognize him wrong, so there was only one possibility now: Si Shi had been overhauled, but... why?

Intuition told her it was because of her.

For no reason, Su Mian had an absurd thought: he had protected her for so many instances, could she protect him once?

Fuerdi's hand shook in front of her. Su Mian came back to her senses abruptly, but at this time, she had already let down her guard, and the fur that had bristled also softened.

Fuerdi couldn't understand this sudden change. He hugged Su Mian, his large hand hugging her spine, tentatively placing his lips on her rounded shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Su Mian just shrank back and didn't dodge.

The moment the two gazes met, Fuerdi's aura changed. He sensed a trace of indulgence, so he would never let go of this opportunity.

It was just that what made him unhappy was.

He thought this change came from what Melissa said, that man who looked very much like him.

And he was a substitute who was accepted.

"Your Highness..."

"Hmm?"

Su Mian didn't wait for his next action, opening her eyes impatiently, but was pounced on abruptly, her hands brought to the top of her head, unable to move, his high nose bridge sticking to her collarbone.

"Fuerdi!"

Su Mian gritted her teeth. That's enough, why is he still so extreme without his memory, and even more reckless, always making her unable to control her emotions.

"You haven't told me yet?"

"Who are you?"

There was no question in his eyes, but certainty. Su Mian didn't know how he could tell she was disguised since he hadn't seen Elizabeth before.

But even if he lost his memory, she believed that a DM was also keen and intellectually superior; after all, DMs were always gifted at seeing through disguises.

But now, Si Shi was not a DM.

"How dare you, I am a noble princess, you lowly slave actually dare to guess my identity."

Fuerdi suppressed the obscurity in his eyes. He didn't know if it was because he had drunk some wine, but his movements were even bolder. His fingertips hooked onto the girl's lace gloves, reaching straight into her palm.

The person who was still chattering in front of him stopped abruptly, staring at him in disbelief with those wet eyes. ===== CHAPTER 120 =====