Hot.

It was so hot it was hard to breathe.

On the Victorian-style bed, a young girl was sleeping. Her slim body was covered with a fine white silk. The thick sweat was dripping down from her delicate face and fell on her thin lips.

The sweat on her arm had already damped her clothes, accentuating her endless figure.

"Ugh, it's so hot..."

Suddenly, Shi Xiaonian woke up from her deep sleep.

The place she woke up in was a luxurious but strange room. The 14th century painting on the wall was slowly clearing in her blurry sight.

"Where am I?" she thought.

She looked around in confusion.

On the sofa at the corner of the room, a man was sitting still. He was slender and his long fair fingers was twirling a wine glass gracefully.

"Who are you? Why is it so hot in here? Can you turn off the heater?"

As soon as she spoke, she found that her voice was very weak, as if she had a serious illness.

It was too hot.

"Woman, if you hadn't woken up, I would have adjusted the temperature of this place to 88 degrees and steamed you alive!"

A man's voice rang out in the warm room, and his arrogant tone was frightening.

“......”

Steam me alive?

What did he mean by that?

At this time, Shi Xiaonian was a little distracted. The sweat fell on her eyes and blurred her sight.

The hollow sound of footsteps rang by her ears.

She raised her hand to wipe off the bead of sweat, revealing her delicate collarbone that was covered in sweat. When she looked forward again, she saw a pair of eyes with an eagle-like gaze.

The man stood in front of her bed. His legs were straight and long. The white shirt complimented his tall and straight figure. He loosened his collar and looked up. His face was so handsome that it could make one suffocate. His features were deep and prominent. His eyes and eyebrows were dark. His straight nose and thin lips were slightly parted. He was a very charming man indeed.

It was obvious that the temperature in the room was very warm, but the man's face was not sweaty at all. He was elegant and calm.

He looked like a man from a painting. He was very young, no more than 29 years old.

"Uh, why does he look a little familiar?"

I'd seen him somewhere...

Because of the habit of her long-term profession, Shi Xiaonian would sometimes wander into distraction. As she thought so, she stared at the man blankly. But soon, she snapped back into reality, because the man took out a silver pistol.

And the muzzle was aimed at her.

"Huh? What is this?"

"What are you doing? Who are you? What are you trying to do?"

Shi Xiaonian was so shocked that she wanted to step back as she sat on the bed, but the man stepped close to her, and the cold muzzle was pressed to her flustered face.

She had an innocent and pure face. Her facial features were exquisite but not flamboyant. She was not aggressive and was very beautiful.

The muzzle slowly slid down to her lips, her sharp chin, and then to her tempting collarbone.

Shi Xiaonian flexed her whole body unconsciously. Her white gauze-like clothes almost slipped off, and her hot sweat instantly turned into a cold sweat.

"Woman, where is the child that you are supposed to give me?"

Gong Ou stood in front of her and said in a cold voice. His deep eyes swept over her body.

"What?"

All of a sudden, Shi Xiaonian was stunned.

"Three years ago, you were carrying my child. Where is the child now?"

Gong Ou asked each word carefully. His hand moved slightly, and the muzzle was drawing circles on her collarbone through her thin clothes.

"A child?"

Shi Xiaonian was at a loss.