It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

The actor playing the knight was ostensibly carefully helping the audience member to prevent her from falling, but it seemed he was taking the opportunity to secretly tickle her palm with his index finger, one tick at a time.

Scratching someone's palm while shaking hands is a common form of flirting.

At this moment, Veronica felt a tingling sensation from time to time in the fair palms of the hands that were being supported, which made her scalp tingle a little.

Under normal circumstances, a woman who is sexually harassed in this way will definitely be furious, especially if there is a significant difference in social status between the two parties, she will find it even more unbearable to be sexually harassed by a strange man.

But Veronica was a little unsure.

On the one hand, she found it hard to believe that the other party would dare to molest the guests invited by her boss in such a public place.

On the other hand, the other person's touch was very slight, and there were two layers of gloves between them, so an ordinary person would not have been able to detect the touch at all.

Let me explain briefly.

Veronica wore white silk gloves for years, not only because she liked gloves as a fashion accessory, nor because she refused to have skin contact with strangers, but also because she had a little secret that she couldn't tell anyone.

Actually... her palms are her erogenous zone.

Although the palms of the hands are a sensitive part of many people's sense of touch, her palms were exceptionally sensitive—to what extent? Even through a silk glove, just a few gentle rubs of her palms with her fingers would cause her whole body to tense up involuntarily.

Veronica kept this secret to herself and, if her memory serves her right, she never told anyone.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, she didn't intend to tell this secret to anyone other than her future husband, and it was impossible for anyone else to know it. Except for one truly, truly bored person who, under the influence of alcohol, asked her to take off her gloves, and then actually played with the girl's hands for quite a while.

Recalling the experience of having her palms played with so carefully, and the things that happened afterward, Veronica's cheeks couldn't help but burn slightly, and she cursed inwardly.

Damn it!

No matter how much you want to pretend it never happened, it was a girl's first time, something that will be etched in the book of memories, occupying an important page.

Far away.

In short, it was precisely for these two reasons that Veronica was somewhat unsure whether the male actor playing the knight was deliberately groping her or simply touching her unconsciously—after all, with two gloves in between, it's usually impossible for a person to grope someone even if they wanted to, and only her sensitive palms could detect such a slight touch.

Just as her dissatisfaction was gradually accumulating.

The two have successfully reached the stage. Their hands, which were originally linked, have parted, and Veronica has been placed on the edge.

At this point, there's no need to consider whether it's improper or not.

The performance continued.

Interactive acting cannot place too high demands on the participating audience; it's impossible to expect them to deliver a long string of lines like actors would.

Veronique's task was to sit quietly in her seat and play the imprisoned princess, watching the actors playing the knight and the evil devil fight for her, and finally the knight defeats the devil, leading to the clichéd ending of rescuing the princess. Clichéd doesn't mean unpopular; it's precisely because so many people like it and so many actors play it that it seems clichéd.

Veronica, wearing a veil, sat in the chair, her mind wandering aimlessly.

Compared to being a spectator, participating and playing a role midway through is indeed a novel and interesting experience. The person who came up with this idea must be an extremely creative genius—and she remembers seeing this extraordinary imagination in only one other person...

Wait, why am I thinking about that bastard again?

Veronique's expression froze for a moment, and after a brief moment of clenching her teeth beneath her white veil, she quickly returned to normal.

Maintain proper etiquette.

With so many people watching, even if she concealed her identity today, she couldn't reveal anything improper.

"Hmph, Aa ...

At that moment, a scream of defeat from a demon rang out on the stage, less than 15 minutes before Veronica was to go on stage—which is usually the limit of an audience's patience.

Veronique's attention was also drawn back to what was in front of her.

The knight who had defeated the demon stood before her again. Before Veronica could agree, he eagerly grabbed her hands, which were folded over her knees, and held them tightly in his palms.

If this can be explained as a requirement of the script, to express the knight's joy...

What followed, in the enclosed space where only the two of them could feel, was the man's thumb tip, which was sometimes gently stroking, sometimes rotating, and sometimes caressing her extremely sensual white and tender palm. It could only be said that this was the knight's unauthorized action.

It's absolutely certain.

This audacious man actually dared to blatantly molest the private palm of this genuine princess in front of so many people!

Unforgivable!

A hint of frost appeared on Veronica's delicate face, and her eyes revealed a chilling look.

She had made up her mind to make the man who dared to insult her pay a price for his rash and powerless act—regardless of who was behind him.

Chapter 358 Did You Take the Wrong One?

Just as Veronica was about to berate the rude man before her and make him pay the price for daring to flirt with a princess of a nation.

Sudden.

The sexually harassing knight in front of them unexpectedly removed his wooden helmet with one hand, revealing a head of flamboyant bright red short hair hidden underneath, as well as that familiar yet repulsive face.

"It's been a long time, Your Highness."

Li Cheng smiled smugly, and then subtly scratched his thumb again.

This time, he was holding the princess's hand openly and honestly. Even through the gloves, he could feel the soft touch. Looking at Veronica, who was still beautiful even with a veil on, he had to admit that it was a double enjoyment for both body and mind.

He found an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Veronique, who was being groped, was completely bewildered.

That annoying face, that bright red hair, that faint, malicious smile appeared before her eyes, causing her to pause and swallow the words she was about to say. Her whole body suddenly tensed up and became a little stiff.

Veronica had considered many scenarios of their reunion, and how she should face the man who had taken her virginity and left behind his seed, which had taken root and sprouted.

But I never imagined we would meet under such circumstances.

Veronica tried to calm her inner turmoil and sort out her emotions. She turned around and looked around, only to find that there was no one left on the stage. Apart from the two of them, the only other person around was Therese, who was sitting in the audience with a mischievous smile.

If she still couldn't figure out that the two of them were conspiring to trick her in this situation, she wouldn't be Veronica.

The situation was already quite clear: first, Therese tricked her into coming under the guise of a new play, then Li Cheng impersonated an actor in it, and after she believed in this 'interactive' model, he tricked her into going on stage and groped her all the way.

Set your mind.

Veronica's tone softened slightly compared to her previous sharpness, though she was still a little annoyed. After glaring at her best friend Therese, who was watching the show with great interest, she asked the person who was still groping her, "How long are you planning to hold on?"

"Your Highness, I am a knight who has come to return."

Li Cheng returned to acting mode with a serious expression and said sincerely, "I have just defeated the evil demon king, so you don't need to worry."

In Veronica's mind, Li Cheng used to be a gentleman, but she never expected that after not seeing him for a while, he would start acting like a rude rogue. This was something she hadn't anticipated.

Veronique gritted her teeth, but maintained her composure, suppressing the tingling sensation spreading from her palms to her entire body, and coldly repeated:

"let go."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Seeing the unfriendly look in her eyes, Li Cheng reluctantly let go of her hand.

Then, after straightening his collar, he stood up straight and, as if nothing had happened, greeted her formally again: "It's been a long time, Your Highness."

"Ah."

Veronie replied indifferently, "What do you need me for?"

Such dialogue would be perfectly fine in a beautifully decorated room, but it seems a little comical on the stage of this theater.

The two realized this as well, but before they could ask the question, Therese, standing in the audience, made a megaphone shape with her hand and shouted to them:

"Gentlemen, how about we go to the lounge in the back?"

Although she was very unhappy that Veronica had conspired with Li Cheng to make fun of her best friend, Veronica accepted the suggestion and the three of them moved to the lounge. After bringing Li Cheng and Veronica to the lounge, Therese took the initiative to leave the room, leaving them some private space.

"I won't bother you anymore, bye-bye~"

So Therese left as well, leaving only Li Cheng and Veronica in the room.

Princess Qiaozhuang was dressed in a simple white dress today. Her waist was not yet visible, and her long black hair was curled. Perhaps because of the child in her arms, her breasts seemed to have grown a few months earlier and could be described as magnificent.

Although the princess was charming, and although Therese left on her own initiative, Li Cheng did not attempt to do anything beyond friendship.

The woman in front of him was, after all, a legitimate princess. Although the fact that she was pregnant with his child had given Li Cheng a strange feeling for her, it was ultimately just an accident, and the two of them had no romantic relationship. If he went too far in flirting with her, he might really be punished with a fist.

Set your mind.

Li Cheng stopped joking and began to get into the main conversation, recounting his experiences from the past few days:

“I went to Paris a few months ago.”

"I know."

Veronica nodded calmly.

He went to Paris, but so what? The engagement was still finalized, and they're about to get married there. Nothing changed; his efforts were clearly futile, and that little bit of expectation he'd held in his heart was probably just wishful thinking...

"Through my efforts, Philip agreed to become my fiancé."

?

Veronica slowly typed a question mark: "What did you just say?"

"I said, after two months of my hard work..."

Li Cheng slowed his tone and repeated, "The person chosen for the engagement has been changed from some unknown man to Philip."

???

Veronica remained silent, waiting for Li Cheng's explanation.

Although the direction of their efforts was a bit strange, making one wonder if Li Cheng had taken the wrong medicine, she knew that Li Cheng's specific mention of this point was definitely not a waste of time, but rather had its own reasons.

Seeing that the princess before him could remain rational and did not react with shock and confusion like a soap opera heroine, Li Cheng felt somewhat relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that this was a truly independent and rational being.

He smiled and began to explain:

"Well, the specifics are rather complicated. Let me show you a picture of Phillips... Oops, Oops, it's a portrait of Phillips. Maybe that will make things clearer."

As Li Cheng spoke, he took out a prepared sketch and slowly spread it out on the table.

This is a half-length portrait of Li Cheng that Phillips painted for him when he modeled for him.

The "girl" in the painting is wearing a pink Rococo-style dress designed specifically for her. She sits obediently on a large, soft black armchair. While exuding girlishness and cuteness, this cross-dresser also winks mischievously, as if she is about to smile at the artist at any moment. The smile is more than just a smile.

Looking at the portrait of Phillips in front of me.

Veronique's gaze gradually turned cold, and she said expressionlessly, "Take back this portrait of your lover. Don't take the wrong one next time."

No, I didn't take the wrong one.