Just an enemy, don't kneel down and confess your feelings in front of me

The only thing that can help Ryan achieve this is——

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and I admit what I did. You should only punish me!"

Cecilia looked up at Ryan, her pretty face flushed with anger, and she was accusing Ryan.

"I've fallen into your hands, and I accept it. I also accept the humiliation and punishment you've humiliated me like before."

"Even if you have other punishments, I won't resist. This is what I should bear, but it has nothing to do with others."

"How could you do this to her!"

Cecilia was filled with righteous indignation and kept questioning Ryan.

This sounds quite impressive.

But in reality, her people... were kneeling in front of Ryan.

With her long, beautiful legs bent, Cecilia knelt on the ground and could only look up at Ryan.

This kind of perspective makes people want to conquer it.

The contrast between this princess, who says the toughest words but does the most cowardly things, really makes people want to laugh.

But will Ryan have any psychological burden?

Just kidding, not at all.

"Sister Cecilia, your aunt still has her charm."

Facing Cecilia's somewhat dazed face.

Ryan said naturally,

"I'm sorry, I've fallen in love with someone else."

Ryan's words were clear and concise. He directly revealed his thoughts, without caring about Cecilia's identity and without wanting to hide anything from her.

But this attitude and these straightforward words directly hit Cecilia's weakness.

Chapter 7: The noble princess succumbs to the evil villain

Listen to Ryan.

Cecilia's pupils contracted, and her body tensed unconsciously. Her pretty face could no longer maintain the indignant look it had before, and she became visibly flustered.

This time, she was really panicked.

If, because of my own motives, I let my aunt fall into the hands of this brat...

No!

Cecilia straightened up and subconsciously grabbed Ryan's clothes at the waist, trying to stop him.

But she has no qualifications or bargaining chips.

You are a prisoner and no one is interested in you. What can you do?

"So, Sister Cecilia, just stay here obediently."

Ryan pinched Cecilia's face, feeling the softness and delicacy in his hands. He looked at Cecilia's dazed and flustered expression, sneered, and left leisurely.

Cecilia was directly placed in a small dark room by Ryan.

The huge house was empty with only her in it. The dark environment made it easy for people to overthink.

This is placed in play.

But it is in such an environment that a person can express his true thoughts.

Cecilia felt even more uncomfortable as she bit her red lips with her pearly teeth.

She sat on the bed, hugging her beautiful legs with her arms, rubbing her legs constantly. The dry black stockings made a rustling sound, but it couldn't bring her back to her senses at all.

She looked at the darkness ahead with empty eyes, her heart full of worry and regret.

What would Ryan do to his aunt?

If I hadn't wanted to assassinate the Queen, why would my aunt...

Sure enough, if you do something wrong, you will suffer retribution.

From the beginning, I shouldn't have involved innocent people!

The following days were particularly difficult for Cecilia.

The mental torture was more unbearable than the physical torture. Cecilia felt that every day was a year and her heart was always in her throat.

This time, adaptive growth is useless, because it cannot adapt to such things that trample on the moral bottom line.

She had no idea.

After all, it was too difficult for her to watch her aunt's decline step by step.

Cecilia, who had been observing Ryan and his aunt, found that the boy's demands were becoming more and more excessive.

At first, the boy just gave him a verbal lesson.

The sound of lectures could be heard frequently, and even though Cecilia was hiding in the room, she could hear it clearly.

"Madam, you are so disobedient, what should I do with you?"

Ryan looked at Rosalia in front of him, seeming a little distressed.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Rosalia was cautious in front of Ryan.

"I, I will never again..."

"Oh, never again? Do you believe that?"

The young man sneered and scolded without any hesitation.

"Besides, you shouldn't say this to me. Go tell His Majesty."

"Are you worthy of His Majesty's trust in you and the kindness He has shown you by doing this?"

"Um...yes, I'm sorry..."

Whenever the princess heard the boy scolding his aunt and his aunt's cautious response, she would clench her hands and her breathing would become a little rapid because of anger.

But as time passes.

The boy seemed no longer satisfied with just verbal teaching and started to engage in physical contact.

The first time, Cecilia saw her aunt being held in Ryan's arms.

With her back to Ryan, Cecilia leaned in Ryan's arms, her delicate hands tightly grasping her clothes, her delicate body a little tense because of nervousness.

Ryan was not polite at all to such a wife. His hands around her waist were not honest, but kept rubbing her.

Ryan buried his head in his wife's neck, breathing softly.

"Madam, you have such a great figure. I guess you must take good care of yourself, right?"

"No, it's not..."

Rosalia spoke softly, and between her intermittent words, she unconsciously squeezed Ryan's hand.

Her original intention seemed to be to take Ryan's hand away, but for various reasons, she seemed to be reluctant to accept it and pressed the boy's hand against herself.

Seeing this scene, the princess who was hiding in the house bit her red lips.

Not long after, the boy's actions changed again, becoming a little bolder.

Ryan sat on the sofa, but let Rosalia sit in her arms.

His palm brushed over the pair of beautiful legs in black silk stockings, feeling the original delicate smoothness and the fusion with the silky black silk. Ryan exerted a little force with his palm, as if it was about to sink into it, full of warmth and softness.

"Madam, you have a really nice figure. It's much better than those young girls."

"It's really hard to put it down..."

Facing the boy's teasing.

The wife could only lower her head, almost burying it in front of her body, and her pair of black silk legs, which were treated as toys, could only be stretched as far as possible, and her jade feet tightened, just to give the young man an excellent experience.

Not long after.

The two people's postures changed again.

Rosalia knelt on the bed with her long, beautiful legs folded up. Her originally delicate and plump legs were squeezed, making them less tight but more attractive to the eyes.

If it were a pillow, I think no other pillow could compare to it.

That's what Ryan did.

Resting his head on this pair of black silk legs, with the soft and elastic feeling behind his head, delicate and smooth, and the fragrance lingering around his nose, Ryan turned his head and hugged his wife, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

"The madam is really nice."

In response, the wife could only blush and lower her head, not daring to respond.

Seeing all this, the elegant and noble Princess couldn't help but stamp her feet.

This can't go on like this!

If Ryan continued to attack his aunt, within two days, this kind and gentle aunt would probably be tricked into bed.

She didn't dare to imagine what kind of tricks would be used on her simple aunt. She was afraid that her aunt would not resist, but would only bite her lips and cry sadly.

This kid is going too far!

But Ryan said he couldn't take the blame.

I just suggested the possibility of such correction. As for the performance plot, many of them were handled by my wife herself.

Especially the most outrageous scenes, all of which were arranged by his wife herself, and she even took Ryan through a rehearsal, striving to achieve the best performance effect.

Ryan felt a little emotional about this.

They can actually come up with so many ways to play. The knowledge reserves of the older generation are a bit too rich.

As for Rosalia herself, she did not feel any humiliation during this period.

The plot she designed herself was truly a true portrayal of herself.

Her shyness, reluctance, cooperation, and a touch of tenderness were all her genuine thoughts.

after all.

This boy is so handsome and outstanding!

After spending two days together, the older sister's affection for the boy continued to grow.

There was a hint of pink in her eyes when she looked at the boy.

Ryan's appearance was already very popular with the older girls, not to mention that Ryan was indebted to her in a certain sense. The two of them had been getting more intimate with each other over the past two days...

How could a wife who had never experienced love resist?

Looking at the young man in front of her, Rosalia was full of doubts.

He smells so good, why doesn’t my niece know how to cherish him?

No, no, this is my niece's boyfriend. I have just been correcting my niece with him these past two days!

As an elder, how could I think like this?

Rosalia lowered her head and felt ashamed of her thoughts.

But she soon found reasons to justify herself.

I do all this for my niece!

The boy is indeed very handsome and outstanding, and he really touches her heart, but it is not okay for an old cow to eat young grass!

Especially since she is now her niece's boyfriend, it is even more unacceptable for her as her aunt.

With her mind in a mess, Rosalia returned to her home.

But in her home, there was a visitor who had been waiting for a long time. It was Feng Aotian, the White Silk Saint.

Under the sunlight, Iris seemed to be wrapped in holy light, and her face was not clear.

But her blonde hair, proud tall figure, especially the big breasts in front of her that were no less handsome than his wife's, and her long and slender legs in white silk, were also particularly eye-catching.