Remaining calm in the face of danger is Olivia's basic quality. After all, her profession is accustomed to life and death, but at this moment, her body is terrifyingly stiff.

People are always afraid of the unknown, as she is now, not knowing what kind of inhumane torment this devil will face next.

But she was Olivia, who grew up in a family that seemed glamorous but was actually ugly and deformed.

The handsome face of the man, painted with oil, slowly magnified in her eyes, and the hot breath sprayed on her face.

She exhaled slightly: "Colonel Evander, I know there's a place that can solve your physical problem. Thirty miles east of the forest area, there's a carnival bar."

Evander was strict in his military discipline and would never allow soldiers to visit prostitutes while on duty, but it was a secret that some soldiers who couldn't hold back would sneak there to solve their problems.

His eyes were as cold as night, and she had imagined him as a venting beast.

His lips curled a hint of playfulness, and he gently held her earlobe in his mouth: "A thousand miles of spring breeze are not as good as sleeping with you."

The man was so unapproachable that she could hardly see through him.

"Shameless!"

He chuckled and stroked her lips with the pads of his fingers, his fingers passing through her delicate neck and stopping at her undulating mountains: "36D? A good figure, just to my liking."

Despite her anger, she still retains her sanity. She is no match for this man, but she can't die.

She turned her head to the side in despair and composure: "It's done to take me to the airport."

Her fingers curled up slowly, even for Delilah, she had to live, today as if bitten by a mad dog, she closed her eyes in despair.

Evander looked down at the woman who was right in front of her, suppressing her burning desire, and a trace of heartbreak passed through her heart.

He fastened her neatly to the back seat with his belt.

She suddenly opened her eyes and pretended to be calm, teasing, "I never expected that the sanctimonious Colonel Evander would actually like SM."

He held her in his arms with his long arm, and their breaths interlaced: "SM? I like... Play for a lifetime."

She was stunned for a moment: "A lifetime is a long time. It's a joke you can't afford to play."

Not to mention that she had only had two encounters with this man, and she wouldn't believe that he would love her to the point of death. Besides, Evander, who is on the peak of a snow-capped mountain, cold and rational, is mostly a man without love or concern.

He got up and started the car.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Find a place where you can SM."

“……”

She was restless all the way, trying to break free but to no avail.

He was in a very good mood, looking up at the rear-view mirror from time to time, with the corners of his lips slightly upturned.

The car sped through the thick forest and came to a stop at a military camp, surrounded by continuous tents and walking soldiers, solemn and quiet.

This was probably their secret military base, but what did he mean by bringing her here?

He bent down and carried her out of the carriage, strode towards the largest tent in the middle, and she was neither noisy nor noisy, but just quietly looking around.

"Stop looking, you can't escape."

He actually saw through her mind.

When she entered the tent, she realized it was an operating room full of doctors.

Did he want her to join them? But she was wrong.

He placed her on the operating table and ordered, "Get out of here all of you!"

All of them vanished into the tent at lightning speed.

She struggled to sit up: "Evander, what on earth do you want to do?"

He picked up a tool with a handle, but the tip was very thin, like a tattoo.

"I'm a vengeful man, and since you let me see blood, I should let you see some red too."

She swallowed nervously, and still glared at him stubbornly and angrily.

He smiled and turned her over, unzipped her back with one hand, and pulled his dress down to his waist and hips.

"Evander, you jerk!"

Looking at his porcelain-white skin, his upturned hips, his underside tensed and his voice a little hoarse: "Be good, don't move, it will be all right in a moment."

There was a slight tingling in her waist.

"All right."

He loosened the belt on her hand and fastened it around her waist.

She turned her head to look at her waist, and there was a Wolf totem.

Damn it! How could he put his mark on her and treat her as a plaything?

She raised her hand to slap him, but her arm was tightly clenched, suddenly pulled, and she fell into his arms: "Be good, stop making a fuss, when the wedding room comes at night, you hit wherever you want, and I'll hit your bottom."

She was so angry that her face turned red and she grinned her teeth: 'Bastard!'

He chuckled softly, "House of Bernadotte's tutoring is indeed good. It seems that you would curse those two words."

She glared at him angrily and searched her entire mind, only to utter two words: "Bastard!"

He laughed even harder and blew into her ear: "Well, I'll be fooling around for you tonight."

He adjusted his headphones and said, "Let Hector bring people in!"

A throng of men, all soldiers, came in, and they saluted in unison with a loud voice: "Happy wedding, General and Lady!"

Evander, like a bandit just now, knelt down on one knee, a gentleman, and took out his ring.

She looked at him coldly: "What are you doing?"

"Proposing."

Her brain was blown up. Is this a proposal, the hell? It's just bandit snatching a bride.

"Evander, are you kidding?"

First hijacking her, then tattooing her with a humiliating mark, and now such a dramatic proposal?

She turned her head to look at the operating table, fixed her gaze on a scalpel, and tried to rush over, but bumped into a hard wall of flesh.

He clutched her waist tightly: "Be good, stop it, so many brothers are watching."

'Get out! I'm going to marry my fiance in just over ten days."

He suddenly clutched her waist, a sneer curling at the corner of his lips: "It seems I need to make you see the reality, Hector, bring the documents to the lady."

"Yes!"

A dark-skinned and handsome soldier took out two small red books from his bag. To his surprise, they were marriage certificates.

Olivia was stunned. When she opened the marriage certificate, it was indeed her and Evander, and it was real!

She suddenly understood what the powerful Evander couldn't do.

She angrily tore the marriage certificate to pieces.

Evander smiled as he handed her another one: "You can tear up as many as you like if you're happy."

She staggered back: 'Devil!'

"The lady is tired. Send her back to rest."

Immediately two female soldiers carried her away, one on the left and one on the right.

The soldier led her into a tunnel, and then she saw a villa with pavilions, pavilions and flowers, but she had no heart to admire them.

Soon she was led into a room decorated in understated but flamboyant colors.

"Madam, I am Aria and she is Zoe. If you need anything, just let us know."

"Could you give me a pistol, please?" she sneered.

AriaZoe looked at each other with a hint of helplessness on her face. "Madam, the general is actually very nice."

"Get out!"

She was so angry that she threw the red bed sheets and quilts on the floor and smashed everything in the room that was stained with red.

After venting, calm down, she must run away tonight!

At this moment, a series of resounding footsteps came, and she stared fixedly at the door.