She turned around and saw Evander's mischievous, handsome face.

At this moment, she really wanted to cut this shameless face with the sharp knife in her hand, and then gouge out his eyes with all her might!

She had never been bullied in her life, but this fellow had bullied her in various ways again and again.

He took her wrist with one hand, wrapped her waist with the other, clung to her body, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Be good, be careful not to hurt yourself."

She tried to kneel down to attack his vital spot, but was caught tightly by his legs.

"If you destroy it, your whole life of happiness will be ruined."

He said this while maliciously rubbing her tummy with the firmness beneath him.

It was Evander, yellow and violent!

His arms were filled with the scent of a woman, and he lowered his head to kiss her, but she turned his face away.

"I'm hungry."

'I too... Hungry."

She glared at him fiercely, her body stiffening.

He finally felt a bit reluctant and carried her down the stairs with his arms crossed over: "Feed you first, keep you plump, and you'll taste even better later."

“……”

She is very hungry now, but she can't eat because she has been held in his arms all the time, and there has always been her bottom pressed against him.

He took a spoonful of caviar and placed it on her lips: "Open your mouth and swallow it."

She opened her mouth obediently, but even the most delicious food became tasteless.

"Evander, I'd like to talk to him."

"No talk in bed, no talk in food, let's talk about anything after the meal."

She was forced by him for half a small can of caviar, a cup of warm milk and a beef toast, and the meal was a torment.

Having fed her, he began to eat the meal, very fast but as elegant as a nobleman.

"What do you want to say to me again?"

"I don't like you treating me like this. I'm human too, not your pet!"

His palm moved around her: "So you like it this way? Or like this?"

She gave up. There was no reason to talk to such a person. It seemed she had to find another way.

He took a call and put on his military uniform to leave, but as he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "I'll give you a present in a few days. I'm sure you'll like it."

She frowned slightly. Could it be that he wanted to give her a few more sex underwear sets?

He was away for three days, which made her very happy, but counting on her fingers, there were only ten days left until her wedding with Sterling, and she had to get back as soon as possible.

She had to get out of the Wolf's den as soon as possible, and she believed that with the power of House of De Rossi, she would be able to get rid of Evander, the devil with a vile taste.

Though it was an underground palace, it felt like the outside world, with sunlight and gentle breezes shining in the small garden, elegant and beautiful.

She was swinging on the swing when suddenly a little white thing ran by. The little thing looked like a Wolf or a dog and was licking her toes affectionately.

She happily crouched down and stroked its fur: "Whose little fellow are you? Are you lost?"

"Like it? It's a little snow Wolf."

Evander came against the light, tall and handsome in his military uniform, with the metal on the brochure shining like his eyes at the moment.

She gave a faint "oh" and lowered her head to tease the little snow Wolf: "What name do you think I'll give you?" It's said that a pet's temperament follows its owner. Your master is yellow, violent, and has a bad taste. So I'll call you Huang , Do you like this name?"

Huang? Evander's lips twitched. Let her be, as long as she's happy.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, he came over and touched her hair: "With it by your side in the future, you won't be too lonely."

She gave him a disapproving look: "Man and beast can't communicate."

Was she a double entendre? He frowned, his eyes brimming with hostility: "Olivia, don't think I don't know your little thoughts. Aren't you just trying to escape to see your lover? I tell you, never in this life! You married me, live as my Evander man, die as my Evander ghost!"

She was pinned against the cold wall by him, her eyes like those of a hungry Wolf, the sun was scorching, but her back was cold.

He held her jaw tightly and tried to kiss her, but she smelled the blood on him and pretended to vomit.

He did not let go, his eyes full of mockery: "A person with a scalpel in his hand, who has seen all kinds of flesh and blood, can't stand the smell of blood?"

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, and charged into her mouth with an air of dominance.

She opened her mouth to bite him, but he pinched her jaw.

"Oh, are you a dog? Do you bite people at every turn?"

"You're the dog!"

Well, then you are the dog... Day."

He continued to kiss her unhesitatingly, a kiss turned into a contest, and she kissed back with her eyes wide open, stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, but unfortunately she was no match for him, and soon became weak and collapsed in his arms.

She panted in his arms: "Evander, since you want me to be your wife, you should give me freedom."

"Ha ha, you cunning little fox, just gave me a little sweet treat and you want to take interest? Huh?"

"I just don't want to be a loser. My hands are still used to holding scalpels."

He held her hand and placed it on his burning spot, his voice hoarse: "I'll get used to being close to it in the future too."

The yellow and violent Colonel Evander started to be a rogue again.

Her eyes lit up: "Huh? So you agree?"

He smiled and stroked her slender, white and tender hands: "From now on, these hands will only serve me."

“……”

Early the next morning Evander picked her up and threw her a uniform: "Put it on in ten minutes. I'll wait for you at the door."

She quickly put the uniform on her body, tied it up in a neat ponytail, and showed up in front of him on time.

He looked her down and frowned slightly. Her loose uniform looked so graceful, especially when the waistband tightened her small waist, making her look like a little fairy with a big chest and a small waist.

"You stay in the camp and take care of the wounded."

What's the difference between that and being watched in the underground palace? Did she run away?

She took his arm and said, "I haven't seen my man on the battlefield."

How could he find that sentence so useful? Especially the word 'his own man' was scratching his heart like a little hook.

He immediately held her hand in the palm of his hand and his voice softened: "OK. From now on, you will know that your man is extremely brave both on the battlefield and in bed."

She was secretly delighted. Whether she could escape or not was up to today, but she realized she had been overjoyed a little too early. She had indeed become one of the doctors on the battlefield, only Evander's personal doctor.

Evander is the king of the command room, decisive and domineering.

"Blast a hole in the northwest corner of the D legion and destroy their command room."

"Immediately order Leo with the elite of two companies to stop the assault at Dadukou, so that they are not connected at all ends and will throw themselves into disarray!"

There was a commotion outside, and Evander frowned as he went out, and Olivia followed.