In the video, Freya actually grabbed a black lump and stuffed it into her mouth, and ate it to her heart's content, with a triumphant smile and a sense of revenge on her face.

The little nurse stopped her and shouted, "Miss Olivia, that's feces that can't be eaten!" It's crazy! '

Oh! She really put on a good show, Olivia giggled. This little sister is not only stupid, but also cruel to herself, but unfortunately this ruthlessness is used in the wrong place. She is disgusting only to herself.

When she returned to the manor, seeing Evander's military white shirt in the bedroom, she thought he was back, and her heart began to beat involuntarily.

But when she opened the bathroom door, there was no one inside. She walked over, picked up the white shirt and smelled the faint scent of a woman on it, and her face changed slightly. It was clearly not her smell. Could it be that he had another woman outside, and this' evidence 'was openly present in their bedroom?

At dinner, there was only her at the big table, and the feeling of emptiness, she suddenly remembered a sentence, that marrying a soldier is marrying loneliness, because most of the time they are either in the military camp or on their way to the military camp.

As Aria cleared the table, she couldn't help asking, "Has the general been back? I saw him put his military shirt on the bed."

"That was delivered by Amanda."

"Amanda?"

"The daughter of the general's mentor, and they grew up together."

For fear Olivia might misunderstand, she added, "The general only treats her as a sister."

Oh, when did he have a childhood friend, and this sister deliberately placed the shirt on the bed, and the scent on the shirt was so strong that it was clearly telling her that she had worn it.

Back in the bedroom, Olivia only found the dress conspicuous and picked it up and threw it all into the trash can. She tossed and turned in bed. Evander knew everything about her situation, but what about him? He seemed reluctant to mention it, and since they couldn't be honest, how could they trust him?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Then a sound of footsteps came and she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be fast asleep.

Sure enough, a familiar scent was approaching. It was Evander without a doubt.

He raised his hand and patted her pouted little bottom: "Asleep?"

At the thought of the shirt that the woman had worn, she was so angry that she closed her eyes and didn't want to talk to him.

He saw her quivering eyelashes and a mischievous smile flashed in his eyes: "This is more comfortable, as long as you want, as long as you want."

She was lying on her side, and her silk pajamas slipped over her shoulders, revealing her beautiful and fair neck, her sexy collarbone, and the chasm in front of her, which made him feel parched, after all, he hadn't eaten meat for a week.

He squinted his hands and rubbed them hard, and a tingling sensation came, she could no longer hold on, but she was angry and kicked him with her foot, but he seized his ankle and pulled him forward with force.

The nightgown slipped down at the base of her thighs, revealing her fair legs, while somewhere of him was pressing between her legs.

"Wife, are you so eager to get it?"

"I want your head! Get out! '

He laughed and pulled out the belt: "Here's the head for you."

He pounced and she struggled hard: "Evander, don't touch me!"

He was hard by nature, and now this soft body kept rubbing against him, igniting the fire all over him and making it impossible to stop.

He impatiently tied her hands to the bedside, tore her nightgown and threw it on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice, "Be good, take care of my feelings too. I've been eating dirt for a week."

He pushed his way in, releasing his bone-deep longing and passion with great excitement.

She suddenly stopped struggling, and tears couldn't be held back. When his lips touched her moist cheeks, he couldn't help but halt his movements.

"What's the matter? Did I hurt you? '

He felt that he had been a bit too eager and had been pushing in without much foreplay. It seemed that ever since he met this woman, he had become an insatiable person. To put it in a bad way, every time he saw the alluring her, as he approached slowly, it began to harden there, as if she was his aphrodisiac, leaving him beyond cure.

But when she cried, his heart broke into pieces, and he raised his hand to wipe her tears haphazardly: "All right, all right, I'm not doing well."

He toughened his heart and withdrew, drawing in a breath of cold air, feeling really bad, but he still patiently coaxed her: "What's wrong with you?"

He then unfastened the belt from her hand, but unexpectedly she grabbed it and slapped it hard.

He didn't dodge at all. The belt hit him right in the face, and a blood-red belt mark immediately appeared on his handsome face.

He was furious. How could he go to the recruit company to give a lecture?

"Olivia, you're crazy!"

He raised his palm high, but couldn't bear to lower it, and glared at her fiercely with his eyes: "If I hadn't thought you were a woman, I would have beaten you all over the ground with teeth!"

Since he became the king of the army, no one would dare to bully him like this, not to mention that he was now a general, that was the face of the country, how could he go out to meet people tomorrow?

"You fight, you fight!

"Ha! Do you think I dare not touch you? '

He turned her over directly, raised his hand and struck her fair, slippery PP a few times, It felt pretty good, quite elastic, who knew that the person who couldn't stand it in the end became him, and there seemed to be a kind of evil fire running all over his body.

Olivia knew very well that being rough, she was no match for him, being a hooligan, she couldn't beat him, that only...

She bit her tongue and wailed.

He stopped what he was doing, feeling somewhat at a loss. His tone was filled with arrogance, grievance and worry: "Hey, I just came back from the mud pile. Did I provoke you?"

Instead, she was crying even harder, and he thought she was being unreasonable. He was so angry that his teeth were itching and he was so heartbroken that he handed her his belt and said, "Do as you please."

She suddenly stopped crying and blinked her big, wet eyes: "That's what you said.

He was at a loss for words for a moment, but was charmed by her endearing appearance, and nodded in a strange way: "What I said is a military order made!"

Olivia quickly got up, pushed him down to the bed, and tied his hands tightly with a belt to the head of the bed. The little face still with tears was a little calculating, a little smug, and he just looked at it with a kind of infatuation, that gaze was almost doting.

"What do you want?"

"What do you say?"

"Play SM, relive old dreams?"