C9 A Masked Magician!

She walked out of the hotel, tears streaming down her face.

She felt her heart ache. The longer she held it in, the fiercer she vented it. Tang Nuanyang walked to a coconut tree and looked at the sea. Hot tears rolled down her face.

The sea breeze blew and her dress fluttered. Even her hair was messy.

She looked at the surging sea water in the darkness and felt very close to it. It was as if that was her best home. In this world, she was alone. Her family, her husband, and even her first love, which was hidden deep in her heart, had all left her, not even her memories.

A white rose suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She was so shocked that she did not even have time to wipe her tears. She took two steps back and retreated into a wall of flesh. There was even a large palm on her waist.

She looked up in horror. Taking advantage of the moonlight, she saw a mask on his face. He was wearing a tall hat. The only thing she could see was his narrow nose and his thin lips. His eyes were covered by the brim of the hat. His attire was mysterious.

"Who are you?" Tang Nuanyang did not know if he was from China or a foreigner, but she spoke to him in English.

The man wrapped his arm around her waist and shook the white rose in his hand, turning it into a handkerchief. "I am a magician!"

Tang Nuanyang looked at his hand in surprise. She took the handkerchief naturally and pulled it. It was clearly a flower just now. "So powerful."

"Beautiful lady, the handkerchief is used to wipe, not to pull." The man took her hand and gently pressed it on her face, wiping away the tears on her face.

A stranger and a simple action made her feel warm in her heart.

She also saw a small ring on his little finger. The ring shone with silver light in her eyes.

At this moment, her actions were so ambiguous, but she did not push him away. This sort of frivolous approach to strangers made her feel as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff. She was dangerous and depraved, but she also felt at ease. She felt as if she could speak freely.

"Magician, do you know that in this world, everyone needs warmth, but I'm so cold, so lonely.

"Don't be afraid, as long as you hold onto a little bit, it won't be cold." The man's strong arm tightly wrapped around her, bent down and leaned his head against her shoulder. He spoke fluent French, which sounded very moving.

Tang Nuanyang slowly smiled. "You are right. As long as I hold onto a little, it won't be cold. It's just that I don't have anyone I can hold onto.

"Don't you have a husband?"

"Yes, but he will never be the person who holds me tightly because he doesn't love me.

"Then do you love him?" The man's voice revealed a trace of nervousness.

Tang Nuanyang thought for a long time. "I don't know." In the end, she did not dare to answer honestly because she was afraid that when she heard it, she would feel even more despair.

The man's lips pressed over without any warning. They covered her lips and carried a strong desire. Tang Nuanyang was so scared that she hurriedly broke free and ran back to the hotel as if she had lost her life.

Sitting on the sofa in the lobby, she was still in shock. She was really crazy just now. She was almost violated by a stranger!

She did not know how long she had been sitting there. The wound between her legs had healed after the rupture. The white handkerchief fourth uncle tied to her had been dyed red. She staggered back to her room. When she walked to the door, she saw Luo Juntian with his hands in his pockets. He was standing in front of her door. His tall and straight figure and handsome face showed his innate nobility.

When he saw her, he frowned and asked, "Where did you go?"

"I went to see my lover." Tang Nuanyang just did it to the end and told him so.