C9 A Masked Magician!

Out of the hotel, tears are flowing uncontrollably.

The longer she held it in, the fiercer she vented it out. Tang Nuanyang walked to the bottom of a coconut tree and looked at the sea. Hot and hot tears rolled down her face.

The sea breeze blew and her clothes fluttered. Even her hair that was tied up was messy.

Looking at the sea that was surging in the darkness, she felt very close. It was as if that was the best place for her to return to, and she was lonely in this world. Family, husband, the first love that was hidden in the bottom of her heart... They left her one by one, not even remembering her.

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

She raised her head in a slightly frightened manner. Taking advantage of the moonlight, she saw a masked face. The only thing she could see was a tall hat and a narrow nose. And a pair of eyes that were as thin as cicada's wings and covered by the brim of the hat. It 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 arms 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 and very naturally took the handkerchief 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 pulled her hand and gently pressed it on her face, wiping away the tears on her face.

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

She also saw that there was a thin ring on his little finger that flashed with silver light in her pupils.

At this moment, his actions were so ambiguous, but she did not push him away. This kind of frivolous approach with strangers made her feel as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff. It was dangerous and degenerate, but she also felt at ease. She felt that 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 hug a little tighter, it won't be cold anymore." The man's strong arms tightly wrapped around her. He bent down and leaned his head on her shoulder. He spoke fluent French, which sounded touching.

Tang Nuanyang slowly smiled. "You are right. As long as you hug a little tighter, it will not be cold. It is just that I do not have anyone to hug tightly."

"Don't you have a husband?"

"Yes, but he will never be the one hugging me tightly because he does not love me."

"Then do you love him?" The man's voice sounded nervous.

Tang Nuanyang thought about this question for a long time. "I... I don't know." In the end, she did not dare to answer honestly because she was afraid that if she heard it, she would be even more desperate.

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

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

She did not know how long she had been sitting for, but the wound between her legs had healed and then split open. The white handkerchief that Fourth Uncle had tied her up had already been dyed red. She turned and went back to her room. When she walked to the door, she was surprised to see Lo Juntian standing in front of her door with his hands in his pocket. That tall and straight figure and handsome face showed his innate nobility.

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

"She went to meet her lover." Tang Nuanyang did not take a second break and just said this to him.