C3 Idiotic Girl

Sunset filtered in through the single iron window of the chamber.

The door opened soundlessly as Lang Xie slowly walked in. The girl on the ground curled up into a ball, like a small animal trapped in its lair.

He walked over, pulled on the rope, and the tendon fell to the ground with a clatter.

The young girl did not jump up as she had expected. Her hands were tied up with deep scars and the breath in her mouth was dying away. It was obvious that her two days of hunger had already brought her to the verge of collapse. The chamber was filled with huge granite, and her body was as cold as granite.

Lang Xie raised his hand and was about to flip over her, but the moment she touched him, she immediately burrowed into his embrace, trembling. "Cool … Cold... "You're warm …"

This was the first time he had heard a complete sentence from a girl. The accent was a bit strange. If he listened carefully, it was actually the language of the people living in the countryside.

He reached out and removed a lid from the stone table. The fragrance of the pastries assaulted his nostrils; it was originally a natural thermal pot with a delicate plate inside. The heat from the pastries had yet to dissipate, but as soon as the lid was removed, a room full of sweetness spread out. The girl in his arms had originally snuggled close to him to warm up. When she smelled the fragrance, she immediately scuttled over and almost fell to the ground when she threw herself at him. She grabbed a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth and started munching on it.

The girl was not done yet, even the bits and pieces on her fingers had been sucked clean. Her red tongue stuck out, licking her lips, and she said vaguely, "It's really delicious …" "I've never eaten anything so good …"

Then, his hands casually wiped a few times on the skirt that was almost torn into strips of cloth.

It was as if her life had always been this way, and it was not in the least suspicious that she had ever eaten anything like it.

After she ate and drank to her fill, even her eyes lit up. Her dark red face was suddenly suffused with a layer of extremely bright luster.

Her eyes searched the entire room while her hand was under the open stone wall, trying to find something to eat. In the end, disappointment appeared in her eyes and she took another step back when she turned to look at Lang Xie.

Lang Xie was dumbstruck and slowly realized a problem. Furthermore, when his gaze landed on the tattered cloth strips on the girl's body, the feeling became even more obvious: she was an idiot.

At the very least, her intelligence couldn't even compare to that of an average person.

He had quietly become a living knot the day before yesterday. Not to mention an assassin, even an ordinary person could leap into the air. However, in such a long period of time, she had never thought about escaping.

"Delicious …" Delicious... Is there anything else? "

The young girl stuttered as she held his hand, revealing a childish expression. She didn't know that this man in front of her could kill her at any time.

This was the first time that Lang Xie had been captured, and he did not know how to respond.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, but he never expected that this' assassin 'would be such a fool.

Could he have captured the wrong person? The real assassin had already escaped?

His gaze turned and landed on the heart scripture scroll on the ground. He immediately picked it up and shook it: "What is your name?"

A trace of craftiness suddenly appeared in her eyes. She rolled her eyes and did not reply. But this cunning was by no means adult, it was the trick of a child, as she stared at the empty plate on the table, as if to say, Give me a little more and I'll tell you.

Lang Xie King actually understood what was going on and chuckled. He pressed the bell and a servant walked in. He instructed, "Prepare a few pastries immediately." The servant accepted the order. When he saw the servant's astonished gaze, he immediately said, "Prepare a few new sets of clothes."

The servant's eyeballs almost fell out, but he still did as he was told.

As the door to the secret room closed, the last rays of the setting sun were gentle and lingering, and the young girl's tanned skin was firm and supple. Especially her two legs, which stood side by side, and her torn lapels, one could faintly see her chest rise and fall, not too high, but firm and healthy, possessing the youthfulness and liveliness unique to young girls.

Even if she was an idiot, that didn't stop her from developing into a complete woman. She had everything a woman should have. Especially the two legs that were standing together, they gave off a kind of childish and immature feeling, which was the complete opposite of a debauchee woman. Once a woman has sex with someone, her pelvis will expand and her legs will no longer be able to stand side by side like this.

This was the greatest difference between a young woman and a young girl.

Of course, it was not as if Lang Xie had never seen women before in his life. It could even be said that every woman he had ever seen was much more beautiful than this one.

The girl turned to the window, her hands on it, greedily watching the last of the sunset. All he could see was her back, faintly visible beneath the torn cloth, her skin tight and bouncing like a full bow.

He stepped forward and put his arm around her waist.

Surprisingly, she did not struggle as she leaned her head slightly against him in a very comfortable manner. This kind of action was obvious to Lang Xie who had been through a lot of fun. This was definitely the first time she was getting close to a man.

"Warm... "You're warm …"

Even in midsummer, the ground covered with giant boulders still felt chilly. The young girl's skin was ice-cold. After sticking closely to a burning man, she instinctively stuck even closer to his embrace, with almost no gaps at all.

His voice was surprisingly gentle. "What's your name? I'll give you the best pastries ever. "

"Su..." "A virgin …"

"You're called Su Nu?"

"They gave me... Female... "Give me …"

Lang Xie immediately understood that someone had given her the scripture.

"Who gave it to you?"

"I don't know... Delicious... The man gave me a delicious biscuit and told me to stay put... When the pie was finished, you grabbed me... "How terrifying …"

Her voice was slow, stammering, but she wasn't thinking about what to say next.

Lang Xie's eyes flashed as he grabbed a piece of the torn piece of cloth from her body with his large hand. Indeed, there were still some crumbs of bread that had become hard.

This was something that Lang Xie Wang had not noticed before.

Only then did he realize that he had caught the wrong person — the crafty female assassin from before had already run away. It seemed that she was really being cautious with her actions. She had actually set up all her tools long ago.

The girl had been imprisoned in the secret room for several days. It was hard for her to imagine an assassin being this meticulous before — even Lang Xie would have to admire her if she could fake things to this extent.

At this moment, the suspicion in his heart had been removed by five to six points.

When she looked up, her hair was tickling in his neck. The setting sun shone onto her hair, covering it with a thin layer of gauze.

Lang Xie rubbed her hair and her breathing became even more uneven. He suddenly lowered his head and bit onto the girl's neck.

The girl giggled and wriggled, trying to escape his grasp. However, with this twist, Lang Xie's entire body felt like it was on fire, and was surprisingly stiff.

He said hoarsely, "Don't move … "Don't move …"

But how could she understand? He just giggled and twisted his body even more.

Lang Xie's breathing quickened. It was as if his palm was placed on fire and even the girl could feel it. She said in shock, "Hot … Hot... "You're so hot …"

Lang Xie lowered his head and kissed her chattering lips.

For a long time, just like a drowning person, suddenly losing the power to rise and fall … Lang Xie felt that there was a place on his body that was so hot that it was about to explode.

Her hands, which had been struggling desperately, slowly became a kind of gentleness, obedience, even quiet — like the flowers that bloomed quietly in the spring, without any danger or lethality.

At this moment, the secret compartment of the secret chamber opened, and the attendants had already put down their things. They tactfully retreated. The moment the girl smelled the food, she immediately wanted to push King Lang Xie away, but how agile was King Lang Xie? He smiled, picked up the plate, and casually shook it. There was something in that bowl of sweet soup.

Of course the girl could not see it. He turned around and handed the sweet soup over, "Drink it. This is delicious. "

The girl drank it all in one go.

After a full bowl of soup, she wasn't very hungry anymore, so she sat down along the wall with her eyes closed, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Lang Xie asked curiously, "You're full, why aren't you leaving?"

She said sleepily, "I didn't eat …" He didn't eat anything when he went out … "There's food here …"

While yawning, he leaned against the wall and fell into a deep slumber.

Lang Xie did not know whether to laugh or cry. Was this idiot going to stay here and be a customer for a long time?

The silence around her made her breathing seem clearer. King Lang Xie squatted down and pulled up a sliver of torn cloth. The place where he touched was definitely not made of silk or silk, but it was an ordinary cloth. It was even very rough. This was the common attire worn by the young ladies of the lower middle class in the area. Even if this girl had never been displaced, her family background would definitely not be good. An assassin couldn't possibly be dressed like this.

Was she faking it?