The storm was so strong that the branches were swaying and roaring in the wind. She was soaked all over, mainly from the wounds on her head. They were not treated in time, and she was rained on twice. The explosive pain made her mind go blank and thin.
The body was also shaking from time to time in the wind and rain.
Xia Qianchen bit her lip. She had to persist until daytime tomorrow.
Young Emperor Nangong will leave the villa as soon as daylight comes, so he will definitely let his bodyguards clear the road to the landslide.
But, can her body survive tonight?
In the bedroom on the second floor of the villa, candlelight floats and the fragrance of roses flows.
Young Emperor Nangong held his elbow with one hand and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Looking from a distance, Xia Qianchen hugged her knees and huddled into a small size, shivering in the wind and rain, looking extremely depressed, which was in huge contrast to her previous calmness.
He seemed to find it interesting, and the corners of his mouth curled up coldly.
"Young Master Emperor..." a trembling voice sounded.
Young Emperor Nangong turned around and saw a woman coming over with red wine. There was a vacuum under the maid's apron.
As she moved around, the two spheres trembled up and down, ready to come out.
This is a sight that makes men's desires swell when they see it.
Young Emperor Nangong's eyes immediately darkened, as intense as the dark night outside the window...
"Your wine." She blushed and handed the red wine to her with both hands.
Young Emperor Nangong reached out to take it, and Yubai's fingers touched hers. She said softly, "Ah" and subconsciously retracted her hand, spilling some red wine on her body.
A pair of big palms had slipped through her apron and pinched her softness.
He leaned over and gently licked the wine from her chest: "We can't waste it."
The next second, Mu Nuannuan was picked up by him in the air, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. She shyly turned her face away: "This is my first time... Please be gentle, Mr. Emperor..."
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In the morning, the thunder was dull, and although the heavy rain became lighter, the typhoon was still roaring.
The bodyguard came to report: "Master Emperor, the typhoon continues to blow, and many parts of the highway have collapsed. In addition, the typhoon has interfered with the signal. Now all mobile phones cannot make calls, and it is impossible to notify outsiders to clear the road..."
The man on the big bed has lingering eyelashes and his voice is as deep as a cello playing:
"If you can't contact the outside world, you can do it yourself. Do you still need me to teach you about this?"
"I sent people to clear the road early in the morning, but the wind was too strong and we encountered a landslide. Most of us were trapped under the rubble..."
At this moment, the light bulb flashed twice. The cable should have been broken by the wind, and there was a power outage in the villa...
Xia Qianchen was groggy, her whole body was as hot as fire, and she heard a voice that seemed to be calling her.
She raised her head in confusion, and the bodyguard was startled when he saw her face, and said to his companion: "She is still alive."
"Great - you, our Emperor is hungry, go and make breakfast for him."
Xia Qianchen was still stuck in a floating state of pain in her head, looking at them blankly.
Did she faint last night? She was injured all over her body, but she survived despite being carried in the rain all night.
The two bodyguards were still calling her, with disgust and a condescending commanding tone, full of Nangong Young Emperor's style, and they were indeed worthy of being his lackeys!
Xia Qianchen thought it was funny, so she raised her lips with a sneer: "Your young master is hungry, what does it have to do with me?"
The two bodyguards looked at each other, and the other said: "The road collapsed, the signal was interfered by the typhoon, and contact with the outside world was lost. Now we are all besieged here... No one knows how to cook except you. Are you willing to go in and serve us?"
Master, serve, or stay here in the cold, the choice is yours!"
Xia Qianchen was surprised. The road collapsed and the signal was interfered by the typhoon?
She took out her mobile phone, which was waterproof, but as expected she could no longer receive a signal.
Under such circumstances, she was forced to choose the latter. If she stayed here any longer, she would definitely die.
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Xia Qianchen's whole body was dripping with water, her face was swollen like a bun, her hair was tangled, and she was extremely embarrassed.
She tried hard to twist her clothes and put on a mask, but when she entered the villa, there were still a series of water stains.
As soon as I walked into the lobby, I heard footsteps coming from the second floor.
Young Emperor Nangong, in a black shirt, handsome and cold, walked downstairs step by step, closely followed by a hot beauty - of course not the same one as that night.
"I really want to know where you can get food from when the fruits offered to the gods are gone."
Xia Qianchen supported her heavy and embarrassed body and said, "If I can help you solve the food problem, can you allow me to borrow your bathroom to take a bath?"
"Are you negotiating terms with me again?" His eyes were sharp.
"It's not a condition. If I make the room dirty like this, you don't want to see it, right?"
"It doesn't matter," he actually said, "you can clean it up after it gets dirty."
Xia Qianchen: "..."
After a pause, she said: "Then when I was making food for you, the dirty water from my body fell into the pot... This must have affected your appetite?"
Young Emperor Nangong's eyes turned cold and he nodded to the bodyguard.
A bodyguard led Xia Qianchen towards the bathroom.
Looking at her Leng Ao straightening her back as she left, Nangong Young Emperor Dark God——
This is the first time that a woman has repeatedly taken the initiative.