PFC Chapter 317 What did you dream about?
Chapter 317 What did you dream about?
The words "in the garden" made Eileen feel like she was facing an enemy.
The hearing of a werewolf, the sword energy of a sword master, and the position of a magician.
Damn it, these three people work really well together.
I originally wanted to go to the Magic Tower to destroy the raw materials, but I didn't expect to bump into Mark.
And now that I was being held by him, my nose was bleeding and my clothes were disheveled.
If this scene were seen by the three of them, it would be another hell-level Shura field.
Especially Sean.
That slutty wolf who is afraid of chaos in the world.
If you want to sow discord and say something nonsense like, "It turns out that the Imperial Master escaped just to favor the newcomer."
Then Mark Lowell was more than just left out.
I'm afraid Rodis and Kaloi will just twist his head off.
Feeling the three groups of magic power that were obviously approaching, Irene couldn't worry about that much anymore.
She hugged Mark's neck and said, "Hold me tight."
Before the man's cheeks could become bloodshot, he was blinded by a purple light.
Come to your senses again.
Mark found himself and Eileen in the office on the second floor of the Royal Library.
Erin was slightly relieved when she saw the surrounding furnishings.
Fortunately, I acted quickly.
Otherwise, being affected by Rodis' sword energy, the teleportation would not be successful.
Loosening her jade arms around her neck, Erin patted Mark on the shoulder.
"You put me down."
It was obviously a light tap on the shoulder, but Mark felt his heartstrings tremble again and again.
Are you about to let it go?
I didn't even hold him for a minute.
Although I have to obey the orders of the Imperial Master, but... I feel so reluctant to let go.
"But... your foot is injured."
"It's okay, it's just a prick." Erin glanced at Mark.
"On your side, although the nosebleed has stopped, you should go and clean it up quickly."
mark:"…………"
Looking at the man's instantly flushed cheeks, Erin felt a little funny.
She moved to get down, but the moment her feet hit the ground, she heard another "hiss" sound.
"What's wrong?" Mark quickly picked her up again, worried.
Erin was a little helpless, "There may be a thorn and it's broken inside. It's okay. You can go get yours. I can handle it myself."
Mark frowned, ignored Eileen's words, and carried her to the sofa.
"The injury is on the sole of the foot, and it's inconvenient to see, so how can you find fault with it?
“I used to organize your office, and I know where the medicine cabinet is.
"Just sit down and I'll help you take care of the thorns on your feet."
Irene was not given the chance to refuse at all.
Mark found the medicine box, took out the tools, and knelt down in front of Erin.
Seeing this, Eileen hurriedly said: "Just sit down."
"It's okay." Mark smiled, "It's convenient."
convenient?
Where is the convenience?
He knelt on the ground, held his feet, and carefully applied the medicine.
From a direct angle, it looked as if I had stepped on his face, full of insults and trampling.
Erin didn't like this humiliating look, "Get up, don't kneel..."
"It's done." After interrupting Irene, Mark looked up at Irene.
When he saw Irene's slightly frowning eyebrows, his heart suddenly twitched.
"Master Imperial Master, are you...respecting me?"
"........."
Mark's suddenly hot eyes made Irene's heart skip a beat.
She subconsciously wanted to retract her feet.
But she didn't expect Mark to hold her ankle tightly with no intention of letting go.
"Master Imperial Master, you were just showing me respect... right?
"Are you no longer disgusted with me or disgusted with me?"
Eileen raised her eyebrows slightly, a little stunned, "When did I become disgusted with you?"
"Yes, yes!" Mark's excitement burned even more,
"I have been very obedient. After you lectured me, I went home and inherited the family business.
“Although you didn’t want the storage ring I made for you, you danced with me.
"You didn't disgust me, you allowed me to hug you, and you even teleported with me."
Standing up slightly, Mark used his chest to meet Erin's foot, letting it step on his heart.
"Master Imperial Master, I love you, I love you so much.
"If you don't hate me so much, can you keep me by your side, I beg you."
Eileen's mouth twitched sharply: "..."
Speechless.
Capitalized speechless.
At this moment, Erin regretted bringing Mark with her to the Royal Library.
"Mark Lowell, as you all know, I already have three dragons."
"What's wrong with the three giant dragons? You are the moon of the empire."
After hearing Mark's confident answer, Eileen was a little confused.
"What happened to the Empire's moon? In the Empire, the law is clear.
"Even an emperor can only have one queen and two concubines at most."
"But every emperor has had countless lovers." Mark retorted,
"Those lovers only want money and favor, not status.
"And I don't want fame or money, all I want is pampering."
Erin: “…………”
This time, not only the corners of her mouth twitched, but the veins on Irene's forehead also began to twitch wildly.
Mark saw it in his eyes, his heart twitched, and he quickly said:
"It's okay not to pamper me, as long as I can stay with you and see you every day."
"........."
The long silence made Mark panic.
"Master Imperial Master, I really don't want much, I love you, I can't control my love.
"If I can't do it every day, can I see you once every two days?"
Erin: “…………”
"Is it okay to do it once every four days?"
Erin: “…………”
"A week?"
Mark’s face turned ugly, “Once a week, that’s okay, right?
"On weekdays, you go to the Royal Library at least once a week to handle official business."
"Hey..." Erin held her forehead and let out a long sigh.
"Mark, I know what you mean, but I really can't promise you."
"Why?" Mark asked.
"Normally I don't disturb you, but when you go to work, I'll be there to help.
"Isn't it okay for me to see you in this way once a week?"
Looking at Mark who was extremely humble and willing to compromise, Eileen said helplessly:
"No."
After being rejected again, the man obviously lost control of his emotions.
"Then please give me a reason to give up!"
Reason for giving up?
How should I explain this to you...
Could it be that I have to tell you that these three giant dragons of mine are not fuel-efficient lamps.
If I hadn't coaxed Rodis to sleep today and escaped by myself.
Just six days is not enough for them.
If one day we are pestered by three of them, let alone see them once a week.
Maybe I won't be in the Royal Library for two or three weeks.
Furthermore, the three of them are jealous, petty, and quite capable in fighting.
Not to mention there are male subordinates in the general office, there is not even a male mouse in the entire main building of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion.
If one day I am not careful and fail to protect you.
You will be seriously injured for no apparent reason, or die suddenly.
Didn't answer Mark's question.
Erin stood up slightly, her fingertips were filled with magic, and she gently touched the man's face.
Wiped away all the remaining traces of blood on his face.
"Don't ask, you don't need to know the reason, you just need to believe that I won't harm you.
"But, having said that, you haven't answered me yet.
"Why did you show up at the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion so early in the morning? Did you climb over the wall?"
She didn't expect Erin to suddenly reach out and touch herself.
Just a gentle touch, but it instantly soothed Mark's extreme persistence.
Not only that, but his ears quickly turned red.
"I, I didn't break into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion on purpose, I have something to tell you.
"I may have been having a precognitive dream recently, and the content of the dream is related to you. I'm a little worried."
"Predictive dream?" Irene was slightly stunned and asked, "Then what did you dream about?"
The redness on the tips of her ears gradually spread to her cheeks and down to her neck.
Mark lowered his eyes, his eyes flickered a little, and he didn't dare to look at Irene.
"I dreamed that...you would marry me in the future."