章 671: Truce

Over the next few days, Song Yaoyao lived shamelessly and patiently.

But she did not win a single round.

So, after a few days, she raised her hands and surrendered.

Truce! There must be a truce!

She was so tired now that she dozed off during class. If this continued, she was afraid that she would be hollowed out.

Male lust certainly misled people!

...

Meanwhile, in Country Y.

"How is it? Is Alice's health okay?"

A noble lady with chestnut-brown long hair was elegant and dignified. She wore a luxurious and extravagant long dress. At this moment, she was looking at the doctor with a depressed and sorrowful expression. It was as if she would immediately cry if he told her any bad news.

"Darling, calm down. We promised Alice that we wouldn't be sad, right?"

Count Lancaster kissed his beloved wife's forehead. His deep green eyes were filled with tenderness.

"Oh! Actually, I want to say..."