The man and woman stood on a wooden prow, locked tightly in each other's arms.
"So this is the kind of trick you commoners play?" Elena's face was full of contempt. "How vulgar."
But ten minutes later.
Her feet would not move.
The plot onstage raced ahead. The great ship struck an iceberg, and the entire stage descended into utter chaos.
This novel style of storytelling, this overwhelmingly emotional plot.
In this other world starved of entertainment, such a tearjerker—proven by modern commercial films—was nothing less than a dimensional strike.
No woman could withstand such a bombardment of love bound together by life and death.
Elena found herself a chair and sat down.
She stared fixedly at the wooden stage, even forgetting the enemy before her.
Su Li was somewhat surprised. Just moments ago, this woman had looked ready to pick a fight.
Saina was extremely displeased.
This woman was clearly the count's daughter Su Li had mentioned a few days ago. Sure enough, she was a vixen who had come knocking at their door.
She was fairly pretty, and the breasts wrapped in that red riding outfit were quite impressive too.
Saina immediately declared her claim.
She tugged open her collar and buried her face directly in the crook of Su Li's neck.
"Hubby, my back hurts." Saina deliberately drew out the words, her voice sickeningly sweet.
This woman's vinegar jar had overturned.
He cooperatively reached out and gently kneaded her smooth back.
Hearing the commotion, Elena turned her head to look.
Those two shameless men and women were tangled together.
"Shameless!" Elena shot them a vicious glare.
"We're in our own home." Su Li shot back. "If the count's daughter can't stand the sight of it, the front door is over there. Take care, we won't see you