If Life Were Only Like Our First Meeting [First Update]

Nitocris's words were bleak, and Ye Ting could not help pulling the girl who had suffered so much from hatred into his arms once more.

This time, Nitocris did not haughtily struggle free. Instead, she openly accepted the embrace and went a step further, responding with a pure kiss.

In this regard, although Nitocris was a novice, Ye Ting was an old hand.

Thus, under Ye Ting's guidance, the female Pharaoh enjoyed a winding, tender journey of intimacy, ultimately ending it in a daze.

In modern times, revealing to one's girlfriend that one was an old hand would not be a good thing.

Whether men or women, everyone cared about their partner's romantic history.

But in ancient Egypt as it was now, this was not much of a problem.

Breaking free from that blissful feeling, Nitocris looked at Ye Ting with a flushed face. After hesitating for quite a while, she finally pulled that electrum dagger from her bosom.

"Um... Thoth, as a gift in return, this dagger... I'll... I'll give it to you," she stammered.

"This..." Ye Ting took the dagger, somewhat confused.

This dagger had been a gift from her elder brother, Merenre II. It had also been the weapon she used tonight to avenge her hatred.

Though the dagger now appeared spotless, Ye Ting had personally witnessed it drink the blood of more than a dozen Egyptian high officials and nobles tonight—Nitocris's enemies.

Whether in practical value or symbolic meaning, this dagger was incomparably precious. Why was Nitocris giving it to him as a return gift?

The moment Ye Ting asked Nitocris that question, the female Pharaoh's expression immediately changed.

"Id... idiot!"

With that, Nitocris turned and left the spacious underground chamber, leaving Ye Ting alone inside, utterly baffled.

What exactly did this female Pharaoh mean?

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