Chapter 1 I don’t want to live anymore!

"Hey, pretty, wanna have a drink?"

Carola felt someone tap her shoulder.

She frowned and looked back.

In the dim light of the tavern, Carola saw a middle-aged mercenary with unshaven beard looking at her greedily.

She sighed, then raised her middle finger and said without turning her head, "Go home and drink with your mother. Also, I'm not a prostitute."

Amid the laughter of the people around him, the middle-aged mercenary left with a grim look on his face.

After dealing with the annoying things, Carola turned her gaze back to the distance.

In fact, she is not opposed to men approaching her, but she just needs to see who is approaching her.

For example, the young man sitting at the bar right now.

The reason why he is called a teenager is that judging from his slightly thin figure and his profile that occasionally turns to this side, he is not very old and may even be a novice.

There were several empty wine bottles on the boy's table. Although he was drunk, he kept drinking.

It's as if there is something bothering me that I can't forget.

Of course, the point is that the boy has beautiful jet-black hair.

Even though it is a little messy and slightly curly, it is still a symbol of the aristocratic bloodline of the Saint Laurent Empire.

Although I don't know which family this boy belongs to, judging from the exquisitely crafted deerskin boots on his feet, the boy's family should be very wealthy.

He is an excellent candidate to be the "prey".

In fact, today is the third day that the young man has stayed in this pub.

Based on her observations over the past few days, Carola probably figured out the truth of the matter.

The boy must have had a conflict with his family, so he ran away from home in anger. He found that the outside world was so cruel, but he was unwilling to give in. Therefore, he was in a dilemma and drank to drown his sorrows.

In her eyes, this young noble boy who was inexperienced in the world was simply a fresh and delicious fat sheep.

Thinking of this, Carola could no longer suppress her excitement.

She drank the wine in the glass, then stood up and walked slowly towards the bar.

"Won't you buy me a drink?"

She sat down next to the black-haired boy with ease.

The black-haired boy was not too surprised, but snapped his fingers at the bartender: "Give this lady a glass of amber."

Amber is the most expensive wine in this store, costing ten silver coins per glass. Only a fool would order it.

Seeing this, Carola smiled softly, bright and charming: "My name is Carola, what's yours?"

“Is this important?”

Not aloof, but not as easy to hook as imagined either. Is it because of aristocratic reserve?

Taking the wine glass pushed by the bartender, Carola took a sip, then her pink tongue gently swept across the corner of her lips, and her knee rubbed the boy's thigh lightly.

It is easiest to become distracted and lost in love after drinking.

Taking advantage of the atmosphere, Carola was about to say something, but the boy spoke first.

"Now that you've had this glass of wine, I have some questions for you." He put down the glass in his hand, "Madam, today is the third day you've been hiding in the corner and secretly watching me."

"If possible, please give me a reasonable explanation."

Discovered?

Carola, who had been a little too proud of herself before, now sounded the alarm in her heart.

However, at this point, there was no way she would be exposed because of a simple question.

So Carola tilted her head, letting her long chestnut hair fall down, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Because... you are pretty?"

This is the truth.

To be fair, the boy in front of me is the type that can make people like him at first sight.

He has a handsome appearance, dignified manners, sparkling blue eyes, and a teardrop mole at the narrow corner of his eye, which not only does not destroy the beauty of the whole face, but also adds a bit of feminine temperament.

The only flaw was that he had some thick dark circles under his eyes, probably because he had played with women too much and his body was weak.

But this was exactly what she wanted.

After listening to Carola's explanation, the boy gave an expression of "Oh, woman" and looked away.

Brat. Carola understood his look and the corner of her mouth twitched.

But she immediately pretended to be pitiful and said, "You, you don't think I'm a prostitute, do you?"

That pitiful look is enough to comfort any hard-hearted man.

But the young man in front of him was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Isn't it?"

Hearing this, Carola's face looked a little ugly.

In fact, only she herself knew that after all these years of struggling in the slums of this border city, no man had ever had the honor of climbing into her bed.

But before she could say anything, the young man spoke again.

"In fact, each of us is selling things." He said slowly, "It's just that each of us sells different things."

This instantly eliminated the anger that had just risen in Carola's heart.

Not only that, after thinking about it carefully for a while, I even find it very philosophical.

This guy. It felt as if she was being teased by him. Carola felt embarrassed, so she pressed down the hem of her skirt, her face slightly flushed, and she lowered her voice and said, "Since you've said that, don't you want to buy me?"

The black-haired boy gave her a wary look, "Trading in people is illegal."

Carola was so angry that her breasts hurt.

Is this guy pretending to be stupid or is he really stupid?

Considering the plan for tonight, she gritted her teeth and stopped pretending: "I mean, buy me, and I belong to you tonight."

Unexpectedly, he covered his pocket subconsciously: "I have no money."

“It won’t be expensive.”

"Ma'am, I'm not the kind of scumbag who would take the opposite sex I met for the first time home to spend the night. Please don't insult my personality."

"free."

“But then again”

It turns out that all men are the same.

After entering the guest room on the second floor of the tavern, Carola silently looked at the simple furnishings and layout of the room, but she made a firm conclusion in her heart.

When she thought of the other party's poor and ridiculous excuses, her heart was filled with contempt.

So Carola said with a fake smile: "Didn't you say you wanted to see a cat that could do a backflip?"

I thought he would smile awkwardly, and then reveal an ugly face of lust.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired boy pointed to a black object lying on the bed in the distance: "Nuo, over there."

Looking in the direction of his finger, Carola was stunned.

I saw a small black cat yawning and crawling up from the head of the bed. It stretched gracefully and then looked over here with its emerald eyes.

The boy snapped his fingers and said, "Xiao Hei, perform for this auntie."

Aunt Carola's face turned dark. She was about to say something when she saw the black cat meow as if in response.

Then she watched the kitten do a backflip in an unnatural way.

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Carola was stunned.

No, you really can? ? ? She thought that the excuse of "the cat at home can do backflips" was just an excuse for lustful men to trick women into staying over at home overnight.

I never expected that it would actually happen right before my eyes.

Is this world crazy? Carola's temples were throbbing, and she felt that everything that happened tonight was completely unexpected.

no.

I can't argue with this kid anymore, otherwise my blood pressure will probably go off the charts.

So Carola no longer hesitated, and taking advantage of the boy's distraction, she stepped forward and pushed him down.

Looking at the black-haired boy lying on the bed, Carola saw a look of shock on his face for the first time tonight.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she was very satisfied with this reaction.

Then, as if Carola had lost her balance, she fell into the boy's arms with a cry of "Ouch".

The situation took a turn for the worse.

Little guy, I can’t control you even with this?

Carola is still very confident about her looks.

She looked down. At this moment, they were so close that they could even feel each other's breath.

Looking at his eyes as blue and deep as the sea, Carola wanted to tease him, but for some reason she couldn't speak.

Not only that, my heartbeat quickened slightly.

Looking at it from a closer distance, it seems even more handsome. No, it’s off track!

After finally coming back to my senses, I heard the young man speak in a somewhat embarrassed tone: "This, this is not good, right?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"I haven't showered yet."

"It's okay, I don't dislike you."

The boy shook his head: "I said you haven't showered yet."

Carola: “.”

She clenched her teeth and took a deep breath to ease the throbbing feeling in her temples.

Can't be serious.

If you take it seriously, you lose.

So the next second, Carola started from zero frame and let out a scream that was very well acted.

"ah!!!"

"Bang——"

Almost at the same time, the wooden door of the guest room was knocked open.

A burly man rushed in with a revolver in his hand.

He first helped the "shivering" Carola aside, then looked at the black-haired boy lying on the bed.

But there was clearly a hint of guilt in his eyes.

Obviously, this was the first time he did this.

However, the sturdy man tried his best to look as ferocious as possible, walked up to the boy, pressed him on the bed, and pointed a gun at him.

"Don't move!"

Seeing this, Carola wiped her tears in a fake manner: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

When faced with this situation, most people's first reaction is to panic, and the second reaction is to keep the peace.

Especially the nobles who attach great importance to reputation.

Unexpectedly, the young man didn't look panicked at all. He just looked him up and down and asked, "Are you her husband?"

"Of course!" The sturdy man pretended to be calm, "You slept with me, my wife. Give me a reason not to shoot you to death!"

Hearing this, the young man not only did not make any excuses, but instead sighed with a sad look on his face.

"I can't think of one."

The strong man was stunned: "What?"

"I can't think of any reason why you shouldn't shoot me." His expression was very sincere. "If you are really her husband, then to be honest, I think you should shoot me to death."

This sentence immediately silenced the strong man.

He turned his head with some doubt in his life and looked at Carola beside him, trying to seek help.

Stupid Carola cursed in her heart, but on the surface she still looked miserable, sobbing intermittently: "This, this is my husband Andre, he has killed people before, don't disobey him, he will really shoot."

"Yes, I will really shoot!"

The sturdy man came to his senses, gripped the revolver in his hand, and swallowed.

"Then you've really helped a lot." Hearing this, he was overjoyed, "Come on, I don't want to live anymore!"

The next second, the boy reached out, grasped the barrel of the gun, and put the muzzle against his forehead.

(End of this chapter)