Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It was the middle of the night.

I heard someone prying at my window.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I didn’t dare shout. What if help hadn’t arrived yet and the thug killed me first?

Quietly, I got out of bed and picked up a vase from the wooden shelf.

Then I slipped behind the curtain and hid.

When the person came close, I brought the vase down on him and knocked him out cold.

I didn’t dare let my guard down. I immediately used my sash to tie up both his hands and feet.

Only then did I go light the candle.

And then I froze.

This thug was dressed all in black for a night raid, but the face beneath his mask was devastatingly handsome.

I sized up his figure.

He was tall, with long arms and legs.

His fingers were long, slender, and fair.

I felt his stomach. He had abs!

What a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted beauty of a man!

Then I glanced lower.

I couldn’t see anything.

I figured there was probably something wrong with my brain.

So I reached out and felt for myself.

Very majestic. Very impressive!

I swallowed.

I could feel myself getting a little tingly down below, and a little damp too…

Just then, a maid called from outside, “Madam, what happened? Are you all right?”

The thug looked like he was about to wake up, too.

I hurriedly covered the thug’s mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth at random, and stuffed it between his lips.

Then I called out, “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

The maid left.

The thug and I stared at each other.

He had a pair of striking, narrow phoenix eyes.

If lust hadn’t gone straight to my head, I should have realized this young master was clearly noble from head to toe.

But lust had gone straight to my head!

All I cared about was admiring his handsome face.

Of my first two husbands, one was heroic and extraordinary, all hard muscle and raw strength. He could often scoop me up with one arm and carry me around the room.

Or, when we wanted a thrill, we would go somewhere secluded outdoors.

The other was a delicate scholar, gentle as jade. Though he couldn’t hold me up with one arm while doing that sort of thing, he was extremely tender and patient.

He also liked to study erotic illustrations with me and discuss them together. It was great fun.

Each of them had his own strengths.

But looking at this thug, he seemed like a combination of them both!

Still stuffed in his mouth was… my undergarment.

I had grabbed it without thinking.

I hadn’t had time to get dressed, either.

Right now, all I was wearing was a red bellyband.

At that thought, I pretended to shyly wrap my arms around myself, while squeezing my breasts together until a deep line formed between them.

In the past, whenever I had deliberately tempted my two husbands, both of them had reacted like wolves spotting fresh meat.