Chapter 203 Who did it?
"Claya, we didn't win, and she is not a trophy. She is my prisoner, and I decide where she goes."

Alejia still held Jing Weisha's wrist in his hand and dragged her down the escalator without any mercy. It really looked like he was dragging a prisoner.

When he passed by Clay and Jenna, he did not forget to stroke their heads with his free hand one after another, smiling hypocritically but gently, "Girls, make way for me. I'm too tired from fighting. I need to go back and rest for a while."

The two of them kept following Jing Weisha, and as she got closer, the jealousy in their eyes became more and more intense.

They are all females, so how can she have such outstanding beauty!
Even though they were females, they had to admit that Jing Weisha was truly too beautiful. She was extremely beautiful no matter how you looked at her, and there was not a single flaw to be found.

When passing by them, they could clearly smell the elegant fragrance, which made them jealous to the point of going crazy!

Alejia walked very fast, and Jing Weisha had a hard time keeping up. The two females behind her who were wearing high heels and luxurious dresses had even more difficulty keeping up.

An unmanned red sports car drove over automatically. Alejia pulled Jing Weisha to sit in the back seat before letting go of her wrist.

Her wrist was slender and thin, and the blue veins could be seen under her snow-white skin. There was a conspicuous red mark where he had just held her.

That circle of red stood out against her snow-white skin.

Aljia secretly sneered in her heart, what a fragile female who would break at the slightest touch.

He didn't pinch her wrist very hard just now, and the skin was even more tender than he thought.

She is so easily hurt, yet so attractive. I don't know how she managed to survive those hot-blooded males.

It can't be that those guys are all ninjas. They can't control themselves at certain times when facing this delicate and soft pretty female, right?
Thinking of this, Alja was startled. He raised his hand and tapped his temple twice, trying to get the erotic thought out of his mind.

"Do you have a headache?" Jing Weisha, who was leaning against the car door, took the initiative to ask Alejia.

At least he spoke for her just now. She would have to rely on him to save her life in the days to come, so she had to get closer to him.

The soft and lingering voice seemed to carry the misty rain of the south of the Yangtze River, and was very pleasant to the ears.

"It doesn't hurt. Does your hand hurt?"

Alja's eyes were still on the marks she had made on her wrist.

The scarlet circle on the beauty's wrist looked like an exquisite bracelet.

Thinking of the two females dressed in jewels, and then looking at her wrapped in a male coat without any decoration, he felt from the bottom of his heart that the group of males were not very good to her.

Although her beauty does not need to be embellished by material things, it is female nature to love beautiful jewelry, expensive cosmetics, and skirts.

Other females had it, but she had nothing.

It makes sense. Beizhao Kingdom had exhausted all its resources to fight the war. Even Flynn Leo had used up all his family's resources. How much money did they have to support her? As for his two generals, they were rough men. They definitely didn't understand women and knew how to cherish women. They probably only knew how to take advantage of her.

There was no doubt that the four males liked her, but in his opinion, they couldn't give her much.

At least, there wasn’t even a decent piece of clothing prepared for anyone!
Whether it was Hilse or Stuart, even in a war zone, getting female clothing and jewelry was just a matter of command.

Jing Weisha didn't know what Alejia was thinking at the moment. She lowered her head following his gaze and saw the red mark on her wrist.

She raised her wrist. "Are you talking about this? It doesn't hurt. It will go away in a while."

When she raised her hand, the wide sleeves slid down. As the sleeves slid down, Aljia could clearly smell the elegant fragrance on her body.

Wave after wave of fragrance, softly yet domineeringly, penetrated deep into his blood, causing his throat to begin to dry up.

When the sleeve slid down to his forearm, he saw a red plum-like mark on that fair and slender arm!

When the mark was revealed, Jing Weisha pulled up her sleeves awkwardly to cover it.

Alejia frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Who did it? The one on my wrist is mine, but whose is the one on my arm?"

There are some on my arms, so I guess there are quite a few on my body too.

"Stu." Jing Weisha did not hide it.

Even the blush on her cheeks revealed her inner shyness.

"When we get to the palace, I'll have someone apply medicine on you."

After saying this, Alja leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and said nothing more.

Completely indifferent.

Seeing that he was asleep, Jing Weisha didn't say the words of thanks she was going to say.

It seemed like there was no need for her to thank him. If he hadn't kidnapped her, she wouldn't have met Jenna.

The palace of the West Asian Empire was even more luxurious and magnificent than the palace of the Northern Zhao Kingdom before it was destroyed. It was a magnificent sight that only appeared in epic blockbuster movies.

The car stopped in a palace, and as soon as it stopped, Alja opened his eyes and got out.

Jing Weisha didn't wait for Alejia to come over and help her open the car door. She opened the door beside her and followed him out.

(End of this chapter)

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