Stunningly beautiful yet wicked, she begins by conquering eight beast husbands.

Chapter 220 The Tiger's Temperature

Scarlett paced back and forth outside Zheko's room.

It's not that I can't make up my mind, it's that I can't get in.

Dzeko locked the door from the inside!
How old are you? Locking the door when you sleep is a complete betrayal of trust between people!

Scarlett's courage slowly dissipated as she paced back and forth.

……

……

inside the room.

Dzeko was asleep.

He suddenly heard several footsteps beside him; the sound wasn't loud, but it was enough to wake him up.

He opened his eyes, put on his coat, and quickly got out of bed.

Walk to the door.

Footsteps continued to echo at the door.

Sometimes large, sometimes small.

Sometimes near, sometimes far.

The corridor was lit, and shadows crept in through the gap under the door, approaching step by step, then receding step by step.

In the end, they drifted further and further apart.

It seems they're about to leave.

in fact.

Zheko has a keen sense of smell and detected Scarlett's scent early on.

However, he didn't know Scarlett's purpose.

Tonight, it should be Ashley's turn to sleep with him.

The two of them should be asleep by now.

Perhaps Scarlett was going downstairs and was just passing by his place.

He dared not imagine that Scarlett had come for him.

His relationship with Scarlett was always lukewarm.

He is not good at expressing himself.

Scarlett never treated him any differently.

Scarlett had countless choices, but she never chose him, and this time was no exception.

just.

When the figure blurred into a tiny dot and was about to leave his room.

He still opened the door.

……

……

Scarlett lingered outside Zheko's room for ten minutes before finally deciding to go back to her room to sleep.

She turned around, thinking about how to win over Zheko tomorrow, and walked towards the stairs until she reached the corner of the corridor. A beam of light swept over from behind, illuminating the path in front of her.

She saw her own reflection on the wall.

There was also a broad-shouldered figure beside him, their shoulders crossed.

Dzeko is awake?

She turned around excitedly.

Sure enough, I saw Dzeko.

Zheko met Scarlett's gaze and paused slightly.

Scarlett was looking at him, smiling at him, her eyes filled with joy.

"Scarlett..."

"Zheko, I'm so cold, let me sit in your room."

Before Zheko could finish speaking, Scarlett rushed into Zheko's room with all her might.

She really did come to see him.

With a flick of his fingertips, Zheko's cold, hard features broke into a smile.

The cold, aloof face instantly melted like snow in spring, everything came back to life, and the chill gradually disappeared.

Zheko's room was simply furnished with a single sofa and a bed.

Scarlett silently walked to the bedside and sat down, her fingers stroking the soft sheets, pondering her next move.

It's too cold in Dzeko.

He speaks in a harsh, unyielding manner.

They always give off a feeling of keeping people at arm's length.

Scarlett has a good understanding of her own looks and figure, so she is worried that he is sexually frigid.

Scarlett took a deep breath and kept encouraging herself. Even if he was sexually frigid, she was going to take him today!

Just then, Zheko walked up to her, holding a coat in his hand.

Scarlett looked at the coat.

She glanced at her thin nightgown. Instead of taking it, she grabbed the blanket, burrowed under it, and poked her fluffy head out, looking at Zheke with her rosy, almond-shaped eyes. "The blanket is where it's warmest."

Dzeko's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, and his fingers, hidden inside his coat, slowly tightened.

A hint of unbearable emotion flickered in his slightly lowered, affectionate eyes; his Adam's apple bobbed gently.

"Ah."

He looked at Scarlett, controlling his expression and trying to keep it calm, not revealing his true self.

He was worried about scaring her.

Zheko hung his coat back on the floor-standing coat rack.

He glanced at the locked door, turned around, sat down in the single sofa, and reached for the headboard, seemingly to turn off the light.

Scarlett's eyes lit up, and she grabbed his hand. "Aren't you going to bed?"

Zheko lifted his eyelids, his amber eyes flickering slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't Your Highness want to sleep in the bed?"

Hear the words.

Scarlett's temples throbbed twice.

really.

Something's wrong with Zheko.

She's being so obvious, but he doesn't notice at all.

She gripped Zheke's hand tightly, not allowing him to turn off the light. "It's cold sleeping alone. You, you sleep with me."

"Your Highness, Ashley will be serving you tonight."

Zheko didn't respond to Scarlett's words, but instead changed the subject and spoke seriously.

Scarlett understood; Zheko was telling her to leave. In the past, she would have definitely left.

There are plenty of men.

But now, she's stuck on that inexplicably appearing thing, and being a very curious person, the more she doesn't understand, the more she wants to figure it out.

She's not leaving tonight.

With gritted teeth and adopting the demeanor of a princess, she said, "Zheko, don't forget, you are also my beastly husband. Tonight, I want you to serve me in bed!"

Zheko slowly raised his eyes, a hint of darkness flashing in them before turning cold and distant when he met Scarlett's gaze. "Your Highness wishes to serve me in bed?"

Scarlett nodded, "Yes!"

She emphasized, "Don't worry, after you've served me, you'll be mine. I won't bully you anymore. Not only that, but I'll also protect you and stand up for you if anyone else bullies you! So, don't worry about giving me your body—no, your heart—I'll definitely treat you well."

As Mo Ting said.

Scarlett always likes to use the title "Your Highness" when she's bluffing, and the more insecure she is, the more she uses it.

This is something that not only Mo Ting knows.

Dzeko knew that too.

The more he listened, the happier he became.

As she listened to the end, a dark glint appeared in her affectionate eyes, and a tenderness rose in the corners of her eyes and brows.

A smile softened his cold and indifferent face.

As the iceberg melts and the chill collapses, the most intense heat suppressed deep within bursts forth, moving as one pleases.

There was a "click" sound.

Lights went out.

Scarlett's hand slipped from her grasp.

"Zheko," she called out uncertainly.

"I'm here."

Zheko's voice appeared beside her, carrying a burning heat, slowly approaching her breath.

Scarlett paused, her eyes lighting up.

Although the room had darkened, Zheko's figure was exceptionally clear.

He pulled back the covers and came in to sleep.

It appears she is not wearing any clothes.

Scarlett was burned when his body pressed against hers.

It's really hot.

"Your Highness, I have never served the emperor in bed before and I know nothing about it. Will Your Highness teach me?"

"I can't speak," Zheko asked in a hoarse voice.

The breath that was pulled out mingled with Scarlett's ears.

So close, so hot, Scarlett was a little flustered. After a few seconds of hesitation, she nodded and said, "Okay."

So, what's the first step?

Zheko asked her.

How to do it?
Scarlett's mind went completely blank.

He was almost dizzy from being burned by the terrifying temperature of the scalding water.

The little tiger is really hot.

She paused for a few seconds, then quietly said, "Take off your clothes first."

(End of this chapter)