The next day, Beatrice slowly awoke.
The mont she opened her eyes, she saw Louis with his head tilted, smiling like a child:
"Good morning, dear."
"What’s the matter?"
"Nothing, just thinking how strange destiny is."
Louis gently lifted her bright golden hair with his finger, kissed it and said:
"Don’t move yet, let use magic a few more tis."
At this, Beatrice’s face flushed red.
Louis’s heritage endowed him with a combat prowess incomprehensible to common folk.
As Master rlin once told him, for an exceedingly rare male enchanting demon like him, not tasting the flavor is one thing.
Once the first step is taken, hurting the woman is already a certainty.
Fortunately, Beatrice was no ordinary person either.
She possessed exemplary level strength, and Beatrice was never one with a fragile constitution.
Moreover, with Louis continually nurturing her with magic, nothing went wrong.
"Finally reached this point."
Louis said with a smile: "Husband and wife should spend the night together, but I regretted it as soon as we started last night."
Beatrice curiously asked:
"Regret what?"
"Why didn’t I hurry up." Louis’s eyes curved with delight.
Beatrice replied with mock annoyance:
"Greedy people are prone to slip-ups."
"I know, but I’m conflicted. I want to protect you in my palm, but I also wanted to get to this point with you sooner, humans are such strange creatures."
Beatrice stretched out a hand to stroke Louis’s cheek, with a faint glimr in her red eyes.
"Is this the effect of your magic eye?"
Louis gently cradled her cheek.
Beatrice said: "Sort of, it’s sowhat different from Olivia’s born red eyes; the color of my eyes is the result of external influence."
"Just like..."
She looked into Louis’s eyes.
Louis was helpless.
He didn’t expect his own eyes to turn this way under the influence of "A Lifeti of Love."
Beatrice said:
"Last night made very happy, but we still have matters today..."
Louis laughed: "Is that why you’ve been checking the ti?"
Louis flipped, pressing Beatrice beneath him, burying his head at her neck, then taking a long ti to reach her thin lips.
Beatrice’s eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Thinking about the itinerary now, is the schedule more important than ?"
"Depends on the schedule, most certainly are not more important than you, but a small part..."
Louis gazed at her.
She smiled and kissed Louis’s mouth corner and said:
"You can accompany for that small part of the schedule."
Louis said: "No such luck next ti."
Beatrice gave him a sideways glance and said:
"Just you wait, next ti I’ll co fully boosted with magic enhancents."
She’s not an inexperienced lady, she certainly understood Louis’s aning.
Louis’s special lineage alone already possessed fearso power, not to ntion the many enhancents on him now.
Even without a succubus bloodline, Beatrice couldn’t match him in pure endurance.
Not to ntion now.
"Have you considered the issue of succession?"
Beatrice asked curiously.
Louis widened his eyes:
"Isn’t that sothing I should bring up to you?"
Beatrice retorted happily:
"It’s all the sa, besides, if it’s a child born of you and , they’ll certainly start higher than others."
"However, the relationship between you and isn’t limited to succession, is it?"
Before Louis could respond, Beatrice cheerfully got up and dressed.
She tucked her golden long hair behind her ear and said:
"I’ll go arrange the schedule first, I reckon you still need to cool off now."
"Next ti when you’re in a good mood, let take the initiative first."
Beatrice left the room with Louis’s sowhat baffled but justified expression.
This was much in line with his knowledge of Beatrice.
She was always a woman who acted more decisively than most n.
Of course, this was sothing Louis liked about her too.
But what he didn’t know was that, having left the room, Beatrice instinctively took a top hat out from a dinsional bag.
After putting on the hat, her cheeks blushed.
She instinctively touched her stomach.
"Successor, huh?"
Who would’ve thought she’d suddenly start planning the issue of a successor as soon as they got this far.
She looked towards the end of the corridor, as she left the room, Qian had already quietly appeared.
"How are things being handled over there?"
Qian knelt halfway and said:
"Already settled, the losses at the White Tower were substantial, but still within our expectations."
Beatrice walked over and calmly said:
"As expected, given it’s related to the Four Gods of the Abyss, but judging by this, Color Perdition is likely leading the charge, right?"
"Very likely." Qian frowned and said, "The dark side of the God of Love’s faith has been peculiar in recent years, especially with the issues exposed in this event, leaving us bewildered."
Beatrice’s gaze remained impassive as she looked out the window and said:
"The dark side of the God of Love is a hidden darkness beneath deep waters, few in the outside world know of it."
"Most countries know only that the earliest signs of activity from the dark side of the God of Love were when a succubus disguised themselves as a Priest of Love, ultimately forming a belief in the God of Love."
"Initially, the doctrine of the Church of the God of Love believed that love and desire were one, and succubi were the darlings of the God of Love."
"But in truth, there are many issues within."
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