Ilsa smiled faintly and said, "Please lead the way."

Ilsa followed the maid and came to an exaggeratedly luxurious room.

At a glance, everything in the room is a luxurious crimson, dark and ferocious, like splattered blood. And the beautiful and elegant Olivia, with dazzling silver hair, wearing a fiery red dress, quietly

Sitting upright on the chair in the middle of the room.

"Cute little bird, you are finally here." She lightly covered her red lips, her eyes as soft as water, "Do you know? From the moment I opened my eyes in the morning, I can't wait to see you."

Ilsa stood calmly on the crimson carpet, her solemn figure like a sacred statue, "Does the Duke really want to see me so much?"

"certainly."

Olivia stood up slowly, her skirt swaying like a blooming mandala, "Before this, I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you."

Ilsa smiled slightly: "Your Majesty the Duke, you are also beautiful."

"I don't deny this." Olivia smiled as charmingly as a girl, "But after all, I am not the same age as Hua."

"I will also grow old slowly."

Her voice, as soft as smoke, revealed the fleeting vicissitudes of life, "No one wants to stay young forever, especially beautiful people. You should feel the same way about this, right?"

Ilsa looked cold: "I'm not afraid of getting old."

Because she is a goddess.

The goddess only exists and dies, transient and eternal.

"That's because you are still far from old." Olivia sighed softly. She walked up to Ilsa, stretched out her creamy hands and touched her face carefully bit by bit.

"But it's better if you think so. After all, a young and fearless body is much tighter than a timid one."

Ilsa: "Tight?"
Chapter completed!