Greetings to Demon

Located in the suburban area, the magnificent splendid Empire Castle stood in the forest, exuding a sense of mystery.

Hot.

It is so hot that one couldn't even breathe.

In the English-style bed, a young girl was sleeping. Her beautiful delicate body was covered with a gorgeous white yarn, while dense sweat was slowly dripping down her beautiful face and finally fell on her thin lips.

The sweat on her arms had already wetted her clothes, perfectly outlining the shape of her body.

"Eh, I feel hot... "

Emma groaned as she was woken up from deep sleep.

At her first glance, she saw a luxury yet unknown room, with a 14th-century western oil painting on the wall swaying in her unclear sight.

Where was she?

She looked around unconscionably.

She saw a man with a slender figure sitting on the corner sofa, with his long white fingers shaking the wine glass gracefully.

"Who are you? Why is it so hot here? Could you please turn off the heater?"

Emma didn't realize that her voice was so weak as if she was badly sick.

It was too hot.

"If you dare continue to sleep in this way, I'll make it 88 degrees centigrade to steam you alive!"

A man's voice sounded in the hot room. His arrogant and insolent attitude was terrifying.

"..."

Steamed alive?

What did he mean?

Emma was a bit confused. Her sweat fell on her eyes, blocking her gaze.

She could hear his footsteps clearly.

She lifted her hands to wipe the sweat off her eyes, and then unbuttoned the buttons, exposing her delicate collarbone. When she looked forward, she met a falcon-like gaze.

The man stood in front of her bed. His legs were straight and long. His white shirt shaped his tall figure. Two buttons on his neckline were loosened. Looking up, it was a handsome charming face. The chiseled facial features, dark eyebrows, deep eyes, and the thin half open lips under his straight nose, made him look very sexy.

Although the room was quite hot, there was no sweat on the man's face. He was elegant and calm.

He looked like a man on the post, with a young beautiful face, and he should be in his late 20s.

Eh, why did she feel like she had known him before?

Where?

Given Emma's force of habit, she always had a tendency to indulge in her own thoughts. In this way, she stared at the man and finally went blank. But soon, she recalled her consciousness, because there was a silver gun in the man's hand.

And the gun was aiming at her.

What? Why was this happening?

"What are you doing? Who are you? What are you gonna do?"

Sitting on the bed, Emma hastily retreated out of panic, but the man tried to approach her, and even the cold muzzle sticking to her blushing face.

Her pure delicate face was a pleasure to see, without any sense of arrogance or aggressivity.

His muzzle slowly went down, sliding down from her lips, pointed chin, and then her delicate collarbone.

Emma's body unconsciously tightened. The white gauze-like clothes on her body almost fell off, and the hot sweat instantly turned cold.

"You, where is the baby that you delivered for me?"

Kevin stood in front of her. His said in a cold tone and he stared at her body indifferently.

"What?"

Emma didn't understand.

"Three years ago, you had my baby. Where is he now?"

Kevin asked word by word. His white hand slightly moved, causing the muzzle circling above her collarbone under the light clothes.

"Baby?"

Emma was confused. After a long time, she finally cooled down, "Well... Did you make a mistake or something? I don't know you. And I have never had a baby before..."