"Are you Xiang Yalin?" Looking at the beautiful woman in front of you, Ye Xingchen's mind appeared in his mind with a beautiful figure wearing white fur and a veil on his head. In the hot Middle East battlefield, when he and his comrades were separated from his comrades, it was the woman who was like a goddess who saved her life with a bowl of water and a steamed bun. It was her who bandaged the wounds on her body by herself, and it was her who helped her cooperate with her comrades.

And what about herself? She seems to know that she has a beautiful name called Xiang Yalin and the red mole on her neck. Yes, it is this unique red mole.

"Who are you?" When she heard the three words Xiang Yalin, Xiang Xiang's face changed drastically, and she was stunned. It was her real name. No one knew about it in this place. Even Mrs. Xue didn't know it. How could he know it?

"Do you still remember that you saved a young man in the Middle East battlefield three years ago?" Ye Xingchen saw Xiang Yalin's expression, and he was even more certain that she was the woman who rescued her, the noble but full of fragrance. When he recalled the fragrance he smelled, wasn't it the fragrance? What's funny is that she didn't remember it just now...

"..." Xiang Yalin frowned and stared at the boy in front of her. She recalled what happened three years ago in her mind. It seemed that it was a hot summer. When she was traveling outside, she did save some people, but she couldn't remember saving a boy?

For a moment, Xiang Yalin's eyes were full of doubt.

"Look at this..." Before she could remember Xiang Yalin, Ye Xingchen suddenly tore open her clothes, which scared Xiang Yalin so much that she retreated repeatedly, thinking that he was going to do something. When she saw his scarred body, Xiang Yalin was stunned again.

Three years ago, in the southeastern middle and southeast, near the Sahara Desert, his entourage appeared on the road with a young man who had fainted from heat. When he first saw him, he was even more attracted by the heroic spirit between his eyebrows. Finally, he bandaged the wounds of all sizes on his body, and he was not separated from him after he recovered. At that time, due to his identity, he only told him the nickname Xiang Yalin. He originally thought that he would not meet again in this life, but he did not expect to meet on such an occasion.

But is this he really the one in front of him? Xiang Yalin raised her head and looked at Ye Xingchen carefully. This outline was so similar to the boy in her memory, but why was his eyes completely different? The boy in her memory had a cold look like ice, sharp as a blade, and her whole body revealed a cold murderous intent. It was a fighting spirit that dominated the world and dared to challenge the sky. At that time, it was the fighting spirit between his eyebrows that deeply attracted him, but what about the boy in front of him? It seemed that except for obscene colors, there was no other look. How could the arrogant and cold boy in his heart become this lustful man?

Just when Xiang Yalin was puzzled, the door of the private room suddenly opened. She wore a black low-cut evening dress and dressed in sexy and mature lady Xue Yunnuo slowly walked in from outside. Whether it was Ye Xingchen or Xiang Yalin, her face changed.

"Haha, Xiangxiang, so you have such a nice name as Xiangyalin. If I remember it well, a princess in Morocco disappeared a year ago. It seems that she also has a nickname called Xiangyalin, right?" Seeing Xiangyalin wearing a pink gauze in front of her, Mrs. Xue showed a smile on her face, and there were waves of fierce lights in her eyes.

When Xiang Yalin was rescued, she didn't know her true identity. At most, she thought that the daughter of a declining nobleman was abducted and sold. However, she didn't expect that she would be the princess of the Kingdom of Morocco. If the king of Morocco knew that her daughter had been brought here to be a lady, although she was the kind of lady who was not selling her own body, the royal face would be where the royal face was. Although Morocco was a small kingdom, her strength was not comparable to her. At least in terms of financial resources, the King of Morocco could easily hire an army of 50,000 people to capture the place. So at the first moment, Mrs. Xue was murderous in her heart. Such a person would never leave alive. As for the friendship between her and Xiang Yalin, it was even more fragile than the girl's mask.

Hearing Mrs. Xue's words, Ye Xingchen and Xiang Yalin's faces changed again, but Ye Xingchen was because of Xiang Yalin's identity, while Xiang Yalin, who was familiar with Mrs. Xue's personality, felt the strong murderous intent in Mrs. Xue's words.

"Madam Xue, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I had no choice but to..." Xiang Yalin quickly explained. She did not dare to say her identity at the beginning. After all, if ordinary people knew that she was a princess in Morocco, they would definitely not leave any living. After all, who would be willing to offend a kingdom, even though it was just a very small kingdom.

"Haha, there are so many forced ones in this world? If your father knew that I left you here, I wonder if he would have to destroy us?" Mrs. Xue sneered. At this time, there were four charming women in military uniforms behind her.

"Madam Xue, don't worry, even if I return to Morocco, I will never say bad things about you. In fact, if it weren't for you, I might have died long ago. I wouldn't be grateful for you, so how could I say bad things about you?" Xiang Yalin quickly explained.

"Is that right? Since that's the case, why didn't you explain your identity earlier? Then I can send you back. You don't have to suffer the grievances of this year, right?" Mrs. Xue didn't care at all. Her father was the largest warlord in the Golden Triangle, and she had two older brothers. In order to seize the power of her father, she killed her two older brothers with her own hands, which made her achieve today's achievements. After so much experience, she deeply understood the decent issue of the royal family. Even if Xiang Yalin doesn't care, the King of Morocco would never give up after knowing this.

So, no matter what Xiang Yalin said, she would not believe it.
Chapter completed!