The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Three years ago

At midnight, a few dog barks came from the mountain.

It was summer, and the small earthen hut was very narrow and damp. There was an old lamp on the wooden table, and the corners were full of books.

Claire was lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully. Under the moonlight, her skin was glowing white. Her scattered bangs covered her beautiful eyes, her nose was delicate, her pink lips were slightly curled, and she was holding a fan in her hand, covering her belly. Her chest rose and fell with her breath.

With a creak, the window was suddenly pushed open.

Claire suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the knife subconsciously. In the darkness, she saw a strange woman standing by the bed.

“You!”

Before she could speak, the woman suddenly covered her nose and mouth.

A choking smell came.

In an instant, she lost consciousness.

So hot!

She felt as if being grilled on a charcoal fire.

Claire woke up. The strong sunlight dazzled her eyes. Her mouth was dry and even her sweat had evaporated. She propped herself on her arms and got up.

Looking around, it was yellow sand all around, and the dunes were undulating as if she was in a golden ocean. She was surrounded by dead branches, which were like white bones, looking hideous and scary.

Obviously, this was the desert.

Where was that strange woman?

Suddenly, accompanied by the sound of hoofs, a group of people galloped from a distance on horses, raising a lot of dust.

The team stopped in front of her.

Claire raised her head and felt dizzy. In her dim vision, she saw the man on horseback wearing a mask, revealing only a pair of eyes. His pupils were sharp and cold like immersed in blood. The tear mole under his eyelid was particularly charming.

The man jumped off the horse, embracing her fiercely into his arms. His eyes were filled with crazy joy and became red, and his voice was trembling.

“Claire…”

Before Claire could react, she fainted in his arms.

When she woke up again, she sat up with a jerk, still feeling dizzy.

Her consciousness slowly returned, and she found that she was no longer in the desert.

Under her was a large bed, covered with soft velvet. The exquisite sheets had a silky texture, the windows were half-closed, and layers of curtains were swaying in the wind.

Claire parted the thin curtain, got out of the bed, and stepped barefoot on the carpet.

Above her head was a crystal diamond chandelier, delicate roses were placed on the fragrant wooden table, and beautiful handicrafts were displayed on the finely carved cabinets.

The room was gorgeously furnished.

Claire had been changed into a pure white silk nightdress, inlaid with lace, and the sleek skirt was brushing the ground.

When she opened the door, she saw a long corridor.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and ran towards the other side of the corridor. The brown walls on both sides were covered with paintings.

When she ran to the end, there was a winding staircase.

Even the steps were covered with plush carpets.

Claire ran down the stairs and felt as if she would never find the end, the skirt fluttering behind her like a white rose in full bloom.

When turning the corner, she bumped into a person head-on.

Claire staggered two steps back and took a closer look.

It was the man who saved her in the desert.

The man was wearing a black shirt, and his collar was unbuttoned, revealing his sexy collarbone. He was still wearing a mask, but his eyes were beautiful and charming. They seemed to be able to suck people in.

“You saved me? Thank you…”

As soon as she said so, the man strode up to her and directly picked her up.

She struggled to break free, but the man took her back to the room and gently put her on the bed.

Immediately afterwards, the man lay on her. He tightly circled her in his arms, and gently stroked Claire’s cheek with his fingertips. He gazed at Claire, and his eyes were filled with joy, excitement, sadness as well as endless sentiments.