The more times it happened, the more she got used to it.

She hung restlessly in his arms, poking here and there, not noticing Di Qianmo's increasingly stiff body. She grabbed his arm and put it under her head to pillow it, and said happily, "You

I've done so many things that I'm sorry for before. I happen to be a woman who doesn't hold grudges very much. Seeing that you didn't leave me alone in the palace tonight because of your cousin, I decided to write off those accounts. We don't get along.

How about debt?".

Beibei raised her head and looked into a pair of deep and resentful eyes. The distance between the two of them was almost nose to nose, and they could smell each other's breath.

The clear fragrance from Di Qianmo's breath sprayed all over her face, causing her face to turn hot instantly, and she subconsciously grinned outward.

Di Qian Mo stared at her with his scorching gaze, refusing to let go of her increasingly embarrassed expression, his eyes flashing brightly, not distinguishing between joy and anger.

Ever since she married him, she had never seen such a gaze in his eyes that wanted to burn her alive like tonight, with hot and unabashed desire.

She didn't dare to move, and her whole body felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles.

After a long enough time, I finally couldn't bear the urgent gaze, so I stood up quietly.

Then her arm was pulled from behind. She screamed and fell down with the force. What followed was a slightly cool and sweet touch covering her lips.

Because it was too unexpected and unprepared, he was attacked easily. Only a few weak calls escaped from the lips and teeth, and a delicate smell suddenly rose in the air.

His fiery lips and tongue forcibly entangled her without any skill. His deep eyes looked at Beibei beneath him, observing her reaction while kissing her.

Beibei was dumbfounded and still let him kiss her randomly, her watery eyes couldn't help but open wide and round, as if this was such an unbelievable thing.

She had not forgotten the look on Di Qianmo's face that was horrified by his own behavior after he kissed her last time.

"Nan Lisheng, what do you want to say about my behavior at this moment?" It wasn't until Beibei was kissed until her face turned red and she couldn't breathe, that Di Qianmo pulled away his lips and kept his hands on both sides of her body.

, looked down at her and asked slowly.

Beibei: "?".

She looked at him with blurred eyes. Her chest was rising and falling a lot, not sure whether it was due to unstable breathing or other reasons, but her mind was blank.

"You still think that this king doesn't want to see you?".

Beibei's face was so red that it was almost dripping with blood. She bit her lower lip and said in embarrassment, "Ben, I am."

Just after she finished speaking, she saw him leaning down again. This time Beibei reacted quickly, placing her hands between the two of them to push him away. Di Qianmo's slender figure turned over and took the initiative to let go of her hands.

"Get down!" He spoke slowly again, his voice barely rising or falling.

Beibei was panicking and ran away quickly, then a quilt flew down from the bed. Di Qianmo pointed to the position beside the bed and said indifferently, "You sleep on the floor tonight."

She hugged the quilt and stared at him in disbelief for a long time. She couldn't understand that the man who had done such a thing to her just now could be so cold and ruthless in the next moment that he wanted to pave the floor.

"Why!".
Chapter completed!