After dinner, Xiaoxiao was practicing yoga in the room when Uncle Liu, the manager, walked in.
"Miss Lin, Your Majesty invites you."
Xiaoxiao frowned in confusion, but he just let her go. As for asking the palace manager to run errands?
Seeing Uncle Liu's respectful look, a bad premonition came to her mind. Without saying a word, she quickly blew out the candles on the table, then jumped on the bed and pulled the quilt over her.
Above his head, he growled, "I fell asleep!" Then snoring began.
Uncle Liu was stunned there and didn't react for a long time.
Xiaoxiao, who was suffocating in the quilt, opened the quilt and exhaled after hearing Uncle Liu muttering and leaving.
Duan Yichen came to see her at night, it was strange that something good happened!
It was not long before footsteps sounded outside, and then the door was pushed open. Xiaoxiao was startled, and quietly retracted her head into the quilt, not even daring to breathe.
The visitor closed the door, approached the bed, looked at the woman who had shrunk into a cocoon, and pulled off her thin lips.
"How brave you are to ignore my king's order."
Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat, she didn't hear it, she just didn't see it!
"Lin Moying!" Duan Yichen was a little angry.
Xiaoxiao grinded her teeth, turned over, and continued to lift her body.
"Haha," he chuckled suddenly, and the weird laughter echoed in the quiet room, which really made people's scalp numb. Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and decided to sleep until the end!
"Are you implying that I can do whatever I want to you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoxiao's quilt was pulled open, and then Duan Yichen's tall body was pressed down.
"Ah -" Xiaoxiao screamed. She didn't care about pretending to be asleep at this moment. Her eyes widened and she grabbed her fist and smashed it. "You bastard, you pervert, get off here!"
Duan Yichen grabbed her two small fists, held them with one hand, raised them above his head, and pressed down her kicking legs. Junrong faced her face to face, and smiled charmingly, "This is not you
Do you want the result you want? Let me come here in person, and then..." His other hand slowly wandered along her exquisite curves, causing Xiaoxiao to tremble and shout, "Take it.
Open your hands!!"
"Haha, how many men have touched such a charming body?" He kept going, and his hand came to her chest again, holding the plumpness there, stroking it bit by bit, almost like torture.
Xiaoxiao's face turned red, "You, you, you are not allowed to touch that place!" Her eyes widened and she wanted to bite him a few times.
"Oh? No touching here... So, here?" His hand slid down her breasts, to her slender waist, and finally to her inner thighs...
"Duan Yichen!!!" Xiaoxiao's whole body was shaking with anger, and her chest was heaving violently, "If you dare again, I will, I will—"
"That's it?" Duan Yichen seemed to be addicted to the game, admiring her shame, anger and helplessness, which actually made him feel good.
Yes, what can be done? Xiaoxiao suddenly realized sadly that in this ancient time where power meant everything, she was unable to even be her own master, let alone Duan Yichen, who was the prince.
In desperation, she blurted out, "I hate you! I will hate you forever, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!"
To her surprise, Duan Yichen stopped humiliating her, but looked at her quietly, smiled, and said softly, "I don't want your hatred, I want... your heart."
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Xiaoxiao looked at him blankly, what was he saying just now? Did she hear it wrong?