Humph, that old guy Quan Dongying was really well prepared. Even the quilt on his bed was replaced with silk and transparent. Chennai's virgin figure was clearly visible under the silk quilt, and the erect and round one was round.
The two cute points and the shy area of the girl are all looming. She is only seventeen years old and everything is so fresh.
If it were other men, they would have been unable to withstand such fatal temptation, and would have come forward to possess her long ago.
However, the cold prince Quan Youchen had no interest in this coveted body. There was only Su and Mo's pink and white face in his mind. She cried for him, bandaged her, and gave him
The warmth that has never been before.
Mo Mo, his body and mind can only hold Mo Mo.
He ignored the expectant and hot eyes on the bed, walked straight to the bar on the side, poured a glass of wine, drank it himself, and poured the strong wine, and the face that had been slapped even more painful.
Pain is good, pain reminds him that everything he has endured, in the future, everything he has, what he wants, must hold it firmly in his hand.
He was so cold and cold that he only looked at him a little, but this glance was enough to make her reminisce for a long time. He stood there like the legendary Satan, emitting a breath from hell all over his body, as if no one could get close to him.
Otherwise it is death.
But he was so noble and elegant. He was wearing a black suit, with a straight figure and handsome face, so illusory coldness and handsomeness, just like a man walking out of the painting. He didn't have to speak, but just stood there,
I felt that his body was full of elegant cells, and his words and deeds exuded the aura of a noble prince.
The wine also turned into an elegant liquid in his hands, not an anesthetic alcohol, but an intoxicating poison.
Yes, for her Chennaire, Quan Youchen is a poison, not bitter, so sweet and sweet poison.
"Your Highness, I...I like you very much, accept me, okay?"
Seeing that he was silent for a long time and did not speak, Chennaire finally couldn't help but speak first.
She timidly, then mustered up enough courage to wrap the nearly transparent silk quilt around her body, walked to Quan Youchen almost bowed, raised her head and begged.
"..." Quan Youchen snorted coldly, turned around, ignored her, and continued to drink. He could see Su and Mo's face in the wine, as if it was right in front of him.
"Today, you must let Princess Neil be pregnant with your child, or you will never see your mother again."
Mother, Momo, Momo, Momo...
There seemed to be a powerful air flowing in his heart. Mother, I can't suffer anymore, but Momo, Momo, his love.
"Your Highness, I'll drink with you." In front of Quan Youchen, Chennaire had completely lost her princess airs. She poured wine for him like Quan Youchen's maid, but she didn't dare to get close to him. She loved him miserably
He was afraid of being hurt by his coldness.
Quan Youchen put down his wine glass, pushed Chennaire away, walked over a few steps, lay down on the bed, waved at her, "Come here!" His appearance and tone seemed to be summoning a prostitute.
She has not yet experienced the world? She doesn't understand the things between men and women. Does he want her to take the initiative?
Tears of humiliation surged into her eyes, but if she loved him, what would she do? Even if she became a prostitute in his eyes, she would endure it, and the weapons would be happy.
She slowly removed the silk quilt from her body. Her figure was really a childish big breast. Her face was just the face of a seventeen-year-old child, but her figure was amazingly plump, with a thin and long waist. Quan Youchen
Close your eyes and don't look at him, to him, she is now like a lifeless inflatable doll.
She climbed onto the bed and fell to his knees between his legs. Her hands timidly stroked his chest, unbuttoned the buttons of his clothes one by one. When the clothes were opened, her legs became weak and almost turned red.
It fell on him, his muscles were so hard, and his brown skin exuded a sexy and charming luster on the dim light. This is a figure that will fascinate all women. It is really... so charming.
Chennail bent down and his lips pressed against his lips.
"Ah... Cough cough... Your Highness..." Just as she was about to touch his lips, Quan Youchen grabbed her neck with one hand and grabbed her throat.
"Your Highness... cough cough... your Highness..." Chennaire was already breathless, but Quan Youchen seemed to have lost control and wanted to strangle her to death.
"Dian..." Chennaire's eyes gradually enlarged, and the struggle between hands and feet was no longer as powerful as before.
Seeing this, Quan Youchen let go. Chennai was lying on the bed as if she had died, breathing heavily, and coughing violently.
"Your Highness is not allowed to touch my mouth, remember!" He glanced at her coldly and said in a warning and orderly tone.
"Is she the only one who touched me? Is she the only one? The girl who was taken away by you at the banquet and protected by you like your life, I think she is just a lowly embryo, she..." Jin
Nail felt that her self-esteem was trampled hard, and she stood up and pressed herself on him.
"Bang!" Quan Youchen slapped Chennai's face and fell to the side. "Don't say bad things about her, otherwise you will die ugly."
"I am your fiancée, I am your fiancée. This is something that everyone in the world knows. Why do you treat me like this? Why?" Chennaire covered her face and cried. She has been young.
He was so beloved that he had no one to speak loudly to her, not to mention slapping him in the face, and he pushed him into the abyss again and again without giving him any face.
"Fiancée? That's what Quan Dongying said." Quan Youchen said coldly, shattering Chennai's dream.
"You...what did you say? How could you treat someone who loves you like this."
Chennaire was angry with him, she ignored everything, wanted to be reserved, and the princess's airs were not allowed. She threw herself on him, stroked his body, put her hand into his pants, and then...
Quan Youchen kept his eyes closed...
"Your Highness, your highness, are you okay..." Suddenly, the shadow of Su and Mo flashed through his mind again.
Quan Youchen suddenly turned over and got out of bed, took the wine glass and threw it hard on the ground, picked up the glass fragments on it, and cut it hard on his wrist without hesitation.